Lyrics:
niggas be acting so miserable
She in detention like a principle
Bro got the Rollie its not digital
She giving me head, that's the minimal
This might be yo
niggas be acting so miserable
She in detention like a principle
Bro got the Rollie its not digital
She giving me head, that's the minimal
This might be yo
I feel like a champion
Losers yea they mad at us
My pockets gargantuan
1 Mill 2 Mill add it up
I get so much bitches name a shawty that I haven't
Really she a demon, and I'm tryna score on a Sunday like I'm really beamin
Her shit go dummy, wow, cake by the mouth, tryna eat it by the pound
Tryna get
Bitch bad
Big bag
Choppa got kick back
Five mill my whip at
Two mill my wrist at
Don't know where his bitch at
Don't know where his lick at
Two
get up we won't ever let up
Like black people in movies can't ever split up
I'm not blinded by booty cause I've got enough
I heard she got the coodies
I got like too many stresses
(Shit)
I be tryna decompress em
(Shit)
A hunnid mo mill, Bitch an then I could feel but until ima count up sum blessings
Jhee
I told that pussy bitch ,by 22 I'm making mills
Nigga hopped up off the porch and I ain't even got a deal
Man these niggas steady
a lung
Spend so many grands that I might need some bands
That's your bitch why she acting like she need a man?
I'm faded, talking mills 'cause I made it
17.5 that work work
Track after track, that work work
She do what she do for the work work
Different By Choice, so the voice worth mills
Flipping rap
that work work
17.5 that work work
Track after track, that work work
She do what she do for the work work
Different By Choice, so the voice worth mills
Got shot by Cupid
Like Cupid I keep it on me
From the left to the right that’s for real
I swear no ibuprofen
If I say I popped a pill just to heal
school
I’m the reason I can’t trust me a soul
Im tryna retire by 40 or less
I grind all day, I can’t take this slow
I say how it is, she think that
Had work and I knew it - I come in your door, nigga
Tie your family up - they all got on the floor, nigga
By all means, whatever it takes to get green
Yeah, by the hours, it will go (go)
We got loud and we got powder, call it flowers and the snow (snow)
If he ain't the gang, I won't allow him
I'm thinking that i fucked up
I hope a make a mill
I'm thinking that i'm fucked up
I'm feeling kinda ill
I think that im just fucked up
Fuck off how ya
Imma get it by any means
Go sail a boat
I ain't no bitch nigga
All I ever wanted is to be a rich nigga
More then 6 figures
Got um scope
Finger
and I'm all so fly
Hoes bop when I pass by 'cause they know I'm a fly guy
Show my grill and your stuck still she a han cap(handicap) and I'm a fuck her
And my grandma
On medication
She looking at any day
She told me she tired and
I can see it in her face
Shit got me outta place but
I'm like time never
got the bass
Yeah she my lil' bae
We go together like Bonnie and Clyde
We go together like Martin and Gina
I don't need no one with her by my side
to ever make me a mill
Yeah she so bad and she tryna chill but I don't got time to chill
And every time I get that money I swear it gives me a thrill
I'm
a mill in a week, yeah (yeah)
I bring the pints overseas, ooh
I spilled some lean on my sheets, ooh (ooh, ooh)
Yeah
I fucked your bitch, she a freak,
a billion
We on it, that mean we living for the moment
That mean she'll fuck 'til the morning, time and I got time
And I know that I'm in a position
living for the moment
That mean she'll fuck 'til the morning, time and I got time
And I know that I'm in a position of controlling, anything out by that
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