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Everybody says they want a million bucks
But I'd rather have a million days with you
My account doesn't go that high
It doesn't mean you have
Yellow Lambo in the driveway

A buck thirty-five, I'm on the highway
Frank Sinatra on my Sonos
Loud as fuck, I did it my way
A million sold before
lectures
If you're tryna meet with money
I'd be happy to connect ya
Life is, better than its ever been
Scheduling million dollar meetings with
the driveway
A buck thirty-five, I'm on the highway
Frank Sinatra on my Sonos
Loud as fuck, I did it my way
A million sold before the album dropped
White Lexus
a million bucks
That night when Sally really stole the show
And every boy was captured diggin' for gold
Poor old Jefferson was left in the snow

I'm
think that a million bucks
Is really gonna change your luck
I'm here to tell you that's too high a price to pay

'cause it don't take much
ain't it?
Paid a half a million for this motherfucker, then paint it
Chinchilla floor mats, that's beyond paper
Me and Trae flying through Houston like
a hundred bucks, exchanging good lucks face to face.
Checkin' his stash by the trash at St. Mark's place.

Children by the million sing for Alex Chilton when
[Buckshot, Ice-T]
Buckshot, he be the emcee
What, watch your step

[Buckshot Shorty]
Can I hear it for Buckshot? (Buckshot)
Buck's hot, spell it and yell
And make some motherfuckin' shit happen, man
This ya' boy Yung Joc; you know Block Entertainment
And my motherfuckin' nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Hey,
And make some motherfuckin' shit happen, man
This ya' boy Yung Joc; you know Block Entertainment
And my motherfuckin' nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Hey,
And make some motherfuckin' shit happen, man
This ya' boy Yung Joc; you know Block Entertainment
And my motherfuckin' nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Hey,
Feeling like a hundred bucks, exchanging good lucks face to face
Checkin' his stash by the trash at St. Mark's place

And children by the million sing
of flattery
Doin' the buck 10 chrome skating on the battery
My, clutch burnin' on top of the world turnin'
Rippers is just learning by stacks I been earnin'
of heartbreak
Why do we make it hard, been hitting back and forth for so long
What are we aiming at, there's no score in love

I bet a million bucks she knows
free?
The only freedom we have is in a man nailed to a tree.

100 million faces, staring at the sky,
Wondering if this HIV will ever pass us by
Remember back about five years ago
Drivin' down the highway
Saw a kid there by the road
Long blond dirty hair
His thumb out in the air
That was
there ain't no love no love

Ro and trae asshole by nature no doubt
Motherf**kers can you stand the rain

We gone shut your block down
Tell me nikka
there ain't no love no love

Ro and trae asshole by nature no doubt
Motherf**kers can you stand the rain

We gone shut your block down
Tell me nikka
another
How can you lose while making half a million bucks or near
The old man who sweeps the floor and wears a big blue Reagan button
Says the Russians
and the Mob gotta trunk fulla 9's
Play ya and I'll slay ya
I got thug-made dough by the ha-ir
Ready to BUCK BUCK BUCK and it's a must
To DUCK DUCK DUCK before I
me and the Mob gotta trunk fulla 9's
Play ya and I'll slay ya
I got thug-made dough by the ha-ir
Ready to BUCK BUCK BUCK and it's a must
to DUCK
me and the Mob gotta trunk fulla 9's
Play ya and I'll slay ya
I got thug-made dough by the ha-ir
Ready to BUCK BUCK BUCK and it's a must
to DUCK
me and the Mob gotta trunk fulla 9's
Play ya and I'll slay ya
I got thug-made dough by the ha-ir
Ready to BUCK BUCK BUCK and it's a must
to DUCK
me and the Mob gotta trunk fulla 9's
Play ya and I'll slay ya
I got thug-made dough by the ha-ir
Ready to BUCK BUCK BUCK and it's a must
to DUCK