Lyrics:
ten thousand
Do a hundred songs in the stu, then I throw the towel
That's a Ford, this a Hellcat, I'm winning by a mile
Getting bucks in Boston, yeah I
three on my hip and I'm shooting like trae
In my Balenci boots I hope out the lil wraith
I feel like the bat I got all black on me
They talking on me but
shooter keep a gun
Put 11 to his back like Trae young
And I'm with my slime my shooter I ain't talking bout young thug
This shotgun hold some slugs
We aim
getting knowledge
Pull up on the scene all black no coffin
Money all green like the Bucks on offense
Smoking the boof out the pack put the four in the sack
(boom)
Dirty niggas, we had no bucks (none)
Now we travel the world, fuck the globe up (vroom)
It's hard to be sober (uh)
Started with four and a baby,
on Instagram but you not tryna buck
Man you really lame as fuck
I look like a million bucks
I stay drippin on em, water drop
Hittin donuts in a parking lot
If I
living here
There's been laughter there's been tears
But I wouldn't trade a million bucks for this
Seems like these walls are held up
By a thin coat
choking me I'm losing air
But you put it back when you put them lips on me
Mezanmi
Mwen vle tifi sa
What you need I got it
Look at you a million bucks I'm
caught a buck
so I had to spank that ass
kill or get killed
pop or get popped
drop or get dropped
that's why I did what I had to do
haze out the jar
Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh
Getting blessed on the ?, it's a way to reflect
Hard work pays off, I'm a boss, you can tell
By
and I'm filthy rich
And by the way, dude, I been fuckin' your bitch
And I get her buck naked ridin' up in the 'Vette
And every time she see me her pussy get
up with some gang shit and she keeping up like a slag, I’m keeping up with some antics I’m tryna buck him with the mac, I need a million billion
bucks
I make a million bands
And you aint never gonna see my black ass again
Maryland Monroe Lets go
Adios
I’ve been walking down this road to long
yeah)
Seven bitches, finger one out and she blowin' (Woah woah woah)
Seven wishes, faking 'em out, gettin' more (Huh huh huh huh)
Seventy million, don't
Wrong. What? Wrong. What ?
Though historically accurate, the answer is Us. Us?
Yup! Question 2 for 2 thousand bucks, you understand?
Who made
And she got a million followers on TikTok (Yeah, Mmh)
We get it kicked off, she addicted to the money havin' withdrawals
Ring it up and then I dip, we
Doggy underwear
For all the bitches I might take home
I got the Johnson baby powder and Cool Water cologne
Now I'm fresh, dressed like a million bucks
Doggy underwear
For all the bitches I might take home
I got the Johnson baby powder and Cool Water cologne
Now I'm fresh, dressed like a million bucks
The projects is full of bullets, though bodies is droppin'
There ain't no stoppin' me
Constantly movin' while makin' millions
Witnessin' killings, leavin'
The projects is full of bullets, though bodies is droppin'
There ain't no stoppin' me
Constantly movin' while makin' millions
Witnessin' killings, leavin'
They say I shot a man named Gray
And took his wife to Italy
She inherited a million bucks
And when she died it came to me
I can't help it if I'm
home
I got the Johnson baby powder and Cool Water cologne
Now I'm fresh, dressed like a million bucks
Threw on my white socks, with my all blue Chucks
They say I shot a man named Gray
And took his wife to Italy
She inherited a million bucks
And when she died it came to me
I can't help it if I'm
the mailbox
Right by the door, and!
I can’t do right by a hoe
I’m G’d up but through my eyes I see my soul
Too much of a player to go out with a hoe
See me in
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