Lyrics:
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
How else could you capture the world?
If you don't attack from the back
To the million march
Yo, Snoopa Donna, what?
When I pull up
altitude
I'm a boss bitch, I let you spread the rumors
Yea you talkin' shit but not an ounce true
Million dollar misfit, my money pilin'
All over the lettuce
My energy kinetic
The fitted hat by Ebbets
(Yessir)
(DJ Drama) Yeah
I like sugar, I like sweets, I don't like the spicy eats
I need bridges in
Yeah
Some heat by Legal Studios
Aye
Yeah I want you by my side
Oh no
Shawty so fine, you one of a kind
I get hearts in my eyes when you hit my line
my life
Day by day, by night
Day by day, by night
Gassed up heading to the city
Couple bad bitches came with me awh
Back then they ain't ever get me
picture (mwah)
Not every day the bitch see a million dollar nigga (well damn)
Hired killers with me now, I can't be a victim (pow, pow)
Choppa close by
of y'all, I admit
But I never judge a book by it's cover, mine was ripped
Look, most of y'all was a first class member
And now you're gone and it's past
I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
Penitentiary chances just to make a couple bucks
My heart so cold I could put it in my cup
Gang
motion
Bodies at rest
That's inertia, inertia, inertia
Did I win a million bucks
Yes, you did
And now you go to where the lodgings are deluxe
went from Kris to Caitlyn, you know it's trans
Who that flew by in the 'Rari, same color as Trae Young? You know that's twin
I done fucked this ho for
feeling like giving up
Life isn't a million bucks
You feeling like living sucks
God's telling you hear your boy
But you don't wanna give him trust
Mama
And even if they're clean as phuck, never been worn
What, you think you're gonna get a million for'em
Hunned pair a Jordans but they still live by their
stock appreciating shawty know I'm up now
Trynna run up 66 million on my buck route
All about my bucks ain't fallin' trippin' on the doe now
Got her ass
on, ha ha)
Strictly fuck with those six digit niggas (ha ha)
If the first one is a nine, they a buck behind
I live my rhyme, at the same time
the way)
I'm the only way
We can fornicate
Ah, pimping and posing
Look what I drove in, ah
Having these hoes and I know that I'm chosen, ah
I live by
it feels different
Uh, I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this shit while you play around with my crown
King H-O, y'all should know by now
it feels different
Uh, I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this shit while you play around with my crown
King H-O, y'all should know by now
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
of things, it takes nuts
And I'm not afraid to raise the stakes up
I got a million bucks in the banks and eight trucks
For anybody who gets on a track
strugglin' on the grind
Got to feed the family chased by the one- time
But dem laws couldn't mace me
It take a hundred million motherfuckin' po po's
foo's can't stop the real deal
An when you see the tank, fool you better guard yo' grill
'cause No Limit in this to win this
An got a million soldiers
formidable place
I can let you know the ins and the outs and I can spit it wicked
Twiztid And you can see by the look on my face
Give me the mic and ima
Get it while you can, man
And stop hatin' me, fuckin' with my shit cause I got more hustle than you
Get yours, get yours baby
I'm seeing millions
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