Lyrics:
they fucking up
Feeling like a million bucks
It's nothing they can do with 'em
But haters gon hate
So keep a shooter like Middleton
I'm on my P's and my
"Oh, what you got? You even got a Patek, bruh? (Nah)
I got a 16-car garage in my mansion, love (right)
I know Dr. Dre, people at Interscope
And by
to lift it up
Make them kiss the dust
Tryna be rich as fuck
I need a million bucks
Bitch, Is you fuckin' with me now
Oh, you want money?
Bitch, I'm holdin'
by the leaves
Til' the summer sun washed away all of my memory
Drift away the day as I float down stream
Now Lady Luck or a million bucks
are just
his power won't abuse it
So whats a million dollars to a man of honor
I praise The Lord my blessings come then i pop my collar
Aint no allegations when
and bust niggas into different dimensions
I had thoughts, had thoughs of electricity
Murdered by millions of volts
I got a forty cal cold
I'm all about
you doing and just like that
Things will happen for you, keep shining them rays
It's bright enough to spread grace over a million graves
Over
Hey, hey
Hey, hey, yea yeah
Leave my hands dirty, I'ma bury that nigga
Live by the gun, you gon' be first, lil' nigga
Finger on the trigger, don't
and bang
If a nigga don't know better peep the game
SUC we running thangs
Finna smash me a nigga
I'm a young gun nigga by the name of Trae
Wrecking this
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 but won't let up on me, so
only playin' my part
I've been to war before, but survival is never for sure
Will I make a million bucks, or will they bury me poor?
I never know, so I'm
while you can, man and stop hatin me
Fuckin with my shit cuz I
Got more hustle than you
Get yours, get yours baby
I'm seeing millions, niggas don't
chips
I gets my ruffles joey I got ya
B boy bluffing i'm doin the Hulk Hogan but
They ain't sayin nuthin
You ain't sayin nuthin
I be spendin euros by
still stumblin and bumblin
Off the intro
So take it a step at a time, this dope rhyme
Be makin a note that it's
Refined by a skilled mind
This is
feet on the rug
You can keep your shoes on, it's all love
Boy let me stop, I'm dreaming too much, now who the hell
Gon give up a million bucks
Nobody
millions, niggas don't understand
Know what? I'm making moves, putting cash behind plans
To blow up, will he style like this
Everyday I parlay, sip Henne
I went and bought a condo
Back to the crib where I get it by the car load
I started with a box Chevy
Then I got the blue Lexus
My bitch stay down
ooh
I twist the weed
You on your phone texting your friend to come fuck
I wonder if it's the druggies with hoes or the millions of bucks
But, ask me
the fuck is mine
My nigga I'll take it
Grab a player hater by the neck, choke him out and try to break it
Gimme your money, drop them keys
It's a jack
Now we're flying private planes and such looking like a million bucks
You can't tell me nothing
Now we shinning hard just like we wanna do
Grinding
the revelation
Polygram buy Def Jam for twenty million
MCA buy Polygram for eleven billion
I come to Sony and get pimped by the Haitian-Sicilians
line is great, you ask me what it meant by
Said, I shot a man named Gray, took his wife to Italy
She inherited a million bucks and when she died it
Where were you last week
When you stopped comin' by?
(Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT)
Like, damn, she in her mood (grrah)
Like, damn, she in her
is great, you ask me what it meant by
Said, I shot a man named Gray, took his wife to Italy
She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came
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