Lyrics:
From the very bottom
No love for VILLAINS
All the HERUZ shot'em
Stacking up the millions
I need every dollar
I'm starting a collection
Only baddies in
a single chain I can't rocka
[?] life is a bitch, can't stop her
Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her
Til the get the 6 and then swap her
Baby
little nigga, tell em
How you do the shit, how you kill lil niggas
Meek put me in a battle, quick 10 g's
Rode in a black Bentley member
I had a 10 speed
a million records, we could battle for your money
I'd rather count a hundred thousand dollars on a Sunday
Watch a football game and bet it all on one play
a million records, we could battle for your money
I'd rather count a hundred thousand dollars on a Sunday
Watch a football game and bet it all on one play
I ain't askin' them for nothin'
If you sell a million records we can battle for ya money
I'd rather count a hundred thousand dollars on a Sunday
iron I'ma roll wit em
Mama don't pray for me I don't back down from no nigga
They got a place for me
See I want millions, hundreds and big thousands
designer was a fuckin belt
Told her get dat 30 off up on da shelf
100 thousand bandz ima count it up
Ima get dis money bitch I run it up
Nigga get dem
a chopper price get this low
See I cop em' in Atlanta bring
Em' back to Alabama Avenue
And tell them niggas "come and
Get it let's go"
Fifty in the Mac take
em
My eyes red in the studio this XO got me rockin'
In paradise like Coolio man gangsta shit been poppin'
But ya'll Soulja Boy frauds that bitches out
Stacks for the seat, bring the popcorn
Diamond chains and my million dollar cross on
Yeah they tell me that these ain't the streets to floss on
I put your
sex (slime)
If your watch ain't cost a hundred, it ain't shit (it ain't shit)
Issa X, it's respect
If she don't check 'em (what she gon' do), issa
I fucked her for free
And now you walk around like somehow you got one up on me
Nigga please, this your brother part
This nigga found Soulja Boy's
a million dollars and a, Pathfinder
Mr. Betty Crocker cake maker, casino breaker
Tell Shaq I got a half a mill' ridin on the Lakers
Pack my bitches up
face chest and respiratory
Hunnid thousand thats monetary
Million dollars thats necessary
to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah)
A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain)
That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble
O.G
From a hundred blocks you can smell it
Bank accounts on steroids
Cars like a dealership
Diddy on that global phone talk hundred million dollar
Flooded with them hundreds
What you thought it wasn't?
I've been by myself so I'm not losing help
I don't need you niggas, look like you can't tell
poppin' Percs like they Ritalin every day
Country boy call us a hundred play
Call the Migos and tell them, "Come, andale"
Got a stick in the vest, Arnold
and Trishy (ooh)
Hundred round yopper in the crib right by the kitchen
Stash spot sit in the ceiling, fifty cartridge by the windows
Real ghetto boy, let me
the toy
He hopped out wylin'
Shooting crazy like Soulja Boy
Got him in the frame, snapped shots
Not a Polaroid
Thousand words I never said to the pigs
Keep
where he stand, we live by law and we gon' lay it down
Tell me he want smoke, 187, that's that same shit
.357 send you to heaven, knock out your brain
and watch them bands fly
Yo thousands to my millions boy I'm winning by a land slide.
Got a vaccination still masked up
Them jealous ass niggas got passed
[x2]
Use ta dream bout Makin 10 that shit nuthin now
TSA made em fall for the run around
Iced out royal oak bouta 100 thou
If U ain’t touching money
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