Lyrics:
make it, I'll never let us slack
Man, you always gotta have more than one method in the bag
Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M
Get the money, do
Look, you had your price to take on this endeavor
And everybody knows that when the Million Dollar Man wants something, he gets it the way he wants it
I
Every day I’m all about that dollar bill hoe
That R E S P E C T I kill for
Lost a hundred grand
Made a hundred mill though
My money long, your money
up yet
But like da repo man da whole hood n debt huh
CHORUS: A multi million dollar bag yeah datz tru
Gucci let you cop a mill are 2
Yeah datz cool
up in the house, give a hundred if they find us
Told him if he cool, then he'd still be a rider
Hundred thousand dollars in a month, I'm chillin
Just
in water
Nigga Amiri that's all on my pants
A dollar a bundle for these rubber bands
You keep it a hundred I keep it a band
I know that they talking
Julius Caesar
On my neck 100 thou, Julius Caesar
Team full of shooters, we don't got a code
Just a duffle bag with a lot of O's
All my niggas make moves
I go get the bag (Yead yead)
I go get the bag (Yead yead)
I go get the bag (Yead yead)
I go get the bag (Yead yead)
I go get the bag
Million dollar
dick sucked by a man befo'
But you gon' be the first you little trick ass hoe
Then you can tell me just how it taste
But before I nut I shoot some piss
in love with the streets
Boa I fell in love with the bag
And I gotta get it by any means
So you know I had got off my ass
If you a goofy and we hit
to the man he put a bag in my hand
Said son don't you understand
This isn't the way out this is the way in
Your doubling your troubling
Three hundred
bitches by pictures cause' I forget they name
Dammit Instagram, I flex harder than your man
These hoes hitter me up like I wanna meet em' nah
Got bitches
bag?
In your car, and we popped the steering wheel
And left it up by six flags (hit man)
My whole family full of ?hetland? hustlas
Now tell your
a big mack
From Ybor to Mack block
Im good wit the fact talk
100 been my walk
By any means neccessary
I never need that talk
Straight out the mud
Been
the spoon
Seen a prom queen smoke crack when I was lil'
Million dollars in cash like I sell drugs (sell drugs)
Gave my bitch a hundred racks, vacuum sealed
over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't define my style is so deep
Like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy
Like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine
don't wanna go dollar for dollar (Ball)
You don't wanna go bottle for bottle
(You don't wan' do it)
You don't wanna go bitch for bitch (Huh?)
'Cause all I
Out my Gucci duffle bag i'm bout my swag
See rubber bands in my Gucci duffle bag
And I don't want to brag
I could fit a hundred carots
In my Gucci
Whole team cut throat
Gun look like Dumbo
Stashed in my condo
Hundred dollar bundles
From the hustle
Got it from the grind from the time I was dumb broke
I wanna stack me some racks
Can't get my mind off the hundreds
Can't get my mind off the hustle
Dollars ain't waiting for nothing
I wanna stack me
the bag from bagdad
Bust it open like a coke can
I crept on this paper like Konan
Chasing the bag call me pac man
This joint be bigger then Scatman
You
25 Cents 2 sides choose wisely
Heads or tails they can lead to fatalities
100 Dollar bills can make life seem peaceful
We all know money is the root
the Godson)
Whip, whip that bitch on a hundred dollar bill (you ready boh ... hold up)
Pull up, pull up in the drop, tints up, so real (it’s Gordo!)
Whip, whip
And watch the shore by the rising tide now the whole world can see me
When they get foul that's when my style gets wild
I hang a man in front of a crowd
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