Lyrics:
Mr million Dollar Stacks
(Uh huh, on the gang)
Where we at with it? (227)
It's blocks (50 Gwuap, 50 shots)
What else? (Taj Mahal, turn around Jack
one-two-three, yeah, basically I'm done
We were flexin' on them haters, in the morning, there ain't none
I got silver spoon motherfuckers askin' for some money
I
gonna be there
Whether your in a bubble eyed Benz or the Federal Penn
Ones that will show you love when your surrounded by hate
won't say nothing behind
Da hood is on fire
I ain’t really inspired
Imma jack DoloGang
Even when I’m retired
Im only speaking da truth
A lot of niggas be liars
A flick of my
like a bong cause i Get cake like that
She did me wrong what are you on i do not play by That
I don't want love, just pass me the 8th
Gimme a hug,
Ride ride, pony, tonight
We can be strong, we can be strong!
Out on this lonely run, on the road to love!
We can be strong, we can be strong!
Follow
that I love, feels so fine "uha"
Walking in the rain with the one I love, on my mind "yeah"
Walking in the rain with the people that I love, feels so
with the sun
Daddy drives an eighteen-wheeler
And he's off on a Midwest run
As three sad faces gather 'round momma
They ask her when daddy's comin'
hair
His fireman, Jack Dixon, was standing by his side
Awaiting for strict orders while in the cab to ride
Georgie's mother came to him with
on the ground
And the icy fingers of old Jack Frost
Closed Tightly all around
Notes:
Very occasionally throughout the centuries, London has been gripped by such
chose
I'm tellin y'all so now y'all know
I don't care about money I don't love that
I don't care about fame I don't want that
I don't care the kill I
This money got you trippin'
Now what you gon' do?
Rob another goddamn bank
What the fuck is y'all thinkin'?
Hold up, we said once, Cleo
To get
they campaign during elections with so much money
We so blessed we got almost all the resources
We got diamonds we got oil gas Cocoa coffee
Y3wo gold
Ge, geah it's the J are O
The whole world love the way I, flow
Puff 'dro but I don't sniff, blow
Alkaholiks make dough oh, no
Now you know you love
the fast rocks
Pickin' the women who love that fat cock
By any means, we finna stack the money in piles
Put a bullet in your head while we crackin' a smile
grams on the stove top
Cock the pistol catch em cock eyed get em cold clocked
Sada baby new M80
Droppin bombs
We going crazy
Niggas been waiting on my
the s on skittles from 9 to 5
Do whatever I got to do to stay alive
30 cents away from a quater
Going to the store for a forty of water
Hungrier than jack
Dreaming
rich, I be storin' bands (storin' bands)
Me, I just be coolin' out (uh)
I let the money dance (I let the money dance)
I got that .40 up in my pants
I
around, baby
Love when you around, baby
Three knots tatted on the wrist like I asking for a kiss
You my drug, baby. Get from above, baby
Like little Pete,
I miss my fuckin' homeboys
Why they kill the Jack?
Life just really ain't fair where we livin' at
Gelato with the Cognac
Haters wanna hold me
and without thinking about it
Hoping that nothing bad happen, like my black ass getting jumped by a couple niggas
With their finger on the fucking trigger
Tryna
Small Cash, It All Hit The Stash
Fast Bucks, Slow Bucks, It All Adds Up
Don’t Get Caught Up By Them Jack Boys Playing Tuff
Cause These Fools Selfish, They
pull up wit Drakes
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8
Tired of all these niggas sayin'
They trappin', yeen got no weight
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8
And I love to ball
Chris Paul
three hundred grams
Hatin' on me, I understand, 150 still love the fans
One-fifty in that new coupe, on the E-Way, I'm like fuck the trans
Amiri got
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