Lyrics:
hoes
they come runnin' with they fans & they best clothes
to get stuck by the nigga with the million bucks
I won't lie and say I had a million fucks
in the air with a bow and he struck me
Got me feeling like a million bucks
Million bucks
Gonna spend all my money
Cos I don't give a fuck but I
must be burnt out
Overwhelmed
Thinking I'm sober
When I'm drunk dialing your number
Yeah, needed an escape
I was dying to make
Half a million bucks
night and said, "Damn, I wanna rob myself"
I'm a million dolla nigga (Wanna rob myself)
I'm in the coupe windows clear
(Wanna rob myself)
I'm like shit what the fuck is a million bucks
Triple that on my bun thanks to bigs and run
But never mind what I've been through just look at what I
Yeah
It's nothing new
'Cause this is exactly what I do
What up E, haha
The good weeds lit on this one, yeah
Riding by myself
The world turning,
Who could take a single buck, an empty cup, a stroke of luck
Fuck around and reconstruct it up to a million bucks
In God we trust, every part of us
feel like a million bucks
But my money don't really feel like I do
And from the ground, I built my own damn buzz
People was amazed I was still in high
on and J's with a lot of bucks
And you ain't gotta know me
You could tell my dollars' up
Poppin' collars in the club, turnin' bottles up
And all the models
arrived
Oo look
Pagani pulling up
Oo look
Flames out the exhaust
It wasn't much
I just bought a brand new white Pagani I got bucks
Got a niggas bitch
Going for billions
Til million is just a couple bucks
It's just a feeling
But really I think they loving us
Is it just me
Or did someone forget the number
Father
If you do exist
Ask me for forgiveness
Because I won't
Thousands of deaths by the inquisition
1.5 million deaths in the Armenian genocide
11
This my destiny or something that my God scripted
This is real life, real rap, not a non fiction
And by the way
Yea I know you heard
Couple rappers kinda
It don't take a million big ones
To feel like a million bucks
You don't have to buy a plane ticket
To get a little high and live it up
We pass
riches
Nigga feel this, laced up by realas, dealas an killas
That give a fuck about ya feelin's, 'cause nigga it's strictly business
Nigga what? Back up
The road to glory tends to take a lot away
Carpe Diem, seize the day, I'm seizing everything
Getting it by any means, you'll have to bury me
Before I
cleaned up mine
I'm still paranoid though, from what I left behind
Gotta put me some gloves on, they **** with Buck now
Tryna slow me down, got me **** in
That buck that bought a bottle
(Life's a bitch and then you die)
I swear to God
I'm the reincarnated Young Sinatra
(Life's a bitch and then you die)
I
smoke blunts on the regular fuck when it counts
Tryin to make a million dollars out a quarter ounce
Gettin ghost on the five-oh, fuck them hoes
Got
hoes
they come runnin' with they fans & they best clothes
to get stuck by the nigga with the million bucks
I won't lie and say I had a million fucks
hoes
they come runnin' with they fans & they best clothes
to get stuck by the nigga with the million bucks
I won't lie and say I had a million fucks
a million bucks
That when our lips touched you felt a little spark
And it scared you baby, trust me it scared me too
I could tell by the way you were pullin'
ologo
O fo mi ologo ni (it’s Oma in the building)
O ba tun fo si ologo
Looking like a million bucks when I step in the room
All the girls go dey sing my
Gotta make my momma proud
Do it by myself imagine millions in a crowd
Didn't need your help imagine billion dollar house
Yeah I switch it by
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