Lyrics:
Ah, ah, ah, ah (bow, dow, dow, dow)
Ah, ah, ah, ah
We are millions and millions
We're coming to get you
We're protected by unions
So don't let
intoxicated
Float like the ocean, young Gunna go crazy
Tropical bitches, her hair wet and wavy
Put a big double M on my Mercedes
Got me some millions, no
I can get set with the trap, no killin'
Break no rules yet I always was a villain
Break your back while you're trying to make a million
Drifting
2 keep thinking
2K Balling so different
2K turn it to 100K and then a million
Try me
Go Deja
So let em
I'm on it
Me and shorty
In a coupe
No nude
"Fuck yo, we gotta get this fuckin' loot, baby
We gotta get this loot
Yo back in the, yo remember back in the days
When shit, everything was all
Its On You
Ive thought about what I would say if I saw you again about a million times
I would tell you how Im crushing it and for once im better
better kneel
When you see me comin
Big Scoob got em runnin
Sex when I flex I catch
Wreck on the world tour
With dough in my pockets big
Like the Biscuit's
Basil Brush
You'll blaspheme in shock at my nine millimetre
Arms out - "Jesus!" - Christ the redeemer
By day or by night, my gun totes a raw power
Call
me, ten million views in a day?)
YUP I'm on Worldstar
It's Mr worldstar
And I just made the World news
Got your girlfriend comin out them new True's
Happy Z Day
I got a bad mixed breed, she my DJ
Happy Birthday Kodak, Happy Z Day
Happy Birthday, Happy Z Day
Tesla painted grape, it's the big rims
Big drip big whip big ice big bank
EZZY MONEY
My drip is so hard you can’t stand by me
(big drip)
My whip is so hard you can’t park by me
(skurt)
My
Hey, you know, everybody's talkin' about the "good old days," right? (Yeah)
Everybody, the good old days, the good all days (yeah, the good ol'
many wrecks I see there every day
Caused by the girl wearin' nothin' but a smile and a towel
In the picture on the billboard in the field near the big
slow my jimmy down to twenty, that's how many wrecks I see there every day
Caused by the girl wearing nothing but a smile
And a towel in the picture
Hey, you know, everybody's talkin' about the "good old days," right? (Yeah)
Everybody, the good old days, the good all days (yeah, the good ol'
I got big bank casing on a muthafucka
Ain't shit changed cuz' I'm still getting mine
Ain't no love for a hater tryna fly me, tryna play me
hand
CHORUS
DJ Prezident Brown
Me say big up de Black man
Big up Big up!
Big up de champion
Four hundred million
You could a Rambo
You could a Tarzan
Nigga I'm chasing these millions I'm focused you know that I've been on my grind
Haunted by demons and ghosts from my past
I see them walking with
stay out the way
Free all my dogs 'til they get out the cage
I'm havin' my way
Runnin' through hundreds, a million a day
They know not to play
Yeah,
Sweat's upon your neck
cnd you're a nervous wreck
Can't get out of here
You're engulfed by...
Fear
cre you aghast
When you're faced with the vast unknown?
millions I said fuck it life is short
Made it out the hood
Everything just really happened how it should
Now I'm balling with my niggas on the court
Spending
my opinion you make it
The critic'll get the didick and if you got it then stay with it
You never knew me but you flew me to your town see
By
the states
I play it smart they get dumb by the Day
I can't forget bout them days in section 8
This shit real
This just how it is
Non of my blood made it big
F*** it security checking n***** I'm still comin strapped
Yeah I'm still bussin jugs got this big a** glock on my lap
Niggas they act like b******
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