Lyrics:
fuck by how she lookin'
Probably pay her rent, the only way to get the pussy
Life been kinda hard, she don't drink but she do bars
Don't forget your
the law on us
They want us in jails, with bails too high to bond, but am I the Don?
Shit, I'll be out by the morn', word bond
My game is on lock, till
Alle hater når de sier de heier de Capper sånn
Alle spørr meg hva har du gjort ja Whatchu done
Svarer prøver tjene meg noe penger ja A million
Hater
First I counted a dollar
Then I counted a million
Then I looked up to God like
What the fuck is this feelin'
What the fuck is this feelin
What
(Test)
And when it come to making hist'ry,
I'm like Jo son (Son)
A million ways to die,
You already chose one! (One)
A million dollars stacked,
It
I got Mikey with me for sure Yup, yeah, I had to do it again
I got a drake that I treat like a ho Cause it done hit too many men
Get in lo where
the pills and liquor 'til we black out
My driveway cost a couple million just in cars
That loud weight, I just drop some chicken in that hole
Fly by you
I know they know
Call like payphone
But I'm not Drake
Not off a plate
We going places, count up the aces, I know they know (I know they know)
of them bitches I'm ducking I hide behind camo my nigga I call this shit bape
Can't call this shit fake
They calling me drizzy cause I keep a drake
Drake
RIP Dolph we got cars in the camo N Paint
We got da gas by da pound N OVO bullets it come Wid da Drake
I been here beforeee
She wanna go
Though I'm flat, though I'm broke,
Though I'm bent, I'm contented to never sigh,
As time goes by.
You know, there's a gleam in my eye,
And inside
these nigga's ride your wave
Nope, no way, nah
Park the Benz just to the ride the Wraith (Skrrt, skrrt)
Ten million dollars, gotta hide the safe
HONORcBLE FLEX(S.O.S. LO, featuring Chris King and Trippie Red) SONG SHEET
Song Produced by: cdrian "cP" Porter, cbraham Poythress and , CeeJay
lets go
We stay fly new clothes on soakin on that drake till
im so far gone i'm ready, i'm ready, i'm ready, i'm ready
baby girl you fly but we got
Chico, yeah I just bought it
Stacking up millions, call it Tetris
I’m 1of1 you can’t be this
You ain’t on the table you on a menu
Get the fuck up out
trainers
All them yutes I robbed must hate it when I come on the playlist
At least that you can say that you was robbed by somebody famous
Go ask in
worth millions
Cue spot billiards ran you like every game
I use to tell you bout my dreams and how my life would change
And that text at two AM I swear I
to breath
I don't talk on names
And I don't talk up on no streets
Real ones replaces with weirdos
Twitter geeks
Chasing millions
Wanna have me change my name
Will get slashed by my lightsaber, this cell fader
Yelled stories you can't match, you better ask
Don't getcha bones detached, or marrow whacked
I'm coming home
Hanging by a rope
Hanging by a thread
And I got nowhere to go
Nowhere to go
A million miles away - I'm coming home
A million miles away
Resist every move they make by fulfilling our own hearts
Not by backing off and dropping out, get in there for a start
If you're looking for some
Listen, I'm not ashamed of my Drake hand
As far as I can see, Drake's a great man
English MC's always seem to diss him
That's coz their girlfriends
nigga
Let off some shots if I up the glee nigga
Walk down on a nigga ain’t no drive by
Bullets like some red bull give ya wings and fly high
I just put
Reach
That livid island
Drakes teach
Their flightless burden
Cold mist
Psychotic
Foul itch
Demands
Scratching
Fleece sure freakish weakling
Break
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