Lyrics:
honestly don't care, I'll just ask the bassline what it thinks
(what do you think bass?)
And if I see you in the floor, I would pick you up a million times
on shallah
Braveheart nigga from start yo
We all scientific instruments
I got put on math
Going through ill consequences
Running from jakes, running in
(like you got yen)
Let's stop pretend, the ones that pack pistols by they waist men
Cristal by the case men, still in they mother's basement
The pretty
Dammit I show flows and poke holes that's supposed to be yo'z
Seekin my haters and in a dark alley tourmented by mine
Dodgin the [tech 4x N9ne 4x]
Now
you,
Gotta push the issue,
On the fools that dis you,
Whether pump or pistol,
When it's up in yo' gristle,
Hand yo' mama a tissue,
If I
stay in yo place
I might get the hanger then make you lay on yo face
Trick guerilla for my scrilla ho you got to know
Chronic weed smoke the only
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
and my dicks hard
In your car
You got fucked by the football star
And he only got kind of hard
That’s not even the saddest part
I got a million I did it
A million here
A million there
I want a million square
Every fucking day
That I'm taking air
I want a fucking chair
With gold in it
And a gold-blonde chick
In
na life odidi easy
I no get millions yet them dey jealous me
Chai
Jealousy
Omo na suffer we dey see
But wettin we wan see
Na life oversea
You agree You
of yo' neck get you put in a coffin
Man f*ck all of dat shit, N*gga dats just for talkin'
[Verse 1]
Catch em by da' hook,
Have you squealin' like
secret and although we know their name
We are the pawns on the world?s chessboard in one big multi-national game
There's still no end in sight but
where I been you deserve to be in Benzes
You been where I been you deserve yo own business
Praying and hoping dem people ain't listening
Fuck niggas
scale just coated in, snow
As I talk about 'dro
We got a half a million dollars just layin on the flo'
24's on yo' car youse a trap star
If you
Nursery
School to be a head doctor, oh!
I’m that message in the bottle that
You read but didn’t follow
Now yo head is filled with hollows
And you layin’ in
finer things
Hoping for a color diamond ring
She just see's the dollar signs in me
She sellin' a million dollar dream
Everything I have I had to leave
Yo (damn) Young Buck where my money at man
My niggas is playing what nobody
In here but you, spyder and Mase
There's supposed to be three
Hundred
a million reasons why I gotta make it make it
All hand me downs, never knew clothing lines
Kids targeting me, 0 ppl by my side
I was 10 years contemplating
million smile
And uh million dollar flow and ah million dollar style
And in my lifetime I thought a million worth of vowels
Cats thinking I'm sweet I ain't
Hey yo, what up man, how you doing, bro!
Yeah- I'm good man I need to delete this bitch… yeah
She getting my nerves… yeah
I will just telling what
baby
It was yo body baby when I saw you walking in that lobby
It was yo body baby when you seen me riding in that Rarri
You was fuckin wit a young nigga
never be a lonely one
I can't go on hoping that you might
Stand by
There's a million other people here tonight
You know I could have a good one if I
in the hair like I'm not supposed to
Be this No read this Yo check this
Picked his name solely on the fact you can't believe
My path's tuned by
'll make a million on god
I'll make a million on god
Yeah, ay, I'm so high bitch I can't come down
Shawty bust that shit like sun up, sun down
Take yo bitch,
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