Lyrics:
be falling on her
Im just tryna meal prep
Niggas looking at me like do you gotta mill yet
Million views million dollars
Did you sign a deal yet
Okay
overcrowding us, ugh
So, I'm coming from projects, making 30 million in projects
Baby, if you see me, I'm snobbish
My clout's in business and politics
Can't
Hey, Mr. Wipe Down, ya heard me? Foxx-a-million
This one be the remix
Badazz, Savage Life, Foxx-a-million
Man, you already know what it is, ya heard
aint nothin old but a nigga' bank roll
(I stay Fly-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-i) from my head to my toe
The million dollar man, call me Ted DiBiase
The tag
it's legal (yeah)
I bought it cash, I could've got the lease, though (yeah)
Quarter-million dollars in the backpack (ooh)
Y'all gon' make a nigga
coming down 64
I got on white Red Bottoms in the rain
And that leather so soft, got me singing like Lil Wayne
Never played Fortnite, I was busy playing
Money I plan to get it, but you can't spend it
Getting Bruce Wayne vengeance on these Two-Face bitches
You in the presence of a legend, Stay timid
Heard
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
I'll be back for them dollars lil' mama
And ya better not be short a dollar lil' mama
We get that bread boy, we get that bread boy
We get that bread boy,
why you stallin'
Fuck the feds, snatch my lil' homie, I need my dog back
I see facts and they untouchable, I get them all wet
Baby girl keep blowin' up
a million dollars just to stand there and rhyme
Even if you was Curry, bitch, there's still a LeBron
But let's face it, I'm Curry, with rings like LeBron
anything you want
I just hope we last forever
Anything you want
I try and take you out the hood, lil' baby
Whoa watch out, I'll make sure you good
Lil' baby
in New Orleans
Don't you worry 'bout what's in my double cup, I'm feelin' like I'm Lil Wayne
Promethazine, a yellow Robitussin, straight codeine
gay, the one selling drugs
The one that's tryna act like Lil Wayne
What the fuck is this shit man?
Y'all better turn this shit off when y'all get in
never stop makin' money
Make a million dollars in a week
Huh? (On God)
Fuck all these niggas, I don't fuck with 'em (fuck 'em)
Fuckin' these
explain it but just know I made it
The fame and the money, a milli dollar chain
With my name
Private planes, and a jet
Lambotruck to my name
In my name, Lil
like a b ball yard
I ain't trying to be the hottest I'm trying to get my mind straight
Tweety school private, a million dollar bank account
Cruising
I braid a bitch's hair when I get head
Baby, I'm rich and my OG he's a Crip
You know what that mean? We
Ain't never in the red, fuck it
Got a million
I be flyed up
Diggin thru the scene
Mind on a million
Baby you know
That's what I need
Swear it aint really nothing
You can tell me hoe
Catch
head
If it's up then you gotta know
It's stuck till you dead
Lil' nigga with some big pape'
Five dollar white tee on but my kicks eight
Flying in a UFO,
spent
I don't know any other way to go
And you know I'm so damn far from home
That even if I had a million dollars now
Wouldn't be enough to go ahead
You don't like that dirty money send yo girl to wipe me down
Million dollars on my neck and wrist shine for a mile
She wanna see it up close then she
you ain't got to do me like you do
I'm a million dollar nigga, what you want, give it to you (slime)
I know you lovin' my fashion, I turn up you too,
a million dollars to part
I really tried, you know I tried, oh, baby
Although we tried, all of those promises was nothin' but lies
I really tried, you know
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