Lyrics:
and some bread
If you got a hundred or a thousand you can stock up
But a million may as well be human flesh
If you got a dollar in your pocket drink some
shit
44 caliber hollow tips in the glock 30 clip
Got them rocks in my pocket rocks on my wrist
Ninety eight six hundred Benz copped from
20 Gs worth of see notes
Nigga I sold dope all my life
Turned a hundred Gs into two million over night
I guess 'cause I'm rich
These hoes say I'm
go to school
All by myself run me yo' shit for that flag
I got my second million dollars
I'll never look back
I give my youngin' 20 thousand for
(it's right here)
Got a Glock and that .30 right under your chair (under your chair)
Two hundred right up on my dash, my coupe right here (skrrt)
Throw
a thousand plus
Ten milli
30
Slapped it up
Blow dat bitch
Clap
Dump
Niggas be
Talkin dat talk
Won't dat walk dat walk
Huh
Link bump
Punch you
Right in yo
I can't wait to do cribs, MTV c'mon get at me
Any rapper wan get at me, tell ya label contact me
Half four hundred for a feature, wanna battle, I'll
understand the vision
My other niggas still banging tryna save em fore they meet the reaper
You find a good one, boy you better keep her
These hoes uh dry yo
hundred coming out of Arizona
Ima load em in the focus
Drive them bitches to Dakota
Have my white boy trail me case they try to pull me over
Bitch you know
copped it for the summer
Move a hundred bricks, buy a crib for your mama
One too many enemies, they all for the drama
Count your money by the millions
tell your pops I got a million dollar watch
All you fake watch bustas, I'm the one to watch
Rolls Royce fake and my two yachts fake
30 Franchises, show
hoe who go by
Say that nigga right there be so fly
Aye doubling up is all I'm about
Man one or two million kept all in the house
I'm calling them
and found, be careful, man
Ayy, I'm talkin' 'bout my Florida boys
The boys that were just up two hundred and fifty thousand
Just four, five months ago, just
no you old coop, he a...he a boxer man
yeah let me tell ya I went to his fight a couple months ago.
I seen him hit this boy, and he hit the boy so hard
the gats
They get the chance to grip 'em
And they bullets got bald heads
Clips full of cancer victims
Ya boy go dumb but I'm a man of wisdom
If this retard
Mike...Mike Tyson he's the boy that played football from Montreal ain't he?
No no you old coop, he a...he a boxer man yeah let me tell ya I went to his fight
All I know is win, stack the bread and chase the breesh
Yeah, this G-E-Law come with 30 and 16
Brodie said, yeah, check the news, we'll swiss cheese
Tell them like I’m Soulja boy the first one did it
(OMB Mafia)
Huh, what?
Soulja Boy, Frosty, like what?
Soulja Boy, Frosty, like what? Aye
Aye
Huh, (yuh), yuh
Before I had fame, bitch, I had
clock a hundred Thousand
I clock more dough plus do more shows
You brag on tight flows but you can't go gold
You sold your soul and bullshit sound low
like atomic and anybody in my way imma fold em'
Wit me n my gilla guerillas wantin ta win it
Boys be tryin ta battle 'cause they want our position but
it, won't address it
Hundred thousand on his head, make
My dawg fetch it, yeah
Hundred thousand in my pocket, make
'em look pregnant, yeah, uh
AP on me
one chance like minefield
2008, in 2012 my phone was on 2000 a day
Take my niggas out to eat, that's two thousand a steak
Tell them boys tryna keep
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