Millions

9mm lick a shot to leave a hole Ridin' with them choppas if it's problems let me know Pull a bad bitch and tell her leave her feelings at the door Cause baby we don't need love where we about to go We are (we are, we are) bout to go a million or more, million or more, million or MoreStepped in this bitch like I'm supposed to Outfit match whips like I meant to do it Heard your shit, just drive my nigga Earring so big can't listen to it And I'm straight from the gut, double my cup So I'mma act all poet(?) I mix this fluid A real ngga really don't rock with y'all It take a real down ngga like us to do it See I done kept it G from the flow-up Stayed on the bread like cold cuts Money never ditched paid attention like donuts So I'm in the fast lane I don't wish to hold up ngga Been with the business from the goal young nigga Now I'm in the Guinea with the doors up nigga I like talk about cash I don't talk too fast, y'all just listen too slow young nigga Like 9mm lick a shot to leave a hole Ridin' with them choppas if it's problems let me know Pull a bad bitch and tell her leave her feelings at the door Cause baby we don't need love where we about to go We are (we are, we are) bout to go a million or more, million or more, million or MoreI don't want to leave the wrong impression Set work out now I'm flexing I get the kind of paper that'll stand out So now me and broke niggas ain't messing (word) Hundreds on hundreds for the love of the money nigga Try to play me I bought mine I'm gunnin' Ate my plate had seconds and shit and the crazy thing is that the boys still hungry I stayed on the grind and the green came SOX ngga we the green gang Straight from the outer it's a team thing so I told her I don't wanna hear that the Team came (hey) I ain't got the time for it (bop) and her feelings Got it on the floor now we throw it at the ceiling Y'all don't take floor act like y'all ain't even know got my dough on dough and I'm Bout to go a million 9mm lick a shot to leave a hole Ridin' with them choppas if it's problems let me know Pull a bad bitch and tell her leave her feelings at the door Cause baby we don't need love where we about to go We are (we are, we are) bout to go a million or more, million or more, million or MoreY'all ain't getting this kind of money got a Brinks truck Reach for what's mine get your fingers cut Champagne cold and the Rolex gold Got the wrist of a God ngga link me up Getting head out a bitch tell her pick me up First class in the clouds Scotty beam me up Hollerin' I'll be the pimp(?) got drank in my cup And I'm sipping on lean with my pinkies up 9mm lick a shot to leave a hole Ridin' with them choppas if it's problems let me know Pull a bad bitch and tell her leave her feelings at the door Cause baby we don't need love where we about to go We are (we are, we are) bout to go a million or more, million or more, million or More