Make A Mil

Whats your intentions

Dolled up don't need man, got on everything

To raise a mans attention

Eyes stoned, medusa,

She look at you like the rock

Playin with that goose, get stuck with a duck

Couple shots to the top, to get caught

Faded, swear to God I'm faded

My bitch educated, had her clients pay the payment

She don't need a damn thing my bitch look like tammy toe

Hit the strip like every week plus we burn up half a note

This that life that got no limits, my b's will never be pimped out

Condo out in countage like that nigga from new orleans

I'm the nigga from the set though

Block been hot since get go

Makin' money nigga, makin' money since umbilical

I'm still ridin down centennial

Real nigga know where the real strip be

Real nigga know what the real hit be

Real nigga know what the real lit read

And if it all goes down, she down for me

And if it all goes down, I'll probably make a mil with her

Probably make a mil with her

Let me feel your medulla oblongata wtih this blah

Cause we talkin that nada

My dream girl show me facades

Killa with the convo make her say ich liebe dich

Thats a holla-caust,

Her chest is imported, yea thats over c's

Said that she like me but she love the thugs

These mini hood rats looking for crooks with castles

Thats shoulder shrugs,

Met a girl with more than all the above

You can lust if you must, I don't cuff

My woman never sus,

Yours usually be sushi, yuck