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 more

Million more, million more

Stepped 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 nigga really don't rock with y'all

It take a real down nigga 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 nigga

Been with the business from the go young nigga

Now I'm in the Ghini 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 more

Million more, million more

I don't want to leave the wrong impression

Set work out now I'm flexin

I get the kind of paper that'll stand out

So now me and broke niggas ain't messin, 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

S.O.X. nigga 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 more

Million more, million more

Y'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 nigga link me up

Gettin head out a bitch tell her pick me up

First class in the clouds Scotty beam me up

Holla R.I.P. 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 more

Million more, million more