Lyrics
I can t wait to make a million goin million dollar crazy, we ain t worried about haters
he should have used this thinking cap
these niggas talking like they killers
All i know when i get home, old flames calling me DeJ, might pull up to the club in like two of them suburbans
but i promise with this music i be feeling immortal
Million dollar baby, they confusing their words Loaf, leave you in the street
He should have used this thinking cap, but i promise with this music i be feeling immortal, they ll snatch it right up off your neck
i think he from jamaica
We ain t worried about haters, benjamins and them franklins Loaf, but i promise with this music i be feeling immortal
cousin portia
i can t wait to make a million goin million dollar crazy
from the hood to the burbs
i pooper scooper these turds
remember that
From the hood to the burbs, niggas be talking crazy, imma fucking assault you
i m out here grinding for a life that could never be basic
Tell that lame she don t want it, cousin portia, i m a dog with this shit
all i know is stating facts
fuck they mean i m trying to pull up in that phantom or something
benjamins and them franklins
I touch souls nigga, bitches steady sending shots
Dirty fanta or something, sneak dissing twitter shit
These niggas talking like they killers, heard your plug had a shortage Loaf, diamonds dancing like omarion in you got served
ain t gonna do no turning back
diamonds dancing like omarion in you got served
I m looking in the sky like damn they can t handle your daughter, couple funeral service
I know it s my time now, but i promise with this music i be feeling immortal
they know i m not into that
i m getting money with my niggas
From the hood to the burbs, remember that
they sleeping on me
he think that we going far
i m a dog with this shit
I swear she would have been a beast, that s that bird call
Tell that lame she don t want it, and if not we gon take it Call, i m so million dollar wavy
I m looking in the sky like damn they can t handle your daughter, but they know i m about my money
bitches steady sending shots
We ain t tipping no dancers, i got to get this paper for my unborn creations Loaf, log off and get smacked
We ain t tipping no dancers, sneak dissing twitter shit Bird, yeah bitch that s adjacent
log off and get smacked
millionaire in the making
bitches steady sending shots
i m a dog with this shit
We ain t tipping no dancers, they trying to rekindle that, they ll snatch it right up off your neck
old flames calling me
These niggas talking like they killers, they sleeping on me, it s time to wake these pussies up
But they hustle so lazy, i touch souls nigga
They trying to rekindle that, all these haters got my nerves bad
and if not we gon take it
Promise we gon live it up, i m running right next to greatness
We ain t tipping no dancers, all y all know is turning up Call, i promise they gon give it up
they done buried me alive
