Millionz (Bonus Track)

Running after the millions f*ck it Running after the billions I need my money to the ceiling I don't got no feelings these bitches itching for the riches But I don't want no type of dealings I'm feeling the tension Too many niggas in my business I'll f*ck around and catch a sentence High speed f*ck a ticket I gotta get it how I'm living I'm racing pacing to the millions Running after the millions These niggas be bitches can't really f*ck with em My pockets poking sticking out like a pimple I get the choppa point it right at your temple You get it nigga? Aim it right at your mental The ice be shining it cold like December Them bitches be changing colors like The Wiggles You get too close it just might make you shiver I fucked your bitch she just had a dilemma I made a million just off of my numbers Bitch I am the boss you can call me Obama My hitters evil you can call em Osama That choppa pop you send you back to your mama Hundred round drum on the bottom for fun Don't think that's all the bullets bitch we got tons They get caught bitch we paying the bonds We gone bail em out because we got the funds Yeah lil bitch I'm running like trains on a rail I'm really getting checks and making these sales Don't gotta boast cause my numbers gone tell Got platinum plaques sitting right on the shelf I got my own record label my nigga Bitch I'm the CEO title Jigga I'm in a lambo bitch this ain't a rental I iced out the dental feeling presidential I had your lil bitch you didn't read the signs I hope the lil bitch don't really think she mines I told the lil bitch to read between the lines I'm really just hear looking for a good time Bitch I'm the goat it's my time to shine I don't really see these haters bitch I'm blind No bitch you can't stop me money on my mind You can check the numbers we gon win every time Running after the millions f*ck it Running after the billions I need my money to the ceiling I don't got no feelings these bitches itching for the riches But I don't want no type of dealings I'm feeling the tension Too many niggas in my business I'll f*ck around and catch a sentence High speed f*ck a ticket I gotta get it how I'm living I'm racing pacing to the millions Man I don't really argue with niggas I barely even like to speak why the f*ck would they try to compete I face a blunt and I'm complete Been a dog as a youngin now I'm off the leash Glock to the left of me in my pockets where the cheddar be Too official like a referee A chef with the recipe take your bitch open sesame She can't get enough of sexing me Swear we so goated niggas our shit and quote it Knowing we the ones that wrote been made for this shit I'm so chosen Fake shit too real I'll expose it Be damned if my shit go unnoticed That fifth I'm a blow it think I got a Glock just to show it? Let off a quick ten like Derozan They know I'm applying the gas Approaching the game and approaching it fast Won't let a bitch nigga block me from my path Too dedicated to get throwed off my craft A nigga was bummy all they did was laugh Can I murder the beat? Let me give it a stab We applying the heat? Let us give it a grab All these tracks we gone eat like we grilling a slab A couple rounds leave em all on a slab Hit your bitch from the back while she making it clap