Million Dollar Nigga

Yea, yea, yea Some people call steady, askin' me for money If you was smart, you would get some knowledge from it Don't got a pussy, fetish, ima moneyJunkie Million dollar nigga, tryna f*ck the money This is new Balenci track, these is not the runners If They was givin' out trophies in the trap, I would've got one of em No point in sayin' who you got my number from When I leave the crib, I equip my gun These not regular drugs, I got vet lungs He was tryna run, but I got a pointer Don't get turned to a organ donor Stupid ass As a jet, everybody said I wouldn't be shit Lil' ass, temp scale, steady fuckin' up my measurement Young nigga, but I post up with the veterans You old and watch that, what the f*ck is you tellin' me Every drug that I need, what the f*ck is you sellin' me Thought he had real percs, but he had fatty in it, but it had fatty in it I'm from the bottom, it's on the right up I'm on 5 zas and I lost my cup I pop 5-15's and I'm like, what the f*ck I'm here mixin' drugs, I'm a chef, I don't go by the book Dying for my chain, it's not a good look Thought it couldn't happen and got his life took Hold up, wait, listen what I'm sayin' I got a fuckin' plan to run up some bands The bitch see me staring short attention, span next thing you know, I'm own too her friend Million dollar man, won't f*ck with no broke fam