Million Bucks

Ha-Ha Yeah It's a million right? Yo! Top of the year, I'm trying to make enough where the lotto is peers You know me, it's high speed cars the models is bears I'm racing, sliding down these Buffalo streets amazing With a thick brown joint, I had enough petite Asians Just my preference type, 22, I dead the sights With a straight shot, I BANG!, until they read the rights From 716, a legend and I spun hits Dead you off one clip, for bread and it'll come quick I'm spending, no accountants, I can make it back I'm winning, I can announce it, it's a stated fact I'm penning, to any doubting, and your case is wrapped I'm ending, and my routing, where your statements at Uh I was uptown, I'm about to go down the way They letting off buck rounds, if you get a pound a day Respect the game, you know that's how this shit goes Expect to aim, with pistols can't miss those cause We from the hood all we wanted was a million bucks Let a couple shots go if you feeling us Pull the fucking roof back let the ceiling touch Don't give a f*ck where we go man it's still the Buff You know we gotta ride, watch me pull up right You know I'm kinda fly, them bitches side eyed Gotta be down to die packing a 4 5 Around the east side where the most die Born and raised a morning slave is my job The more I save a foreign faze in my garage I tore the page insure my days inside a lodge A Taurus blaze and Jordan paid tonight minaj Mail the little bitch her locs on federal shit Over the counter saying things she can sell you the script Hair nappy shirt wrinkled I can tell you was lit Left Buffalo kids on your shirt like Griselda the shit man Stop playing I'm from the state what's after commas I lay a verse so I can be on track to Bahamas What you need Ima get it up out the town Split it nah f*ck the pounds no limits pass herbs around Got it for cheap anything for models on beach Clayton Bigbsy shit brothers inside of those sheets Respect the game bro you know how this shit happens A necklace hang and I'm bright when her shit clapping man We from the hood all we wanted was a million bucks Let a couple shots go if you feeling us Pull the fucking roof back let the ceiling touch Don't give a f*ck where we go man it's still the Buff You know we gotta ride, watch me pull up right You know I'm kinda fly, them bitches side eyed Gotta be down to die packing a 4 5 Around the east side where the most die Ha-Ha Yeah Y'all didn't even know huh That's all we want man a million bucks here and there Simple and plain is that J. Dean They didn't even know man Ayo bro It's starting to get a little bit too easy man They know me out here man