Bout a Million lyrics

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
The cheapest ring on my body cost a hundred (Yeah)
I got 'bout a million worth in jewels
Look, I made a quarter up in London (Yeah)
Then I bought twenty chops for the hood

[Verse 1: Pop Smoke]
Look, run down (Run down), tag 'em (Tag 'em)
I give 'em twenty if he catch 'em (Catch 'em)
.44 (.44), blast him (Blast him)
Hit 'em up, then I'm dashin' (Baow)
I'm poppin' (Poppin'), I'm flashy (Flashy)
Yeah, the b*tches love me 'cause I'm catchy (Catchy)
Bad b*tch (Bad b*tch), sassy (Sassy)
She got that fire like a dragon (Dragon)
Look, big body, Wagon (Huh)
I remember I ain't have it (Huh)
Twenty-one, I'm a savage (I'm a savage)
I got twenty-one in the carats (Carats)
Throwin' bullets (Bullets)
Throwin' bullets like I'm Madden, yeah
Leave that n*gga in a casket

[Chorus: Pop Smoke, 42 Dugg, Both]
The cheapest ring on my body cost a hundred (Yeah)
I got 'bout a million worth in jewels
Look, I made a quarter up in London (Yeah)
Then I bought twenty chops for the hood
The cheapest ring on my body cost a hundred (Yeah)
I got 'bout a million worth in jewels
Look, I made a quarter up in London (Yeah)
Then I bought twenty chops for the hood
For all my n*ggas, for all my n*ggas, baow
[Verse 2: 42 Dugg & 21 Savage]
b*tch, blitz, Crips, fast, drop, rest the blocks
We still steppin', we still stretch sh*t
What's on me? A FN, a FN, a F&N
Took my b*tch up out the Taurus, put her in a Benz
That b*tch there ain't worth a quarter, I f*ck with tens
Right after she said, "I couldn't", I f*cked again
Earrings on me look like boogers, b*tch, I'm worth some M's (21)

[Verse 3: 21 Savage]
Bang, do whatever for the gang (On God)
Nudy gon' pop out with that stick and I know that he won't say a name (Ssh)
Buddy got put in a box, he came to the wrong hood lookin' for fame (pus*y)
Ain't no secret, big 4L's, them f*ckboys know what I claim (pus*y)
Richard Mille, copped without a show-box (21)
Four-five, make you do the hold up (21)
Pop Smoke, gun smoke, same thang (Same thang)
I'm on the block slangin' cold cuts (Cut)
Say you got a body, n*gga, so what? (21)
Terrorize sh*t, we got a whole bunch (b*tch)
None of my opps ain't on nothin' (pus*y)
You broke ass b*tches got one gun (21, 21)
She get so wet and she slippery (Slippery)
She screamin' and yellin', "Put di*k in me" (21)
Most of these jewelers is sick of me (21)
Savage spend money ridiculously (On God)
I ain't with all of the bickery (Straight up)
They disappear, I know trickery (Straight up)
He made a diss and it tickle me (On God)
I don't let bullsh*t get to me (21)
Switches on the Glocks, rest in p*ss to all my opps (21)
We treat beef like albums, n*gga, all that sh*t get dropped (On God)
I ain't got no brain, I spent your budget on my watch (pus*y, 21)
[Chorus: Pop Smoke & 21 Savage]
The cheapest ring on my body cost a hundred (Yeah, pus*y)
I got 'bout a million worth in jewels
Look, I made a quarter up in London (Made a quarter)
Then I bought twenty chops for the hood (On God)
The cheapest ring on my body cost a hundred (Yeah)
I got 'bout a million worth in jewels
Look, I made a quarter up in London (Yeah)
Then I bought twenty chops for the hood