Million Dollar n*gga lyrics

[Intro]
Aye
Aye bro I don't like your b*tch bro, you like your b*tch
Thats why she your b*tch
Haha stupid
(420)

[Chorus]
Look b*tch im a million dollar n*gga (Huh)
Ever got f*cked by a million dollar killer (Yeah)
County jail fades squabble down we run n*ggas (Let's go)
You live with your momma you run with them bum n*ggas (Come on)
You say that's your b*tch she been tryna come with us (n*gga what)
You ain't got no gun n*gga you can't run with us (Nah)
Cause you know it's going down when we catch them one n*ggas
I can show you how to move but I can't teach a dumb n*gga

[Verse 1]
Lay it out lay my money out (Lay my money out)
b*tch I only pulled up to put my di*k right in your mouth (b*tch)
Light skin bad b*tch like Latto from the south
This a Draco they get to talkin i'ma clear it out
In New York i'm out here having meeting with the label
I walked right out that b*tch and left that deal right on the tablе
Get it how you live I know evеrybody ain't able (Nah)
I was tryna help her granny out with her cable
Its twenty twenty three ima stop dissing the dead (I'm Done)
But if you n*ggas living i'm still on you n*ggas heads (b*tch im on you n*ggas heads)
I got a b*tch in atlanta she just like to keep me fed (Yeah)
I got a b*tch in Miami she just like to give me head (Huh)
[Bridge]
I don't care if you a street dude with hundred murders
Or you some you know ivy league princeton graduate
I'ma respect you as a man or a woman or a threat
I'ma give you a hundred percent respect
Yeah until i dont
Yeah until i don't then ima give you a hundred percent disrespect
Right
I'm not gonna do the middle half way halfway subliminal little bit nah

[Verse 1]
Tuck it in they tuck it in or ima take it off (Gimme that)
All the bad b*tches in my DM's see im taking off (See im taking off)
Take a L took a lost then I became a boss (Yeah)
Putting ghetto n*ggas in position like im rick ross
Oh Tee pouring out the pint b*tch get lost (Yeah)
Don't be taggin' me i'm the wrong one to p*ss off (pus*y ass)
Used to love that b*tch but I don't know she get my di*k soft (I don't know)
Catch an opp watch his body drop then we getting off
Sport mode type of sh*t play with her hormones (Yeah)
f*ck rap i dont give a f*ck if I go gold (Yeah i dont give a f*ck)
Pulling up in foreigns still pulling out my bankroll (Yeah)
Caught a case ten days later n*gga case closed (Case Closed)
Young n*gga these hoes know im wild
I'm not your baby daddy b*tch that is not my child (Nah)
A couple thousand on these shoes these is not your style
My gun go Boom boom your gun go Pow (Pow Pow)
[Outro]
f*ck these n*ggas talking about man
Like on some real sh*t like n*gga
You-you claimin' her im banging her
Like its a difference
You claimin' her im banging her man
You claim the b*tch
You can have that title
You know i just wanna come through and beat her brains down
You know smack it all from the back while i pull her hair
Off a percocet or somthin'
You can claim her though you hold her hand
You lay with the b*tch you hold her that's your job