30 Million lyrics

[Intro]
(God damn it, Dupri)
Yeah, look

[Verse 1]
Having the time of my life
Six figure cars that I drive every night (Skrrt)
When the light hit the ice
It twinkle and glisten, hundred got me right (Bling, bling, bling, bling)
n*ggas ain't nowhere in my sight
I need thirty million so I can sleep tight (Cash)
Started the flood, I ain’t have sh*t
Now my feet kicked up in a mansion (Uh)
I went broke, they was laughing
Now I'm independent and established
Yeah, I gangbanged in the city
Bust K's in the city, sh*t be crazy in the city (Boom, boom, boom)
Now they play me in the city
Innerprize Clicc motivation for the city
You еither love or hate mе in the city
Can’t no n*gga breathing keep me 'way from the city
It's the culture
"sh*t don't stop," be the slogan
I'm livin' in the future, but makin' all the moments
Hamdullah, this sh*t could stop at any moment
f*ck taking breaks, boy, I gotta keep it going
Thirty million, yeah, that's the vision
Thirty million the goal, we gotta hit it
Flip it triple, get ten digits
Grab the white board and map out the vision
Position, that’s nine-tenths of it
I got my b*tches runnin’ like it's a pimp coming
When preparation meet planning, what you get from it?
My catalog stupid, look how I live from it
When I was gangbanging, it was still, "Get money"
Long live my n*ggas that ain’t get to feel big money
[Chorus]
Yeah, we ain't stressin' 'bout sh*t
Not no money, not no n*gga, not a b*tch
Flyin’ up Western in my sh*t
All out the window, throwin' up Crip
We ain't stressin' 'bout sh*t
Not no money, not a n*gga, not a b*tch
Yeah, we ain't pressed about sh*t
For my next trick, watch me make thirty million

[Verse 2]
Dover Street, Fred Segall
All this death of me, gotta keep a TEC on me
All that mean is a pocket full of dead homies
I just passed, now it's time to invest something
I told you my mission
You should know by now I don't no bullsh*tting
Thirty million, that's the mission
I'm on a run right now, boy, I gotta get it

[Chorus]
Yeah, we ain't stressin' 'bout sh*t
Not no money, not no n*gga, not a b*tch
Flyin' up Western in my sh*t
All out the window, throwin' up Crip
We ain't stressin' 'bout sh*t
Not no money, not a n*gga, not a b*tch
Yeah, we ain't pressed about sh*t
For my next trick, watch me make thirty million