G10bal Lyrics

Alexander McQueen, Gucci my socks to wipe the drip up

You gone need a mop my drip severe

Might wanna pop one of them bars Young Million business

You don't wanna try one of them boys

Tyrek on 10 that boy won't stop

Chichi he with it that loc gone pop

Young Million DD A Million Demons

Hit after hit yeah we havin a run

Turn up 10, Turn up 10, 10, 10, shoutout to 10

He did what they said he couldn't do now he doing it again

Imma make sure he do it again

Young Million business getting a bag consistent revenue

We doing it again and again

My four pockets full your pockets hold lent

We the breakdown boys money coming again

Breakdown boys, breakdown boys

You don't wanna fucc with the breakdown boys

You on the phony shit we pullin your card

I hate to make the call to million boys

When they touch down they gone touchdown to cause hell

We ain't gone tell we ain't gone send you to jail

Shit can get wicked with Milli in business

Them 7.62 shells can send you to hell

I keep a young G with me throwing up Ls

We keep a backend flipping hay bails

My only goal is to get Mont C out the jail

This year we stackin ball at the end of the year

Department of millions my hat is a trucker

She seen the money the bitch did a shuffle

She know the game ain doing no cuffin

Pussy and money or I'm changing the subject

Alexander McQueen

Gucci my socks to wipe the drip up

You gone need a mop my drip severe

Might wanna pop one of them bars

Young Million business you don't wanna try one of them boys

Tyrek on 10 that boy won't stop

Chichi he with it that loc gone pop

Young Million DD A Million Demons

Hit after hit yeah we havin a run

Turn up 10, Turn up 10, 10, 10, shoutout to 10

He did what they said he couldn't do now he doing it again

Imma make sure he do it again

Young Million business getting a bag consistent revenue

We doing it again and again

My four pockets full your pockets hold lent

We the breakdown boys money coming again

Breakdown boys, breakdown boys

You don't wanna fucc with the breakdown boys

You on the phony shit we pullin your card

I hate to make the call to million boys

When they touch down they gone touchdown to cause hell

We ain't gone tell we ain't gone send you to jail

Shit can get wicked with Milli in business

Them 7.62 shells can send you to hell