Million Boys ft. Louie Ray Lyrics

Money boy shit, and shit shit, the fucking take off, money shit

For real, big racks, niggas don't know nothing about no big stacks, big bag

Buss down with VVS to make his wrist dance, be honest with her, you can't ride inside the Lamb, You not a teen

First you get a couple CPNs and then you buy some land

Too much Dog shit, it started busting out the rubber band

Real trap nigga, dump the ashes on a Amiri Pants

I'm the type of nigga, slide the doors, hop out the minivan

Better use your sense, we dropping 50, killing many men

Lil' bro nem pop up out the shadows, blowing like a fan

Ain't made a dollar, that I aint like , like my friends be dead

Not so cordial when he sober, shooter need his meds

See that lil' pussy like the ocean, told her spread her legs

She acting bougie with the pussy, told her spread her legs

Don't ever make me feel like I got to, cause I'm gon' spread the legs

Told her shit can fuck who she want to, but just don't spread the head

Ain't no point in crying about the shit, cause we can't save the day

Got caught in some shit that wasn't for him, that's how they grab his leg

Don't complain about shit you put you in, my boy you made the bed

I ain't put no dick under her in months, I'm trying to make her big

I'm blocking all the bullshit out at once, I'm trying to clear my head

Fish scale on the floor, I got a reel them in

He wasnt low key, he out of bounds, we had to box him in

Not like Tayk bitch, I'm a love lets bring chop in

They stopping niggas at the door, still snuck my robber in

BMW. 7 series just to drag race

He quick to spend that little money, boy you gotta save it

I spent some cash on some Dior's, we'll never touch the pavement

Young as fuck getting to it, the reason why they hating

Who got the plug on some Drank, big bro nem want some cases

A quarter in a fronto leaf, I'm not gon' lie, I'm faded

Bad bitches in the lounge, not talking Oasis

I can grab your ass a couple ways, like Otto Octavio

His story bullshit, I just flip through the pages

We can cook that hell good as fuck, somebody bread us

My nigga ain't get to make it out the hood, somebody save him

Pockets fatter, these bitches cold but still I bag them

They sick of me, cause I be killing shit just like I'm cancer

Bag shaking like a dancer, I can't show this on camera

I can't see how you bear him, I be tryna spare the nigga

I'm focused and preparing for niggas, on point I'm a wary nigga

Cautious when it come to doing business, I be wary nigga

You so friendly, when you fell out with your clique you had to spare a nigga

You on me, wish a nigga would, I'm damn near daring niggas