MILLION OF GAME ft. 4GN Mari & Quezz Lyrics

Niggas be going' out bad, givin' they money to bitches that don't know they name

I ain't kin to Gillie, I ain't gon' charge it for a million to gain

Pulled right up and got em, that's how I know these niggas be givin' out names

Fifteen on these Prada , walked inside the store and I got some stain

Can't compete with none of these niggas, you know I ain't doin' the most

You know I ain't like any of these niggas, you know I ain't bein' a ho

You know I'ma let her hop right in, you know she ain't drivin' a boat

You know I can't call these niggas, my twin, you know they be tellin' the folks

I ain't never wrote a song, the way I'm droppin' the shit they say im the goat,

So many blues on me, I go to the bank and I'm choppin' it up with the locs

Told this bitch, don't spill nothing in my car, the seats is leather for sure

Find a plug, get a low bag, and then we sell it for more

Gave this bitch his whole life savings, find out she was a ho

Aston Martin, I cant back, it in, I'ma just hop out and go

Told these niggas, I been locking in, I can't kick it no more

Five hundred, on these Gucci skin, I'ma just rock in the door

Niggas be goin' out bad, givin' their money to bitch don't know they name

I ain't kin to Gillie, I ain't gon' charge it for a million of Game,

Pull it right up and got him, that's how I know these niggas be givin' out names

Fifteen on these problems, while they inside the store and I got some stains

They don't want these problems, beef with us, that boy gon' need a doctor

Know I saw what happened, but I never told them folks who shot him

I go all designer, I be mixin' bally with the prada

We can get a bottle, we go casamigos, teremana

I'm in the booth with Dash, niggas be givin' out gang for free, it's sad

Man, before I crash, I'm gon' pass, I won't go out bad

Oh, she think she mine, she want me to post her, I just laugh

I got niggas in the city from the east of Cleveland now

I don't trust nobody, everybody want a song with Mari

I just bust a jug, now I'm sittin' low just like a Rari

I don't see you in my future, baby, I can't tell you sorry

First, I try to chill, nigga, come and look what you done started

Oh, you think you heard, but you know I really go the hardest

Locked in with security, we gon' get that fine side to party

Ayy, everybody wanna be gangsta, don't know what come with it

Yeah, they gon' take you off as soon as you rent your ticket

Ayy, bae gon' fuck me now, I'm tryna get a quickie

Ayy, I know I shouldn't have did it, but I had to risk it

223 in my bag, but I'm servin' 448s

Yeah, nigga, you get served, just don't pull up too late

Ayy, I go Marni on my tee, Dior on my shoes,

Once you walk inside that trap, you need money, you better not move

If I ever had to play it, I'ma play it cool

If he ever play with that, that nigga gon' make the news

Niggas be grindin' out bad, givin' they money to bitch don't know they name

I ain't Kendrick Gilliam, I ain't gon' charge you for a million a game

Pulled right up and got him, that's how I know these niggas be givin' out names

15 on these Prada, bought inside the store and I got some stains

I'ma pipe me up for this one