Million Dollar Trap ft. Meek Mill Lyrics

Million Dollar Trap ft. Meek Mill - Rick Ross

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Back drawin' again

ATL Jacob, he a fuckin' millionaire

Party at the penthouse (yeah, yeah)

Tell them hoes, "If y'all ain't fuckin', y'all gotta get out" (y'all gotta slide)

Yeah, ownership, this ain't no rent out (yeah, yeah)

We ain't flashin' no gun, these niggas gon' die, we pull that stick out (y'all gon' die)

I ain't tryna throw no ones, tryin' to take a bitch home, and pay her rent out

Nigga ain't really nobody, you turn into a body if I put a hit out

Twin bad bitches in a lobby waitin' for me, I gotta slip out

Heavenly shit on my body, I'm like a virgin who ain't been out

Godly

Shorty had surprised me, she said she wanted molly

I keep on swipin' this black card, they keep on checkin' my ID

Most these niggas, they act hard, 'til shit turn to a robbery

Got real shooters in my backyard and rain things like Kyrie, okay

One of my hoes wanted bread for some water, I sent her to Bali

My hood lil' bitch ain't never seen nothin', get happy when we go to Hibachis

Tracker on the car, I move so quick, so fast they can't even find me

Back on your door, got Southside henchmen that's with me, get real, real slimey

Huh, I'ma give these niggas somethin' they can talk about, okay

My young nigga put on 'levens just to walk 'em down, okay

Once you say it's up, it's nothin' we can talk about, no way

If he hate too much, or pose a threat, I tell my young boys, "Spray"

Party at the penthouse (spray, spray)

Tell them hoes, "If y'all ain't fuckin', y'all gotta get out"

Yeah, ownership, this ain't no rent out (biggest)

We ain't flashin' no gun (spray), these niggas gon' die, we pull that stick out (spray)

Break the lab, walk in the jeweler just to pick up bags

Caught a feelin' and spent a million on your fickle ass

In the bed, I'm gettin' head with my pen and pad

Winnipeg, arm and a leg when in my candy rag

Seated throne, I feel at home with my Nia Long (yes)

Smell like money when you around me, so it's free cologne

Rich as fuck, to keep it real, bitch, I need some more (more)

Friend or foe, the way I'm movin', will I live to know? (Know)

Am I pinnacle? No (no)

Am I cynical? Yes (yes)

Am I swimmin' in dope? (Dope)

Can you get it for less? (Less)

It's too good to be true (true), word, so call me collect (yes)

Hoes in Coconut Grove, I like callin' for sex

Biggest

Party at the penthouse (spray, spray)

Tell them hoes, "If y'all ain't fuckin', y'all gotta get out"

Yeah, ownership, this ain't no rent out

We ain't flashin' no gun (spray), these niggas gon' die, we pull that stick out (spray)