One Million Lyrics

She said it's been a minute a hour Since I last did it

I hit a bad bitch then I quit it

Got it free of charge i just been Acquitted

It's that money face card that's

Business decisions

Clearly, I'm winning give a fuck About opinion

In my damn bag too much I forgot About feelings

I see it like it's double vision

I'm the one killing

A bitch too sad, cause I chased one,

Moneys talk the loudest

Pockets crowded

I might need a hand

My thumb busy counting

Paper on legs

The tent toes be grounded

I just want a bag

I ain't tip toe around it

Beat the pack up

Pound for pound, I be the greatest

Get your hands up

This shit for real, bitch, we made it

Get your weight up in the bitch before we pounding that

We be on the mat, tell you where to go and don't come back

I don't look out for you, unless you In my zone

All the way in, touch down, 10 toes

I can start again, even from the end zone

From the one yard line to the goal post

Ninety nine problems, give her one more

$100 bills, too fat, can't fold

Wheels on chrome, wrist on gold

Counting dead faces, then go ghost

Yeah, yeah

All right

Never down bad

I pull up out the business

I got me some bands and left a bitch