20M ft. JC KU$H Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah

No, no Yeah, yeah, yeah

Twenty million bags got my name in the backseat

Paper smelling green and my pockets

No se acaban de llenar

A mi padre, juro a Dios

El trabajo lo ah sacar

Rest of our life pa' disfrutar yeah

Never really was about the money

Never really was about the fame

Frankly, all that shit looks all the same to me

I just wanna bring it back home

Dreamt about this shit since I was four

Even left my city for the role

I don't even go back home no more

But I'm making sure I get the money

Y toda mi familia acting funny

But I do cash out for my passions

And that is all I ever wanted for me

I won't let the pressure bring me down like that, no

Think it's time to bring it back

So I'm back home

20 million bags got my name in the backseat

Paper smelling green and my pockets no se acaban de llenar

A mi padre, juro a Dios

El trabajo lo ha sacar

Rest of our life pa' disfrutar yeah

20 million bags got my name in the backseat

Paper smelling green and my pockets no se acaban de llenar

A mi padre, juro a Dios

El trabajo lo ha sacar

Rest of our life pa' disfrutar yeah

El paso, the way, not the step

That's no disrespect, but I don't hold my breath

Walk around like I got S on my chest

But nawh, I got FLEXX

I separated myself from the rest

Don't even know how to stress

Back in my bag on the road to success

Back on my shit, I deliver my best

I know time is money, that's why I invest

Keeping a G ain't the one you should test

Could've bought chains and Hermes

But I got no one to impress

Not at the club cause it's always a mess

Probably at home while I light up the grass

Trying to protect all the things I possess

I know that's talk from the flesh

I'm an outcast

Feel like a wiz with the spells that I cast

I got the bag on me

Man, I got the bank on me

And it happened gradually

So you could just 'lax on me

And the way that it's set up, you can't take it

Get to the bacon , salam alaykum

I'ma need acres to stay far from fakers

R.I.P. Kobe, I ball like the Lakers

Twenty million bags got my name in the backseat

Paper smelling green and my pockets

No se acaban de llenar

A mi padre, juro a Dios

El trabajo lo ah sacar

Rest of our life pa' disfrutar yeah

Twenty million bags got my name in the backseat

Paper smelling green and my pockets

No se acaban de llenar

A mi padre, juro a Dios

El trabajo lo ah sacar

Rest of our life pa' disfrutar yeah