Million Cash ft. GreedyRah Lyrics

Uh, uh, bitch got me tight, son

Uh, uh, syndicate, word

Look, look, uh

A million cash, I dreamt I had it in my clutches

Thousand dollars of smoke in my Duffy, the Law Can't touch him

We can get this paper together, man, y'all stop Bluffin

Shinin', look like we glorious, really came up from Nothin

It's sad, I smell a ho in them I'm forever dolo, I'm Thuggin

The moment you think it's private, not everybody Want fronts shit

Like my bitch, ima, a tip, can't have the whole dick

And I'm tired of finger feedin' these rappers like They don't know shit

I'm tired of all the fussin' and fightin' just on some Ho shit

Bitches call my phone over bitches that I might post With

Never hit my phone with the cashapp, for none of, My merch shit

And you never hit my shit with them titties, I'm with The ho shit

I'm jokin', but shit in this life done became so potent

Your, one love in the city, end up bein' the bitch who Throat we in

Equestrian vibes, she kin to Megan and them

Eyes on the prize, wife treatment from a plethora Simps

I'm tired of havin' niggas call me over bitches I ain't Hit

Or my brother hit me with ah business move, and I Tell him it ain't it

We fuckin' moguls, got me thinkin' who I'm Surroundin' me with

I was taught if I ain't have enough, then we both Ain't gon' eat shit

Now I'm on a mission, livin' different, past me, grimy As shit

Mogulish mindset, bigger business, no more stealin' For shit

But if I do, I'm rippin' pockets, comin' swift as a Snitch

I'm swift with the licks, have your bitch make me a key to your shit

In your fridge, like ghetto Santa, where the cookies And shit

Don't let him breathe before I blam him, Dime who Taught me that shit

And always smile for the camera, Stark gon, get me Out quick

And free the realest locked down for the dumbest Of shit

A million cash, when you lose it, that's a coffin feelin

Gary Payton fillin' my lungs, got me coughin

Feelin' why sandboxes gotta die when we young

I want that Rogers feelin' that shield equivalent to a Gun

But fuck that damn defendin', most of your niggas Stuck in the ground

It's time to change your pivot', just cause everybody Else down

Some Lyfts you just can't fit with, I kick shit like bad Habits

Momma said if you grown then be grown, then I got Active

The beat rockin', gumboom when it spit, this beat Boxin

No need to cap, I keep stockin

I probably lost one, but I'm up for it

And I go up soon as I touch floors

And I enter soon as I touch doors

I'm sharp as scissors, what you think I play the cut For

Good intention, bad habits

I take a nigga's shit before I ask him, can I have it

I run the streets like a stray and play the field like a Rabbit

I'm like a diamond in the rough

Everything that glitter ain't gold, but it be tough

Before I crash out, I'ma blow up like Mrs. Puff

I let her drive the boat, but she pay if she fuck it up

I bought a whole bottle, still gon' sip it out the cup

All my hoes mad, they found out about the other Sluts

How the fuck my name in they mouth when it's shut

And why they always try and pull you down when You up

I don't care about the devil, guess I ran out of luck

And when there's war, I always keep one in the head like it's stuck

I just bought a box of bullets, I give them out like a Fuck

And this a box of 50, show me the banks, I'm a buck

A million cash, I dreamt I had it in my clutches

Thousand dollars of smoke in my Duffy, the Law Can't touch him

We can get this paper together, man, y'all stop Bluffin

We shining, look like we glorious, really came out From nothing