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Yeah. Million Dollar Game spitter. You know the price stay goin' up. Recession proof, nigga. Ten different incomes, you know what I'm sayin'? We don't feel none of that shit. But stay grindin' though. Been around the world twice, runnin' up this Mileage. I been puttin' this shit on, I ain't Never need no stylist. She just tryin' to win, heard that pussy got Some mileage. I'm diggin' in the game, tryin' to See where I can profit. Went from trappin' out the projects to niggas Droppin' projects. How your watch worth a buck Without no diamonds? Yeah, rap the new dope game And we uppin' all the prices 'cause the Feds Usin' lyrics for indictments. Ain't no pressure, I know what I signed up For and everything that come with it. I know these niggas cutthroat. When you self-made, they gon' hate you with the Utmost and playin' both sides, watch niggas go end Up smoke. LeBron James how I'm bustin' these plays. The doors on the Rolls truck open opposite ways. For a name, she go opposite ways. Around here, a day in the life might get You life in a day. Seats in the Bentayga, They redder than Deuce Rag. They say he douchebag. The patty cake blue as Snoop flag. Hear two in the broom closet, just fronted off Two slabs. Two-step the bluff, but my wrist doin' The school crab. This ain't Crowley's, you can't stop me. No, we can't poly. In J Ollie's, you know I'm heavy on the Steak marvel. My chain jit, I'm drivin' with my Knee, twistin' up the tree. Workin' three phones while I'm lane switchin'. We servin' J's up to three in the mornin'. Full coverage insurance, ridin' dirty in a foreign. Sweater Celine, no, this ain't no Liz Claiborne. My whip down there equivalent to eighty pints of Acorn. On our side is the art side, It's where the pills blue. Land of milk and honey, but the money reek Of mildew. Cartier starin' at the world through my Rear view. Flyin' up the lot, droppin' lines in My Clearview. These bitches ain't shit, They only loyal to the money and these niggas No different. I can't fuck with you, homie. Catch me ridin' by my lonely with a cup Full of Dom P. Player shit only, Smokin' blunts to the Ozleys. Wearin' Medellin probably where they might find me. Got the Bartel with me, wish a nigga would Try me. Throwin' money, drinkin' rum, knockin' hoes Out the island. No Toosie, no pussy, Well, fuck it, we wildin'. I sue like the Wu, ho, but I ain't From Shaolin. I sue like the Wu, ho, I'll take you to Boston. Put her on a plane, we ain't do too Much talkin'. Take you out the slums to a Penthouse apartment. Throw some yeah on the table, Have a penthouse party. No neighbors on my floor, ho, I'm penthouse worthy. If I keep her for a week, hell yeah, She'll be workin'. No strippin' or twerkin', Advance with the earnin'. It's P
2 Eleven, Boldy James, Jay Worthy, Python P — Classic
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