it, I try to pay attention but ya'll mad borin', And got so much swag I need a ad for it, And I don't like to brag so my bitches brag for me, Oh she
what u think of this verse so go ahead and take your time and rewind it back it , it won't change that I get a dollar , got a millions stacks So many million
down mean that they know too You know Bankhead ain't raise no fools You know we never not goin' all in Kickin' doors over just to let my dogs in So many
me like this is the last time Promise that you'll love me Love me like you'll never see me again Oh oh oh How many really know what love is? Millions
, if she ain't fucking, adios! So many cars I'm like eenie meenie minie moe So many colors in the diamonds, kaleidoscope Last year I made a hundred million
get up, I get down. Two million people barely satisfy. Two hundred women watch one woman cry, too late. The eyes of honesty can achieve. How many millions
, get down Two million people barely satisfy Two hundred women watch one woman cry, too late The eyes of honesty can achieve ([Incomprehensible]) How many millions
things Like ecstasy The sound of trees Most anything What a baby sees Beautiful face, alright Many a place, out of sight Old woman there with red shoes One million
to let us in Nothing can bridge our souls devotion Fast enough together As the power proves you right Right enough to let you begin So many displaced
Does a lamb cry out before we shoot it dead Are there many more in comfort understanding Is the movement in the head And I heard a million voices singing
's body's like an hourglass, thats no lie, You know if she bring it to me the cash bout to fly, man, I'm so ready for her, I wanna throw it so fast, But
like a Shoalin Priest on Hydro I can see time flies yo So when we making moves, you either with me Yo what skills you lack so weak niggas step back and
To whom it may concern, You might sell a million more than me, But you don't got a million more than me, Let's be real. Ahahaha Let's do this thing
the vibe is wrong And that haunted me all the way home So I keep in mind When I?m on my own Somewhere far from home In the danger zone How many times
be Or let me be me, so let me see They try to shut me down on MTV But it feels so empty, without me So, come on and dip, bum on your lips Fuck that,
ballin' like Jim Jones 'Cause I made about eight million ringtones I'm a certified mack on the streets How many rappers got ice on the back but they not too many