Jglove - 100 Million Dollar$, Pt. 2 (feat. Vman & Playboy Puddy)

Yo
Yo
Mhmm
Swear that I'm different
I pull up with that and I'm switching positions
My niggas know what's good my diamonds they glisten
I had to go fuck a bitch crush all that tension
I got to pay attention that's retention
Catch me at library no detention
This shit is so scary
My bitches they vary
You hearing me nigga?
This shit is real clearly
Ugh, clearly, ugh
Dear me
This shit no letter, I got a Beretta
Like ugh, fear me
All of my niggas they know what's good
All of my niggas they know what's good
Ain't no factor
Finna' go split a nigga like a fraction
Had to go add up math, no subtraction
Hittin' these bitches and they understand
Ooo like damn, nigga
You ain't know that I'm the man, nigga
Pull up the beach in the sand, nigga
Yo bitch had me at the fan, nigga
Pull up with Jarrett the man, nigga
We like a pair, trynna come follow
I got that sleepy my nigga not hollow
Y'all niggas talkin' that shit like what's good
I'm at no brothel
I'm hittin' different bitches, hittin' different bitches
Actin' really vicious, nigga I'm just mad
All up in my bag, yeah I got the swag
Pull up with a Jag, nigga we committed
Trynna rap with me that shit dead
And I had to pump the real lead
.5 that's a .7, at 'leven and I got a seven, ugh
All my niggas know what's good wit' me
You ain't trynna say nun' slick
First goal was to get rich
And my niggas hit wit' a hit stick
Big 3 on the beat
Run it back to back, 2012 Heat
Playboy, Jglove, don’t forget V
100 million dolla' OGs
Yeah
Realest in the room
Nothing to assume
Hop in 7-8
Make it go vroom
Sweep you like broom
Watching looney tune
I'mma wild dawg
Yeah, you gon' lose
Never in a drought
Never live in doubt
Cash runnin' water
Like, I’m livin' well
All this drip I’m supplying
Playboy really been providing
Yeah
Ten toes down in the East, like a Tar Heel
Make a mark on this world
Yeah nah, I’m too real
Slice a boy up like fruit ninja
Drip for a fuel, I'mma real engine
Yeah, yeah
Dial you up, I hear the static
Shock your line, I’m an attic
Birkin boy cause I stay in my bag
Load the pistol I’m releasing the mag
Playboy just profession
You in class when the bell ring
Hit the digital dash
I'mma tiger how I prey on my birdie
Master of the game
I don't show you no mercy
Caught the lyric?
No worries, you good
Money like this
We don’t do what we should
Ties run deep
You know that we good
Lace em up
Welcome to the brotherhood
Yeah, yeah
I know that my niggas that got me
I got a 10 on me like I'm on Toonami
I really be flexing to show that I got it
I did it you thought it, you know that I never play
Can’t even cap so I just type in lowercase
Eatin' ice cubes, yeah it's gon' be a good day
Hate how they act when they meet me
We ain’t linkin' if u can’t keep a secret
Tellin' fake friends sayonara
Niggas among us is just some impostahs'
Callin' me Dame 'cause I got all these dollahs'
Nobody hardah'
Control her water
Man I feel like Poseidon
Got so many layers to me, my nigga that's trident
If you ever want my time know it's never free
Human in a league with God, nigga call me Hercules
Yah
I shoot with my shot with precision like Everdeen
42 on me, no Wallaby
Niggas in real life be just trynna follow me
Bro do not copy me, nobody stopping me
Yah
Young boy used to hit the store with a dollar and dreams
Make a mil' and have a big family
Never ever have to worry bout green
Now that I’m closer I'm lovin' my schemes
Swear I’m magnificent,
Spittin' some fire, I feel like Maleficent
Already know that I’m heaven sent
Swiping thru life for the hell of it
Pull up on us & you gon' be regrettin' it
Throw the oop up and my niggas is catchin' it
Everybody wanna know what is next for us
Hope you understand you’ll never be next to us

Written by:
Jarrett Glover, Justin Glover, Vernon Kirby

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