J. Dean - Million Bucks

Ha-Ha Yeah
It's a million right? Yo!


Top of the year, I'm trying to make enough where the lotto is peers
You know me, it's high speed cars the models is bears
I'm racing, sliding down these Buffalo streets amazing
With a thick brown joint, I had enough petite Asians
Just my preference type, 22, I dead the sights
With a straight shot, I BANG!, until they read the rights
From 716, a legend and I spun hits
Dead you off one clip, for bread and it'll come quick
I'm spending, no accountants, I can make it back
I'm winning, I can announce it, it's a stated fact
I'm penning, to any doubting, and your case is wrapped
I'm ending, and my routing, where your statements at Uh
I was uptown, I'm about to go down the way
They letting off buck rounds, if you get a pound a day
Respect the game, you know that's how this shit goes
Expect to aim, with pistols can't miss those cause


We from the hood all we wanted was a million bucks
Let a couple shots go if you feeling us
Pull the fucking roof back let the ceiling touch
Don't give a fuck where we go man it's still the Buff
You know we gotta ride, watch me pull up right
You know I'm kinda fly, them bitches side eyed
Gotta be down to die packing a 4 5
Around the east side where the most die


Born and raised a morning slave is my job
The more I save a foreign faze in my garage
I tore the page insure my days inside a lodge
A Taurus blaze and Jordan paid tonight minaj
Mail the little bitch her locs on federal shit
Over the counter saying things she can sell you the script
Hair nappy shirt wrinkled I can tell you was lit
Left Buffalo kids on your shirt like Griselda the shit man
Stop playing I'm from the state what's after commas
I lay a verse so I can be on track to Bahamas
What you need Ima get it up out the town
Split it nah fuck the pounds no limits pass herbs around
Got it for cheap anything for models on beach
Clayton Bigbsy shit brothers inside of those sheets
Respect the game bro you know how this shit happens
A necklace hang and I'm bright when her shit clapping man


We from the hood all we wanted was a million bucks
Let a couple shots go if you feeling us
Pull the fucking roof back let the ceiling touch
Don't give a fuck where we go man it's still the Buff
You know we gotta ride, watch me pull up right
You know I'm kinda fly, them bitches side eyed
Gotta be down to die packing a 4 5
Around the east side where the most die

Ha-Ha Yeah
Y'all didn't even know huh
That's all we want man a million bucks here and there
Simple and plain is that
J. Dean
They didn't even know man
Ayo bro
It's starting to get a little bit too easy man
They know me out here man

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