ikey - Million Dollar Nigga

Yea, yea, yea
Some people call steady, askin' me for money
If you was smart, you would get some knowledge from it
Don't got a pussy, fetish, ima moneyJunkie
Million dollar nigga, tryna fuck the money
This is new Balenci track, these is not the runners
If They was givin' out trophies in the trap, I would've got one of em

No point in sayin' who you got my number from
When I leave the crib, I equip my gun
These not regular drugs, I got vet lungs
He was tryna run, but I got a pointer
Don't get turned to a organ donor
Stupid ass

As a jet, everybody said I wouldn't be shit
Lil' ass, temp scale, steady fuckin' up my measurement
Young nigga, but I post up with the veterans
You old and watch that, what the fuck is you tellin' me
Every drug that I need, what the fuck is you sellin' me
Thought he had real percs, but he had fatty in it, but it had fatty in it

I'm from the bottom, it's on the right up
I'm on 5 zas and I lost my cup
I pop 5-15's and I'm like, what the fuck
I'm here mixin' drugs, I'm a chef, I don't go by the book
Dying for my chain, it's not a good look Thought it couldn't happen and got his life took

Hold up, wait, listen what I'm sayin'
I got a fuckin' plan to run up some bands
The bitch see me staring short attention, span next thing you know, I'm own too her friend
Million dollar man, won't fuck with no broke fam

Written by:
Michael Sims

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