Da Savage - Millionz (Bonus Track)

Running after the millions fuck it
Running after the billions I need my money to the ceiling
I don't got no feelings these bitches itching for the riches
But I don't want no type of dealings I'm feeling the tension
Too many niggas in my business I'll fuck around and catch a sentence
High speed fuck a ticket I gotta get it how I'm living
I'm racing pacing to the millions
Running after the millions
These niggas be bitches can't really fuck with em
My pockets poking sticking out like a pimple
I get the choppa point it right at your temple
You get it nigga? Aim it right at your mental
The ice be shining it cold like December
Them bitches be changing colors like The Wiggles
You get too close it just might make you shiver
I fucked your bitch she just had a dilemma
I made a million just off of my numbers
Bitch I am the boss you can call me Obama
My hitters evil you can call em Osama
That choppa pop you send you back to your mama
Hundred round drum on the bottom for fun
Don't think that's all the bullets bitch we got tons
They get caught bitch we paying the bonds
We gone bail em out because we got the funds
Yeah lil bitch I'm running like trains on a rail
I'm really getting checks and making these sales
Don't gotta boast cause my numbers gone tell
Got platinum plaques sitting right on the shelf
I got my own record label my nigga
Bitch I'm the CEO title Jigga
I'm in a lambo bitch this ain't a rental
I iced out the dental feeling presidential
I had your lil bitch you didn't read the signs
I hope the lil bitch don't really think she mines
I told the lil bitch to read between the lines
I'm really just hear looking for a good time
Bitch I'm the goat it's my time to shine
I don't really see these haters bitch I'm blind
No bitch you can't stop me money on my mind
You can check the numbers we gon win every time
Running after the millions fuck it
Running after the billions I need my money to the ceiling
I don't got no feelings these bitches itching for the riches
But I don't want no type of dealings I'm feeling the tension
Too many niggas in my business I'll fuck around and catch a sentence
High speed fuck a ticket I gotta get it how I'm living
I'm racing pacing to the millions
Man I don't really argue with niggas
I barely even like to speak why the fuck would they try to compete
I face a blunt and I'm complete
Been a dog as a youngin now I'm off the leash
Glock to the left of me in my pockets where the cheddar be
Too official like a referee
A chef with the recipe take your bitch open sesame
She can't get enough of sexing me
Swear we so goated niggas our shit and quote it
Knowing we the ones that wrote been made for this shit I'm so chosen
Fake shit too real I'll expose it
Be damned if my shit go unnoticed
That fifth I'm a blow it think I got a Glock just to show it?
Let off a quick ten like Derozan
They know I'm applying the gas
Approaching the game and approaching it fast
Won't let a bitch nigga block me from my path
Too dedicated to get throwed off my craft
A nigga was bummy all they did was laugh
Can I murder the beat? Let me give it a stab
We applying the heat? Let us give it a grab
All these tracks we gone eat like we grilling a slab
A couple rounds leave em all on a slab
Hit your bitch from the back while she making it clap

Written by:
Michael Sims Jr.

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