GrindHardPeezy - Plotting On A Milli (feat. O$ki Fontana)

I've been broke all my life, but today that got a switch
Put my master plan in motion, do my shit Strike it rich, got a dream of living
Lovely couple calls a model chick, got a dollar and a dream
I've been plotting on the lick, I'm from the bottom of the bottom

Ain't never had shit, top ramen and club soda
Kitchen stinkin' from the odor, my refrigerator leaking
Got roaches in the corner, Kool-Aid ain't got no sugar
And my TV is a loaner, I've been plotting on the milli

I've been plotting on the milli, I've been plotting on the milli
I've been plotting on the milli, I'm plotting on the milli
They say money makes the world go round, huh
They say money makes the world go round, huh
They say money makes the world go round, huh
But it's the root of all evil, who lying to the people

And you gotta watch them fakes, in the company you keep
Fall out over some cheats, they'll try to cut you in your sleep

Niggas sneak when you tryna eat, everyone gon' hate
Show you love for a second, then try to take your place
Man what type of love is that, we could be grinding together
Every rap I spit's a gem, you know we're diamonds forever

I admit I'm not perfect, but I'm tryna do better
And I'm tired of being tired, so I'm down for whatever

I've been plotting on the milli, I've been plotting on the milli
I've been plotting on the milli, I've been plotting on the milli

I'm plotting on the milli, they say money makes the world go round, huh
They say money makes the world go round, huh
They say money makes the world go round, huh
But it's the root of all evil, who lying to the people

Ayy money make you flip, no murray
I remember being broke on the flip
No service, doing bad on the bus
No whip, no swerving

I was walking, it was raining
He would put us on purpose like
Dear lord could you help me
I bet you can't be blessed if you don't go get it

It can't be great if you don't come with it
Fuck a bar, get bread, cause the birds come with it
Please understand, I need that one hand
I made me a plan, I gotta go have it

And if that don't work, we kick down your doors
We come like the clan, with no remorse
My hands was forced, born in the hood
Seeing killers on the porch, moved to the burbs

Thought it would be better, but seems like the struggle just lasted forever

Written by:
Alexander Boykins, Christopher Bradford, Maurice Hall, Raymond McNally, Willie Walker

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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