Conscience - A Million Dollars

If I made a million dollars i would split it five ways
Buy designer for my mama and a house by the bay
Have my driver keep a chopper and a block on my waist
Dirty bitches try to holler? Get the fuck out my way!
If I made a million dollars i would split it five ways
Buy designer for my mama and a house by the bay
Have my driver keep a chopper and a block on my waist
Dirty bitches try to holler? Get the fuck out my face
Take a trip to Guatemala, popping bottles on the way
Eat my dinner with the doctors looking at me side ways
Used to be a window shopper now we buy whatʼs in the pane
Like we one the fucking lotto how we rocking nowadays
If I made a million dollars I would buy myself a yacht
We been drowning at the bottom sipping ramen out the pot
You can keep your Maserati Iʼma buy my boys a lot
Thatʼs a car for everybody who been here I ainʼt forgot
Bitch, woah
I would tell my grandma that we won the lotto
She been playing all her life God and I know
He ainʼt made no promise she gonʼ see tomorrow
Iʼma need it pronto
I know if I made a million dollars not to ever make a bet
that my familyʼd break apart cause I would lose on every cent
Yeah I got family whoʼd do anything for money and a check
So that means aunts, uncles, cousins would be at each others necks
“Roger can you pay my rent?”
“RJ can I get a Benz?”
“Aye, how you doing nephew! Itʼs bout time we make amends!”
If I made a million dollars I would also make a mess Make a million other problems
and a million fake friends
Fuck that Got a lot of exes that I know would try to run back
Hit me with a message like “I miss you”
Fuck that
Push you to the edge and then Iʼll hit you with a love tap
Bitch, you even lucky that I diss you slut
Back, back with that fucking snapback Thatʼs cap and you know that thatʼs facts
Flashback to the kid in back of class laughed at and now I get the last laugh Haha!
Backlash bitch, thatʼs that
Since my mama was a Juno,
lived off that ramen noodle
Struggles everything I grew on
I been dreaming bout a bag
All my life we lived brutal
Didnʼt know what to do so
if you hit me up, itʼs futile
You ainʼt been through what we have
I got five family members who been with me through it all
From the highs, to the lows, through the summers, through the falls
I got five great reasons to not listen to you talk
You five seconds tillʼ Iʼm hanging up this fucking call cause
If I made a million dollars i would split it five ways
Buy designer for my mama and a house by the bay
Have my driver keep a chopper and a block on my waist
Dirty bitches try to holler? Get the fuck out my way!
If I made a million dollars i would split it five ways
Buy designer for my mama and a house by the bay
Have my driver keep a chopper and a block on my waist
Dirty bitches try to holler? Get the fuck out my face
Take a trip to Guatemala, popping bottles on the way
Eat my dinner with the doctors looking at me side ways
Used to be a window shopper now we buy whatʼs in the pane
Like we one the fucking lotto how we rocking nowadays

Written by:
DANIEL ANDREW JOHNSON, KANE BRIDEWELL, ROGER RAMOS

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