Million Dollar - SeptembersRich

Million Dollar

SeptembersRich

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Lyric

(Roshy)

I got a brand new (Ha)

I got a brand new whip outside, ha

Yeah, I got a brand new (XXAY buggin on the track)

I got a brand new whip outside

Hop in that Tonka, lil bitch, go ride

I'm finna take these drugs all night, finna go meet God

And them shooters around your house, we finna meet in the sky

Yeah, them Percs, they don't run out, got unlimited supply

That boy run up then he die, can't believe he tried his life

Hit my mom, she gon' cry, cry

Sip this drank, I'm gon' fly, fly

Pop this Perc', fall out, might die (Ha)

Pop this Perc', fall out, might die (Ha)

We finna meet in the sky, huh

Let's see who get high (See who get high)

We ain't sipping on wine, I need the Wocky 'til I die

Boy, you sipping that line, you been ashamed

You been telling them lies

You said that's your wife, I just fucked her from the side

Go through her phone, you'll find out

You gon' cry, you gon' pop out

You gon' wanna fight it out

Told your bitch ass, "Meet me in the south" (Meet me in the south)

We gon' take a jet, fly out (Fly out)

We gonna hit the mall, buy that shit out

Big ass check just hit my bank account (My bank account)

Ain't no looking back now

Got them shooters in the background (The background)

We all rich and paid

Ain't gotta watch my back now (My back now)

The gang on go

We gon' stomp you if no guns allowed (Stomp it out)

She ain't fuck me when I was broke but what she doing now?

You ain't never seen no bank account with two commas, wow

Million dollars in my face got me laughing, ha

Heard your music is so shit, ha, you crashing out

Took them Percs and your bitch ass just crashed out

I got a brand new whip outside

Hop in that Tonka, lil bitch, go ride

I'm finna take these drugs all night

Finna go meet God

And them shooters around your house

We finna meet in the sky

Yeah, them Percs, they don't run out

Got unlimited supply

That boy run up then he die, can't believe he tried his life

Hit my mom, she gon' cry, cry

Sip this drank, I'm gon' fly, fly

Pop this Perc', fall out, might die (Ha)

Pop this Perc', fall out, might die (Ha)

We finna meet in the sky, huh

Let's see who get high (See who get high)

We ain't sipping on wine, I need the Wocky 'til I die

Boy, you sipping that line, you been ashamed

You been telling them lies

You said that's your wife, I just fucked her from the side

- It's already the end -