Million Dolla Thoughts

Lyrics

[Intro] (Okay, KMoney) Yeah, yeah (Welcome to Get A Bag Records) Organized Crime Welcome to Get A Bag Records, where dreams come true (Let's get a bag) (You know what time it is, K) Two-band sack, two hundred bands back 4746 Fuck the label [Verse] Million-dollar thoughts, niggas want a piece of my mind Niggas say I don't be speakin' at times Where was you when a nigga really, really needed heat to survive? Spot cold like I'm sleepin' outside I can't take a day off, I know the next nigga won't Either or it's comin' in or that shit gettin' sold Fuckin' with the scams, ain't no back to bein' broke Niggas probably got as much as they need, nigga, I don't Eastside nigga with them plugs in the south Fuck a bitch good, put some drugs in her house Siri playin' hot, we gon' take another route Call my Joy Road niggas, we sendin' this shit on Stout, ayy Peel the Phantoms up, smoke, we got all that Set up shops, wet up blocks, we do all that Oh, you a snitch, huh? You ain't tell me all that You see I'm lit now, rap ain't get me all that Bitch, all I know is this illegal shit Ridin' in the rental with the slides and the X6 Hit Erotic, Trick, tell me who I'm leavin' with Give me China, I been fucked that lil' Keisha bitch Swear these lil' hoes be like, "Let's get on this nigga He'll shit on this nigga, bought a brick on this nigga" Come rob him, you gettin' ten off this nigga Even if it's ten of y'all, I'm puttin' ten on ten niggas Crazy, you can't get no cabbage with these niggas Hustle impaired, don't know what happened with these niggas Threw it on dog, he went absent on a nigga Better tap into his brain 'fore I be tappin' on this trigger Hundred grams, strong blow, all max, what I call grind Big fifty-five, want a soft twenty-nine Chally a sport, got me trippin' on the lodge Get the job done, I ain't lookin' for a job, ayy I love takin' risks, I love icin' kits Love every day I ain't on that indictment list I love head from a bitch I ain't tryna hit I love recordin' hoes doin' all type of shit I done overcame hate from a lot of niggas If he really want a plate, I ain't stoppin' niggas Ain't no layin' on us, we right on top of niggas Book me for a sweet sixteen and that chopper with me Had to work for this shit, freezing in the rain Stomach hurtin' bad, nigga sleepin' through the pain House off the hook, sleepin' with the thang Fell in love with this bitch, got me sleepin' with the 'caine, nigga Talk this boss shit, still havin' broke fears 'Cause I ain't had real money for a whole year I been blowin' through this shit, learnin' how to manage If you don't get shit, pussy nigga, get a package [Chorus] I see a million with my mask on All a nigga ever wanted was his bag gone See a million with my mask on All a nigga ever wanted was his bag gone, nigga See a million with my mask on All a nigga ever wanted was his bag gone [Outro] Standin' in the kitchen, palms itchin', tryna triple up this chicken, yeah I'm just standin' in the kitchen, palms itchin', tryna triple up this chicken, yeah (Welcome to Get A Bag Records, nigga) I'm just standin' in the kitchen I'm just standin' in the kitchen Standin' in the kitchen, palms itchin', triple up chicken (Let's get a bag)