Million Dolla Thoughts 2

Lyrics

[Intro] (Welcome to Get a Bag Records) (Chill going crazy) (Look out, Veno) (Veno gon' cook up, he mix the ingredients) (Let's get a bag) [Chorus] Show me the money, you can't show me no love Nigga, I used to wash my clothes in the tub My hands tired, I can't throw you a slug Nigga, I used to wash my clothes in the tub Show me the money, you can't show me no love Nigga, I used to wash my clothes in the tub My hands tired, I can't throw you a slug Nigga, I used to wash my clothes in the— ha, ha [Verse] Ayy, I took my two to the head like they was two to the leg You ain't get the job done, boy, you stupid as hell In the 'spital thinkin', "Fuck I'm finna do with a friend? Where I'm goin' when I bounce back, the booth or the feds?" Seen so many hams get on and blow the chicken If I catch a body, my nigga gon' blow the witness Love my nigga Mitch, we been out here on them missions Niggas throwin' ones, I'm the one, so I'm throwin' fifties You never made contact, bro, you just a contact Taggin' three hoes that live in the same complex Besides that, it's combat, spin 'round with chopsticks Flip a nigga, Comcast, dropped so many slidin' past Trappin' on the mainline soon as this 'caine dry When my nigga Kane died, I knew it was game time Blues leave a nigga bloody, I ain't throwin' gang signs Fin put you in the air with Zach LaVine hangtime Tapped in, get my strap in, grabbin' the backend Te-Te love a nigga, you think I'm fuckin' a crackhead? Nothin' for a nigga, your pockets'll make you have friends Then they get to beggin', these niggas worse than the crackheads I don't be in niggas' faces, got my own zone Got some P's yesterday, them bitches long gone Bro like ET in the joint, he wanna phone home They in the field throwin' bullets, my nigga, go long Thug preacher, don't love 'til the love even Love leavin', niggas hate when the love need 'em Blood leakin', cuz hit, blood screamin' Hear him loud and clear, K louder than club speakers Niggas tryna get into it, they ain't been gettin' to it Get a phone, get to groovin', boy, I got some shit that's boomin' I'm puttin' money on any human, you niggas stupid Spendin' money ain't get to coochie, niggas be losers Miami nights, I'm with your ho, Miami lights, I'm blowin' smoke Miami Vice, boy, you the folks, this street shit ain't no joke I turn one circle into four, Miami ice, get on that coke Keep a rifle on that floor if you got ice around, just know 'Cause now these lil' hoes be like, "Let's get lit with this nigga Neck flick on this nigga, couple bricks for his glitter" Come raw dog, probably'll bill on this nigga When that switch hit six niggas, it ain't shit to split, nigga [Chorus] Show me the money, you can't show me no love Nigga, I used to wash my clothes in the tub My hands tired, I can't throw you a slug Nigga, I used to wash my clothes in the tub Show me the money, you can't show me no love Nigga, I used to wash my clothes in the tub My hands tired, I can't throw you a slug Nigga, I used to wash my clothes in the— ha, ha