30 Million

Lyrics

[Intro] (God damn it, Dupri) Yeah, look [Verse 1] Having the time of my life Six figure cars that I drive every night (Skrrt) When the light hit the ice It twinkle and glisten, hundred got me right (Bling, bling, bling, bling) Niggas ain't nowhere in my sight I need thirty million so I can sleep tight (Cash) Started the flood, I ain't have shit Now my feet kicked up in a mansion (Uh) I went broke, they was laughing Now I'm independent and established Yeah, I gangbanged in the city Bust K's in the city, shit be crazy in the city (Boom, boom, boom) Now they play me in the city Innerprize Clicc motivation for the city You еither love or hate mе in the city Can't no nigga breathing keep me 'way from the city It's the culture "Shit don't stop," be the slogan I'm livin' in the future, but makin' all the moments Hamdullah, this shit could stop at any moment Fuck taking breaks, boy, I gotta keep it going Thirty million, yeah, that's the vision Thirty million the goal, we gotta hit it Flip it triple, get ten digits Grab the white board and map out the vision Position, that's nine-tenths of it I got my bitches runnin' like it's a pimp coming When preparation meet planning, what you get from it? My catalog stupid, look how I live from it When I was gangbanging, it was still, "Get money" Long live my niggas that ain't get to feel big money [Chorus] Yeah, we ain't stressin' 'bout shit Not no money, not no nigga, not a bitch Flyin' up Western in my shit All out the window, throwin' up Crip We ain't stressin' 'bout shit Not no money, not a nigga, not a bitch Yeah, we ain't pressed about shit For my next trick, watch me make thirty million [Verse 2] Dover Street, Fred Segall All this death of me, gotta keep a TEC on me All that mean is a pocket full of dead homies I just passed, now it's time to invest something I told you my mission You should know by now I don't no bullshitting Thirty million, that's the mission I'm on a run right now, boy, I gotta get it [Chorus] Yeah, we ain't stressin' 'bout shit Not no money, not no nigga, not a bitch Flyin' up Western in my shit All out the window, throwin' up Crip We ain't stressin' 'bout shit Not no money, not a nigga, not a bitch Yeah, we ain't pressed about shit For my next trick, watch me make thirty million