Million Dollars Worth of Game ft. 42 Dugg Lyrics

Million Dollars Worth of Game ft. 42 Dugg - 2 Chainz

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Ton'

And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it

Yeah

Yeah

Bitch, who? Maybach truck and the coupe

Only time I'm goin' back and forth is for the juice

Feds still got me in court, shit crazy

Only time I let a bitch record when I'm writin'

And I'm famous, but can't shit change me, nigga

A million dollars worth of game, these niggas

I sold green, sold white, sold lyrics

Courtside watchin' the Hawks play the Pistons

Okay, money on my nightstand, jewelry on my nightstand

After market extendo, I pray it don't jam

They say it's on sight, then I guess it's on sight then

First couple of shows, the F&N was hype man

Way before the PJ I had a flight plan (Plan)

Goat with me, shake his hand, that's my right hand

A hoe'll fuck your homeboy out of spite, man

We had so much lean the store went out of Sprite and

Y'all don't get it, A on my fitted

Pussy nigga sayin' a bunch of shit they ain't livin'

Back on my pivot, kitchen, water whippin'

All these turkey bags, they thought it was Thanksgiving

Don't make me pull out of me, cash, I ain't trippin'

Long ass nose on the sticks, got it pimpin'

Let me see you shake it one cheek at a time

Double shot with the lime, yeah, your body-

Bitch, who? Maybach truck and the coupe

Only time I'm goin' back and forth is for the juice

Feds still got me in court, shit crazy

Only time I let a bitch record when I'm writin'

And I'm famous, but can't shit change me, nigga

A million dollars worth of game, these niggas

I sold green, sold white, sold lyrics

Courtside watchin' the Hawks play the Pistons

Still remember Chief, he was three doors down

I mean How? How you ain't last a year? Look at me now

The reason why that bag in town

I got bricks, no top, sad, everybody won´t fit

Forever I'll sag, they don't let a nigga in, nigga

All my bitches got a Benz, nigga

If I can't fuck, don't text me

You ain't gotta like it, but respect it

That FN still my weapon

Ayy, just step back, bitch, before I shoot

Walk a nigga down without tyin' my shit

Let him play crazy, he'll die in this bitch

4s over 5s, and 6s still over 9s

R.I.P. to Rob, now I'm trippin' for the gas

Rolls for the winter, then I'll prolly give it back

Still can't believe a nigga made it off of rap

Bitch, who? Maybach truck and the coupe

Only time I'm goin' back and forth is for the juice

Feds still got me in court, shit crazy

Only time I let a bitch record when I'm writin'

And I'm famous, but can't shit change me, nigga

A million dollars worth of game, these niggas

I sold green, sold white, sold lyrics

Courtside watchin' the Hawks play the Pistons