Million Dollars Worth of Game (feat. 42 Dugg)

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 going back and forth is for the juice

Feds still got me in court, shit crazy

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

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 watching the Hawks play the Pistons

Okay, money on my nightstand, jewelry on my nightstand

Aftermarket 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 FN was my hype man (fire)

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

The GOAT with me, shake his hand, that's my right hand

A hoe'll fuck yo' homeboy outta spite, man

We had so much lean in store run out of Sprite, and

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

Pussy niggas sayin' a bunch of shit they ain't livin' (livin')

Back on my pivot, kitchen water whippin' (whippin')

All these turkeys bags, they thought it was Thanksgiving

Don't make me pull out a million 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 different

Bitch who?

Maybach truck and the coupe

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

Feds still got me in court, shit crazy

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

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 watching 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 topside, everybody won't fit

Forever outside, they won't let a nigga in

Nigga, all my bitches gotta Benz, nigga

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

You ain't gotta like 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 going back and forth is for the juice

Feds still got me in court, shit crazy

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

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 watching the Hawks play the Pistons