Bvang - Million Dollar (Freestyle) lyrics

Yeah, I'm hustling all them quarters on that back block Rather have four quarters then hundred pennies tell 'em to kick rocks Where the stash at Yo, this party whack n***a pa** that I cash that Y'all ain't make it till' you run it back All the sh** I spit is straight facts I'm on my paper talk, I'll moon walk to the moon and back For some big gaup, f** cops I guess you can call this off the top of my head Cause after this I know shorty giving me head Me and all my n***as make bread Call this a bad bakery, I burn bread, nobody's making me All them years of not being fed, man this sh** saving me Caving me in All this stressin' I should have a bald head Call Mr. Clean, cause after the job there won't be no lead Just a random body they found f**ing dead Let me show them who there f**ing messing with I be spitting in the closet (Real) I be get taking over beats (Okay) I be getting all this fire I be getting all this heat (That's hot) I be getting all this loud I be getting all my dreams (These dreams) I be getting all this money Yeah, I know just what it seems The cops coming and I'm running out the back door Motherf**er what you looking at what's that for? (What) Sianara use a comma, slice like that sword Coming out your f**ing mouth, like yous an actor It's beast coast, we the illest of them villains Put our hands up to the ceilings, we gon' make a couple millions And we get it how we get it f** yo' tracks I'll keep on dissing How you listen and you glisten Godlier than any christian Yeah, I'm pissing all you f*ggots off Blowing up so big (boom!), you gotta call the bomb squad (squad) Thanks a lot, you be taking some time off I be waking up at 6, to write another f**ing song (uh, huh) f** poltians I'd rather be illumnati superstion say f** a student tuition I'm on a misson Getting all my n***a out of the kitchen Whippin in whips Say f** getting shot and limping Me and all my bros That' all I f**ing know I never see red just green that means go f** a Christmas handout I get it on my own 17 years old and I'm grown I'm grown up And all these people looking at me They be thinking I'm a thug As I'm running right through the streets And they taking a look at these What you looking at bro? Got my hand on some dough Middle finger up and rest in peace, uh