[hook] b**h I'm living lavish Talking money, cabbage You talking all the bullsh**, you ain't about to have it b**h I say we living lavish Murk you for the static Drum up on the whole team we leaving with some baggage, livin', livin' lavish Talking money, cabbage You talking all the bullsh**, you ain't about to have it b**h I say we living lavish Murk you for the static Drum up on the whole team we leaving with some baggage, them fukk boys show up [Verse 1] It's that last drink that Rest In Peace RIP that's "shut up b**h" I'm too drunk to understand what you saying What you demand from me? Sipping lean till my stomach hurt Toast weighing my pants down And I'm really wishing that a brother would Cop the tip we ain't jam out Bringing the flame, flinging the 'caine With figures to gain, the bigger the gang The bigger the brain, the bigger we bang The quicker we slang Now say it again (faded again) She's got a plan Shifted a shipment to France Siphon the gas from the plane Sipping the sixty to mess with the fans Cop about fifty, chop it in half Triple the price, move it in bags Cripple your plug, we pulling a tag Chicken the soup it's all in a rag [Hook 2] Hunna' million dollars on a b**h Hunna' million dollars on a b**h We gon' make a hunna' million dollars off this b**h Hunna', hunna', hunna' million dollars (screwed vocal) b**h Hunna' million dollars on a b**h Hunna' million dollars on a b**h We gon' make a hunna' million dollars off this b**h Hunna', hunna', hunna' million dollars off this b**h I been [?] [Verse 2] It's that last shot, no witness My last beer, dark Guinness My last job ain't finished So I'm in a room dressed up like a dentist Menace, lower they want a percentage Slipped them a wrap, poisonous spinach sh** in they food, now that they finished Cleaner the bed, downer with this Hey, clean Find me a patsy, find me a patsy I'll find you the team (hey clean) Guns with a scheme, poppin on lean [Hook 2] Hunna' million dollars on a b**h Hunna' million dollars on a b**h We gon' make a hunna' million dollars off this b**h Hunna' hunna' hunna' million dollars off this b**h [x2] [hook] B-b**h I'm living lavish Talking money, cabbage You talking all the bullsh**, you ain't about to have it b**h, we living lavish Murk you for the static Drum up on the whole team we leaving with some Baggage Them fukkboys show up, their body go down Bullets in the air, everybody catch a round You looking for the fort? We tear that sh** down Bullets in the f**ing air, everybody get it now, look [Verse 3] We been walking on the line of being fine or being k**as No belief in no home, no hope, about to be them dealers Gun toting, gun smoking, homicidal predator I'm irregular, no regular competitors Competitive, non-secular. My team stay molecular In every part of the element we down to be dissecting them, like [Outro] From now on, everyone will be properly dressed at all times I cannot have officers eating sandwiches on duty, commander, just under any circumstances "I'm sorry sir"