[Chorus]
This Gucci, this Louie, these Fendi, these Robin, Givenchy, and Truey fits
That Prada, Versace, Bally, and Armani, what am I gon' do wit it?
All these 100's, these 50's, these 20's add up til I count me a million
All these 100's, these 50's, these 20's add up til I count me a million
Ferragamo wit Gucci they all the designer, I don't know the difference
I forgot what I spent on it
I'm from Chiraq, but my belt is from Italy
All these 100's, these 50's, these 20's add up til I count me a million
All these 100's, these 50's, these 20's add up til I count me a million
[Verse 1]
All these 100's thats on me ain't close to that much
But it feel like a million
Ridin around thru Chiraq and the bitch with me black
But her hair is Brazilian
Smoking loud, sippin Act, lil bro got the mac and lil bro on the attack
Better watch how you act cuz the mac'll go BRATTT and they can't bring you back
Now its after the fact
Put the mac in the trunk while we smoke and relax
While I thumb thru these racks
Man I just spent a stack on a belt and a hat
Never thought I'd see the day I go from State to State and I fuck all these hoes on my way
Never thought I'd be that nigga every time I step out I got all these hoes in my face
But fuck all these bitches
All I know is get these digits and flex
And stay real with my niggas
Kill for my niggas
Max been gettin money, but believe his finger still on the trigga
Gotta get this money cuz the opps ain't dead yet
But they always gon be broke and bummy
And that ain't nun funny
Thats why I keep this tech cuz niggas ain't never gon get nothing from me
HANNN!
This Gucci, this Louie, these Fendi, these Robin, Givenchy, and Truey fits
That Prada, Versace, Bally, and Armani, what am I gon' do wit it?
All these 100's, these 50's, these 20's add up til I count me a million
All these 100's, these 50's, these 20's add up til I count me a million
Ferragamo wit Gucci they all the designer, I don't know the difference
I forgot what I spent on it
I'm from Chiraq, but my belt is from Italy
All these 100's, these 50's, these 20's add up til I count me a million
All these 100's, these 50's, these 20's add up til I count me a million
[Verse 1]
All these 100's thats on me ain't close to that much
But it feel like a million
Ridin around thru Chiraq and the bitch with me black
But her hair is Brazilian
Smoking loud, sippin Act, lil bro got the mac and lil bro on the attack
Better watch how you act cuz the mac'll go BRATTT and they can't bring you back
Now its after the fact
Put the mac in the trunk while we smoke and relax
While I thumb thru these racks
Man I just spent a stack on a belt and a hat
Never thought I'd see the day I go from State to State and I fuck all these hoes on my way
Never thought I'd be that nigga every time I step out I got all these hoes in my face
But fuck all these bitches
All I know is get these digits and flex
And stay real with my niggas
Kill for my niggas
Max been gettin money, but believe his finger still on the trigga
Gotta get this money cuz the opps ain't dead yet
But they always gon be broke and bummy
And that ain't nun funny
Thats why I keep this tech cuz niggas ain't never gon get nothing from me
HANNN!
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