Million Dollar Vision RMC Mike (Ft. Peezy)

[Intro: RMC Mike]
Bitch

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
S580 with the paper tags
I had to leave my bitch with her ungrateful ass
Let's have a cookout, don't make me break the glass
Brodie showed me how to hustle, now I make it fast
You down to your last ten, better make it last
I'm trying to triple up again when I shake the bag
I cut off a couple friends just to shake the past
I'm getting every dollar I can just to make a bag
We on Collins doing one-sixy in a Porsche, nigga
Dead body in the trunk, yeah, it's a corpse, nigga
Ghetto Boyz run the city, yеah, of course, nigga
I had to get it out the streets, you on thе porch, nigga
I told P them diamond links might blind a bitch
I gave that ho some Perky dick, now you can't find the bitch
The way she blow up on my mic, I might sign the bitch
No, we didn't blow up overnight, it took time for this

[Chorus: RMC Mike]
Million-dollar grind, million-dollar vision
I been grindin', takin' care of million-dollar business
Came a long way from sellin' dope and hoppin' fences
Now we on top of our class, ain't no competition
Million-dollar grind, million-dollar vision
I been grindin', takin' care of million-dollar business
Came a long way from sellin' dope and hoppin' fences
Now we on top of our class, ain't no competition