Million

I’m tryna touch a million
Your bitch tryna fuck, fuck feelings
Iced out and I feel like a villain
Stone cold so you know how my ice be
Wrist froze and I’m rocking a white tee
Big splash, I’m sinking the big three
Doubles C’s the purse that she flexing
Big bag if it ain’t Birkin she stressing
Two phones which one am I texting
Fake love, so I learned my lesson
Big racks got her feeling suburban
Throw it back like you ain’t ever heard them
Fly like the bird is the word then
Chirping on Twitter but won’t at me in person
Back it up got her reversing
To the grave to the hearse then
If you in last you ain’t first then
If you in last you ain’t first then
Know me in person
Just know that I birth them
Going up to the millions
So I stack to the ceiling
The whip that I’m wheeling
Is lacking a roof I got feeling
The cards that I’m dealing are packing a punch
The beat that I make come with a crunch
Squeezing these lemons and making a bunch
I’m tryna touch a million
Your bitch tryna fuck, fuck feelings
Iced out and I feel like a villain
Stone cold so you know how my ice be
Wrist froze and I’m rocking a white tee
Big splash, I’m sinking the big three
Doubles C’s the purse that she flexing
Big bag if it ain’t Birkin she stressing
Two phones which one am I texting
Fake love, so I learned my lesson
Big racks got her feeling suburban
Throw it back like you ain’t ever heard them
Fly like the bird is the word then
Chirping on Twitter but won’t at me in person
Back it up got her reversing
To the grave to the hearse then
If you in last you ain’t first then
If you in last you ain’t first then
My brothers with me to the haters we curse them
Big racks we out on the same thing
Fat packs the ones that we claiming
Dub team we getting the main rings
Who is you? What are you claiming?
Hop off my dick if you just a lame thing
Spitting facts who said I was shaking
I’m tryna touch a million
Your bitch tryna fuck, fuck feelings
Iced out and I feel like a villain
Stone cold so you know how my ice be
Wrist froze and I’m rocking a white tee
Big splash, I’m sinking the big three
Doubles C’s the purse that she flexing
Big bag if it ain’t Birkin she stressing
Two phones which one am I texting
Fake love, so I learned my lesson
Big racks got her feeling suburban
Throw it back like you ain’t ever heard them
Fly like the bird is the word then
Chirping on Twitter but won’t at me in person
Back it up got her reversing
To the grave to the hearse then
If you in last you ain’t first then