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Million dollar dreams tryin to turn em to reality
Ain't no fake up in me so you'll never get it out of me
Tryin to have at least seven zeroes in my salary
My team ride hard and I ain't talkin where the saddle be
Double M my clique I salute it till the casket drop
Only to a real, silicones tend to act a lot
Never face to face they be talkin to my back a lot
Cuz they know I'll crack their egg like it's Easter and the basket drop
Oh yeah bitch I'm nasty hot, like to keep my cash in knots
Drippin in the caramel bitch like I'm Baskin Robbins
Meet her in that Chevy oh yea mayn boy I smash a lot
Catch me in that Chevy gettin brain I'm in class a lot
Let's go to the mall buy some shit you know imma ball you can't be fresh if what you wear is what your momma bought
You don't want war I will murder like the Holocaust, if think you do just call me you know the drama brought
Bitch I run with G's, and I ain't talkin bout the Packers, you get dealt with by me I bet the sirens comin after
No I ain't never killed nobody no sir I am not an actor, but to receive that cash I'm crackin backs, chiropracter, Famme, if you sleepy better wake up, Millionaire Militia bitch