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Letra : Million Dollar Play
I just told Mean, "Yeah, we gon' be straight"
He saw me make a million off one damn play
I let him keep that money (Zaytoven) 'cause I know he keep it safe (Buddah Bless this beat)
They ain't goin' runnin' out safe (Bop), we gon' put it right in they face (Let's go)
Yeah, shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Bop)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Yeah)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Bow)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Yeah)
FN's, Glocks and Dracos, no, we ain't got no Rugers tucked (Yeah)
I don't even play with these n***as when I'm sober
So I'm on f**k sh*t when I'm bootin' up (Booted up)
I'm stiff in the club, can't loosen up
Let my Glock in, motherf**ker, got tool tucked
My n***as shoot sh*t, my n***as too cut
I'm in the cut gettin' sucked by two sl*ts
Pay for the hit, kill your favorite shooter
Then go on vacation, that's the power of the mula
Elliot diamonds all on the cougar
I still owe Elliot a little mula
You don't know Elliot? b*t*h, that's my jeweler
Elliante, Fante, diamond cooler (Let's go)
I got a lot whole lot of bands in my pants, they from France
My girl from Chicago, she said she don't like rappers
I told her, "Give me a chance"
This is a Range Rover, this not a Lamb'
Usin' a money counter, um, again
I cannot count it up right with my hands
You know my gun, it came with hundred round
Yeah, and the inside, it came with a fan
Yeah (Brr), yeah (Brr)
Here I go again (Brr, hello)
If you try me, we gon' have to hit your man
He saw me make a million off one damn play
I let him keep that money (Zaytoven) 'cause I know he keep it safe (Buddah Bless this beat)
They ain't goin' runnin' out safe (Bop), we gon' put it right in they face (Let's go)
Yeah, shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Bop)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Yeah)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Bow)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Yeah)
FN's, Glocks and Dracos, no, we ain't got no Rugers tucked (Yeah)
I don't even play with these n***as when I'm sober
So I'm on f**k sh*t when I'm bootin' up (Booted up)
I'm stiff in the club, can't loosen up
Let my Glock in, motherf**ker, got tool tucked
My n***as shoot sh*t, my n***as too cut
I'm in the cut gettin' sucked by two sl*ts
Pay for the hit, kill your favorite shooter
Then go on vacation, that's the power of the mula
Elliot diamonds all on the cougar
I still owe Elliot a little mula
You don't know Elliot? b*t*h, that's my jeweler
Elliante, Fante, diamond cooler (Let's go)
I got a lot whole lot of bands in my pants, they from France
My girl from Chicago, she said she don't like rappers
I told her, "Give me a chance"
This is a Range Rover, this not a Lamb'
Usin' a money counter, um, again
I cannot count it up right with my hands
You know my gun, it came with hundred round
Yeah, and the inside, it came with a fan
Yeah (Brr), yeah (Brr)
Here I go again (Brr, hello)
If you try me, we gon' have to hit your man
