CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Million Dollar Thoughts
Yeah
sh*tting on 'em like a big, yeah, okay, huh
sh*tting on 'em like a big baby, call me "Glenn Davis"
Huh, sh*ttyBoyz
sh*tting on 'em like a big baby, call me "Glenn Davis"
'Wood after 'Wood in rotation got my head banging
I'ma toss what I made today, I don't spend savings
I'ma keep it one hundred, pocket full of Ben Franklins
Certified sh*t talker, walk around and drip water
Better push the gas on the block, brought 'em whip sparkers
Mind on a milli', labels better have a big offer
Bro deep in that water, would've thought a fish taught him
You would've been drowned
b*t*h ain't know my songs back then but she hip now
Woke up at six on thе dot and made six thou'
Headshot what? You don't do sh*t but hit clouds
What you mad at the sky or somеthing?
You ain't gotta post the addy, promise we gon' find the function
Buffs with the frozen ice chunks got my sinus running
Running up a check in SBs, catch me Nike stunting
I'll probably catch you on the corner waiting on a bus
Unkie got expensive habits, fourteen hundred on a cup
But he f**ked up, he spent his free pape on a sl*t
Beating up the road currently, right now I'm on a run
Shooting down south in a rental, the Waffle House for breakfast
No cap, with Visas, I'll take the hottest route and press it
Pull out that big Draky, bet he drop that lil' weapon
With the real life mob, they nonstop with all the stepping
Back to back in race cars, it's looking like the Piston Cup
7.62s like [?] they'll rip him up
I'ma wipe somebody sh*t clean, don't let me get a punch
Brodie one up, sipping slow out a triple cup
Swerving 'round tryna scale something, made the DIGI jump
BAPE jacket hit for six, tell yo b*t*h to zip me up
If he ain't about no USD, don't even hit me up
Times changed, tables turned, I got 'em sick that Jimmy up
How the f**k you grown as hell with lil' kid money?
Can't relate, I'm young as hell, ten on a fit, dummy
Can't relate to other rappers, you won't take this kit from me
Don't get stomped out in some spikes, you see the kicks bloody
Tryna wrestle? Chopstick slam him like it's Seth Rollins
You ain't got it in the booth so move on to the next option
Got a killer hanging out the sunroof tryna headshot 'em
Pull up on yo b*t*h like Young Money, left her bed rocking
Where the f**k the competition at?
Heard dawg song, he should've called that sh*t the biggest cap
Slam dunked on yo b*t*h, made sure her rim detached
Green, orange, and blue demons, looking like Aristocats
Green, pink, and blue money, which roll you wanna see?
BabyTron, I'm who yo lil' f**king brother wanna be
If she ain't throwing neck, guarantee I'ma wanna leave
But I got a bad b*t*h now, I don't wanna cheat
I'll have my b*t*h score for me like she Lisa Leslie
Made me twenty so I sent her OT, I think she ready
Let her take a pic in the chain, now she think she heavy
Out in Cali, know some Salvadorans that bring the 'chetes
Huh, yeah, b*t*h
Real life, yeah, this real life
Huh, it's real life
Ayy, sh*ttyBoyz
sh*tting on 'em like a big, yeah, okay, huh
sh*tting on 'em like a big baby, call me "Glenn Davis"
Huh, sh*ttyBoyz
sh*tting on 'em like a big baby, call me "Glenn Davis"
'Wood after 'Wood in rotation got my head banging
I'ma toss what I made today, I don't spend savings
I'ma keep it one hundred, pocket full of Ben Franklins
Certified sh*t talker, walk around and drip water
Better push the gas on the block, brought 'em whip sparkers
Mind on a milli', labels better have a big offer
Bro deep in that water, would've thought a fish taught him
You would've been drowned
b*t*h ain't know my songs back then but she hip now
Woke up at six on thе dot and made six thou'
Headshot what? You don't do sh*t but hit clouds
What you mad at the sky or somеthing?
You ain't gotta post the addy, promise we gon' find the function
Buffs with the frozen ice chunks got my sinus running
Running up a check in SBs, catch me Nike stunting
I'll probably catch you on the corner waiting on a bus
Unkie got expensive habits, fourteen hundred on a cup
But he f**ked up, he spent his free pape on a sl*t
Beating up the road currently, right now I'm on a run
Shooting down south in a rental, the Waffle House for breakfast
No cap, with Visas, I'll take the hottest route and press it
Pull out that big Draky, bet he drop that lil' weapon
With the real life mob, they nonstop with all the stepping
Back to back in race cars, it's looking like the Piston Cup
7.62s like [?] they'll rip him up
I'ma wipe somebody sh*t clean, don't let me get a punch
Brodie one up, sipping slow out a triple cup
Swerving 'round tryna scale something, made the DIGI jump
BAPE jacket hit for six, tell yo b*t*h to zip me up
If he ain't about no USD, don't even hit me up
Times changed, tables turned, I got 'em sick that Jimmy up
How the f**k you grown as hell with lil' kid money?
Can't relate, I'm young as hell, ten on a fit, dummy
Can't relate to other rappers, you won't take this kit from me
Don't get stomped out in some spikes, you see the kicks bloody
Tryna wrestle? Chopstick slam him like it's Seth Rollins
You ain't got it in the booth so move on to the next option
Got a killer hanging out the sunroof tryna headshot 'em
Pull up on yo b*t*h like Young Money, left her bed rocking
Where the f**k the competition at?
Heard dawg song, he should've called that sh*t the biggest cap
Slam dunked on yo b*t*h, made sure her rim detached
Green, orange, and blue demons, looking like Aristocats
Green, pink, and blue money, which roll you wanna see?
BabyTron, I'm who yo lil' f**king brother wanna be
If she ain't throwing neck, guarantee I'ma wanna leave
But I got a bad b*t*h now, I don't wanna cheat
I'll have my b*t*h score for me like she Lisa Leslie
Made me twenty so I sent her OT, I think she ready
Let her take a pic in the chain, now she think she heavy
Out in Cali, know some Salvadorans that bring the 'chetes
Huh, yeah, b*t*h
Real life, yeah, this real life
Huh, it's real life
Ayy, sh*ttyBoyz
