I wanna make a million bucks
I wanna make a million bucks
Cuz this life I'm gonna live it up
And yall can't tell me shit
Yall can't tell me shit
Yall can't tell me shit
Cuz this life I'm gonna live it up
Yall can't tell me shit
You can't tell me nothing
Im on the post Tryna sell these stuffings
I got the flow I could sell three dozen
Know I got to go but them sales keep coming
Put the quiver to foes they felt me gunning
Haters tried to walk but they felt me running
Now they wanna roll cause they heard he's stunting he's fronting
Now haters gotta tell me something
Huh
I used to run the day
Tryna up my pay
And now the chickens cluck cluck cuz they love my ways
I tell a nigga buck buck let a couple stray
We could knuckle up we could double up cuz I'm f*cking paid
You see the king about to floss right
And you crazy if you thinking I ain't the boss type
I get paid then get laid I live the boss life
Im spending money baby I could do this all night
I wanna make a million bucks
I wanna make a million bucks
Cuz this life I'm gonna live it up
And yall can't tell me shit
Yall can't tell me shit
Yall can't tell me shit
Cuz this life I'm gonna live it up
Yall can't tell me shit
You can't tell me tell me that I ain't golden
Tell me this ain't the life that I'm gonna live I ain't chosen
Could never say I ain't holding
Could never say I ain't flowing
Could always say I'm official I get the mic and I goes in
I keep it grinding like a car that got no rims
See me in that two tone lex with the gold trim
Promise to my mama I'll get it right for them commas
I'll leave the drama
Be a grown man like Obama
You see I'm the kinda
Dope rhymer that skip the llamas hit you niggas with them dope liners
My aims to reach the top of the globe be
Keep on stacking the cheddar while sitting back as I blow weed
I'm low key O.T with my OG's
Can I proceed they say yes indeed
Ill always come and hit you with fire
Keep on hearing me spit till the people calling me sire
I wanna make a million bucks
I wanna make a million bucks
Cuz this life I'm gonna live it up
And yall can't tell me shit
Yall can't tell me shit
Yall can't tell me shit
Cuz this life I'm gonna live it up
Yall can't tell me shit
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I wanna make a million bucks
I wanna make a million bucks
Cuz this life I'm gonna live it up
And yall can't tell me shit
Yall can't tell me shit
Yall can't tell me shit
Cuz this life I'm gonna live it up
Yall can't tell me shit
You can't tell me nothing
Im on the post Tryna sell these stuffings
I got the flow I could sell three dozen
Know I got to go but them sales keep coming
Put the quiver to foes they felt me gunning
Haters tried to walk but they felt me running
Now they wanna roll cause they heard he's stunting he's fronting
Now haters gotta tell me something
Huh
I used to run the day
Tryna up my pay
And now the chickens cluck cluck cuz they love my ways
I tell a nigga buck buck let a couple stray
We could knuckle up we could double up cuz I'm f*cking paid
You see the king about to floss right
And you crazy if you thinking I ain't the boss type
I get paid then get laid I live the boss life
Im spending money baby I could do this all night
I wanna make a million bucks
I wanna make a million bucks
Cuz this life I'm gonna live it up
And yall can't tell me shit
Yall can't tell me shit
Yall can't tell me shit
Cuz this life I'm gonna live it up
Yall can't tell me shit
You can't tell me tell me that I ain't golden
Tell me this ain't the life that I'm gonna live I ain't chosen
Could never say I ain't holding
Could never say I ain't flowing
Could always say I'm official I get the mic and I goes in
I keep it grinding like a car that got no rims
See me in that two tone lex with the gold trim
Promise to my mama I'll get it right for them commas
I'll leave the drama
Be a grown man like Obama
You see I'm the kinda
Dope rhymer that skip the llamas hit you niggas with them dope liners
My aims to reach the top of the globe be
Keep on stacking the cheddar while sitting back as I blow weed
I'm low key O.T with my OG's
Can I proceed they say yes indeed
Ill always come and hit you with fire
Keep on hearing me spit till the people calling me sire
I wanna make a million bucks
I wanna make a million bucks
Cuz this life I'm gonna live it up
And yall can't tell me shit
Yall can't tell me shit
Yall can't tell me shit
Cuz this life I'm gonna live it up
Yall can't tell me shit
I wanna make a million bucks
Cuz this life I'm gonna live it up
And yall can't tell me shit
Yall can't tell me shit
Yall can't tell me shit
Cuz this life I'm gonna live it up
Yall can't tell me shit
You can't tell me nothing
Im on the post Tryna sell these stuffings
I got the flow I could sell three dozen
Know I got to go but them sales keep coming
Put the quiver to foes they felt me gunning
Haters tried to walk but they felt me running
Now they wanna roll cause they heard he's stunting he's fronting
Now haters gotta tell me something
Huh
I used to run the day
Tryna up my pay
And now the chickens cluck cluck cuz they love my ways
I tell a nigga buck buck let a couple stray
We could knuckle up we could double up cuz I'm f*cking paid
You see the king about to floss right
And you crazy if you thinking I ain't the boss type
I get paid then get laid I live the boss life
Im spending money baby I could do this all night
I wanna make a million bucks
I wanna make a million bucks
Cuz this life I'm gonna live it up
And yall can't tell me shit
Yall can't tell me shit
Yall can't tell me shit
Cuz this life I'm gonna live it up
Yall can't tell me shit
You can't tell me tell me that I ain't golden
Tell me this ain't the life that I'm gonna live I ain't chosen
Could never say I ain't holding
Could never say I ain't flowing
Could always say I'm official I get the mic and I goes in
I keep it grinding like a car that got no rims
See me in that two tone lex with the gold trim
Promise to my mama I'll get it right for them commas
I'll leave the drama
Be a grown man like Obama
You see I'm the kinda
Dope rhymer that skip the llamas hit you niggas with them dope liners
My aims to reach the top of the globe be
Keep on stacking the cheddar while sitting back as I blow weed
I'm low key O.T with my OG's
Can I proceed they say yes indeed
Ill always come and hit you with fire
Keep on hearing me spit till the people calling me sire
I wanna make a million bucks
I wanna make a million bucks
Cuz this life I'm gonna live it up
And yall can't tell me shit
Yall can't tell me shit
Yall can't tell me shit
Cuz this life I'm gonna live it up
Yall can't tell me shit
Writer: Basil Osabu
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