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Million Dollar Man Video (MV)




Performed By: Jay Dot Wright
Length: 2:27
Written by: Joshua Wright




Jay Dot Wright - Million Dollar Man Lyrics




I'm a million dollar man OH I aint flexin for the Gram
NO I don't think they understand WHOA
Man this shit is God's Plan
UH what I told um
I'm a million dollar man OH I aint flexin for the Gram
NO I don't think they understand WHOA
Man this shit is God's Plan
UH what I told um

I don't think they understand, OH man I started from the slums
I'm talking where you eat everything, even the crumbs
I remember days where we ain't even have no funds
Had to hit a lick and I ain't even have a gun YUH
I don't do this shit for fun I got kids I gotta feed & I'm they number 1
I told momma I got her I am her only son
My producers must be stupid all my beats go dumb
If I gotta make a call, my bro gon bring the guns
My hearts broken I ain't tryna find no love
In my Off-Whites and I'm flyer than a dove
Diamonds dancing on my hand like Michael Jackson's glove
UH tell me who you love?
Ima pass you to my cuz, he gon f*ck I'm way up
I'm caked up like a bakery, and the top is where this music shit is taking me

I'm a million dollar man OH I aint flexin for the Gram
NO I don't think they understand WHOA
Man this shit is God's Plan
UH what I told um
I'm a million dollar man OH I aint flexin for the Gram
NO I don't think they understand WHOA
Man this shit is God's Plan
UH what I told um
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I'm a million dollar man OH I aint flexin for the Gram
NO I don't think they understand WHOA
Man this shit is God's Plan
UH what I told um
I'm a million dollar man OH I aint flexin for the Gram
NO I don't think they understand WHOA
Man this shit is God's Plan
UH what I told um

I don't think they understand, OH man I started from the slums
I'm talking where you eat everything, even the crumbs
I remember days where we ain't even have no funds
Had to hit a lick and I ain't even have a gun YUH
I don't do this shit for fun I got kids I gotta feed & I'm they number 1
I told momma I got her I am her only son
My producers must be stupid all my beats go dumb
If I gotta make a call, my bro gon bring the guns
My hearts broken I ain't tryna find no love
In my Off-Whites and I'm flyer than a dove
Diamonds dancing on my hand like Michael Jackson's glove
UH tell me who you love?
Ima pass you to my cuz, he gon f*ck I'm way up
I'm caked up like a bakery, and the top is where this music shit is taking me

I'm a million dollar man OH I aint flexin for the Gram
NO I don't think they understand WHOA
Man this shit is God's Plan
UH what I told um
I'm a million dollar man OH I aint flexin for the Gram
NO I don't think they understand WHOA
Man this shit is God's Plan
UH what I told um
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Writer: Joshua Wright
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