Lyrical Breakdown of Million Dollars Worth Of Game (Feat. 42 Dugg) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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Ton'
(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)
Yeah
Yeah
Bitch who?
Maybach truck and the coupe
Only time I'm going back and forth is for the juice
Feds still got me in court, shit crazy
Only time I let a bitch record is when I'm writin'
I'm famous but can't shit change me, nigga
A million dollars worth of game, these niggas
I sold green, sold white, sold lyrics
Courtside watching the Hawks play the Pistons
Okay, money on my nightstand, jewelry on my nightstand
Aftermarket extendo, I pray it don't jam
They say it's on sight, then I guess it's on sight then
First couple of shows, the FN was my hype man (fire)
Way before the PJ, I had a flight plan (plan)
The GOAT with me, shake his hand, that's my right hand
A hoe'll fuck yo' homeboy outta spite, man
We had so much lean in store run out of Sprite, and
Y'all don't get it (get it), A on my fitted (fitted)
Pussy niggas sayin' a bunch of shit they ain't livin' (livin')
Back on my pivot, kitchen water whippin' (whippin')
All these turkeys bags, they thought it was Thanksgiving
Don't make me pull out a million cash, I ain't trippin'
Long ass nose on the sticks, got it pimpin'
Let me see you shake it, one cheek at a time
Double shot with the lime, yeah, your body different
Bitch who?
Maybach truck and the coupe
Only time I'm going back and forth is for the juice
Feds still got me in court, shit crazy
Only time I let a bitch record is when I'm writin'
I'm famous but can't shit change me, nigga
A million dollars worth of game, these niggas
I sold green, sold white, sold lyrics
Courtside watching the Hawks play the Pistons
Still remember Chief, he was three doors down
I mean how? How you ain't last a year? Look at me now
The reason why that bag in town, I got bricks
No topside, everybody won't fit
Forever outside, they won't let a nigga in
Nigga, all my bitches gotta Benz, nigga
If I can't fuck, don't text me
You ain't gotta like but respect it
That FN still my weapon
Ayy, just step back, bitch, before I shoot
Walk a nigga down without tyin' my shit
Let him play crazy, he'll die in this bitch
4s over 5s, and 6s still over 9s
R.I.P. to Rob, now I'm trippin' for the gas
Rolls for the winter, then I'll prolly give it back
Still can't believe a nigga made it off of rap
Bitch who?
Maybach truck and the coupe
Only time I'm going back and forth is for the juice
Feds still got me in court, shit crazy
Only time I let a bitch record is when I'm writin'
I'm famous but can't shit change me, nigga
A million dollars worth of game, these niggas
I sold green, sold white, sold lyrics
Courtside watching the Hawks play the Pistons