Million - YG

[Hook:]
Said I'm ridin' in that Porsche, mind on a million
My girlfriend trippin', so f_ck how she feelin'
'Cause she don't wear no ring, so she don't mean sh_t
I got more money than her, so she don't mean sh_t
Said I'm ridin' in that Porsche, mind on a million
My girlfriend trippin', so f_ck how she feelin'
'Cause she don't wear no ring, so she don't mean sh_t
I got more money than her, so she don't mean sh_t

[Verse 1:]
Said I'm ridin' in that Porsche, mind on a million
My girlfriend trippin', so f_ck how she feelin'
She think I'm worth a million so her panties get to peelin'
I stop and get some condoms, so I won't have no children
Legs up in the back seat, booty in the back seat
The way a n_gga ballin' you would think I was an athlete
Mustard in that Benzo, I'm up in that Porsche, though
Youse a bad b_tch, why you actin' like a whore, though?
Lean by the quart load - 16 OZs
Mind on a million, b_tch, f_ck you call me?
All my homies bangers, pistols ain't no strangers
Pistols ain't no strangers, and pistols can't taint us
Ratchets in the lobby, that's my type of party
We buy or sell gangsters, my clique don't need nobody
Rich n_ggas eat out, p_ssy n_ggas Mia
F_ck it then I beast now, like peace out

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I'm riding in that Porsche, mind on some money
N_ggas act funny, start makin' money
P_ssy make that label, all my n_ggas able
Pull lil' bro and some killers on the payroll
All my n_ggas a-holes, act like we don't give a f_ck
I bet that shorty hit 'em up...
I had to switch it up, now I live it up
I live it Hollywood, we at my house thick as f_ck
P_ssy don't do sh_t for me, it's just a nut
No homo, I can do that with my hand, b_tch, what?
B_tch I think I'm Tupac, b_tch I think I'm Tupac
N_ggas talk that sh_t 'til they get their ass popped
Mamas wanna f_ck me, their daughters wanna f_ck me
Thee b_tches think I'm ratchet and the n_ggas say I'm lucky
More racks on, couple racks gone
Double racks gone, that's 20 racks gone

[Hook]

[Bridge:]
I be ridin'
My n_ggas we be ridin'
Our pitchers do the fighting
So you don't wanna rise, no
Our money gets on
Ciroc and Patron
Havin' bad b_tches come up out they thongs
One rack gone, double racks gone
Couple racks gone, that's 20 racks gone

[Hook]

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