feelin this Get up, raise the glass to this Everybody roll and just *puff* to this Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up [Verse 1] This is for them
my first meal, And at that same kitchen table seen my first mil, In that same backroom I seen my first half, And in that same backroom opened my worst half, A
ridiculous Five star dishes, different exotic fishes Man, this shit is fucking ridiculous Fucking ridiculous Success is what you make it, take it how it come A half a mil' in twenties like a
a bus nigga mill stack (yeah) So she love me So I fuck her right From the floor, no ceilings What a hella sight Harley Davis is a nigga bike Eleven-hundred
where the pill man at? He need a blue dolphin Old broke ass nigga stop cock blockin' Security, I need help 'cause the bitch stalkin' A half fuckin' mil
', love to spark the place Half the niggas in the squad got a scar on they face It's a cold world and this is ice Half a mil' for the charm, nigga this
swimmin' through the joint, I put the funk on hold 'Cause if you don't, you'll see the bubbles come up We run up a tab and gladly add a little extra
the piff and the blow up I'm a kill the block and then, leave when it slow up Get your mind popped off, before a sign that you throw up I just wanna
dare any nigga try and come test us, You a mothafuckin act dog, A A.C.T. that's why niggas try and test ya, A dub how the hell we gonna make a mil, Pay
I gotta get me a girl, I gotta get me a girl Nikki, Tasha, Kiki, and Laverne and Cheryl I gotta get me a girl, I gotta get me a girl Now I done been
Lose the ice, 100 mil kid, money, money, money, mo Platinum status, yeah, what up, what up? Stick around Yo, I plan to live a life a-glamour like my
shit about a bitch I'll retire ten times and I'll still be here My old records sell about a half a mil' a year I say "Bitch get naked" so pimpishly Spit
mastered by a few I take a half a million tapes, sell 'em straight to you All that shit niggas talking, just cant be real I don't need a record deal,
down in the presence of players and kiss the karats A wrist full of baggage for all the maggots Back up and get embarrassed, bitch, get off my carriage
happens Kids clappin' love to spark the place Half the on the Squad got a scar on they face It's a cold world, and this is ice half a mil' for the charm
up Them bricks I send 'em up My raps y'all bit 'em up For that now stick 'em up Ten Four good buddy Tone got is money up Worth millions still back your
