2 Chainz, 42 Dugg - Million Dollars Worth of Game lyrics

Toni
And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it
Yeah, yeah

Bitch, who? Maybach truck and the coupe
Only time I'm goin' back and
Forth is for the juice
Feds still got me in court, shit crazy
Only time I let a bitch
Record when I'm writin'
And 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 watchin' the Hawks play the Pistons

Okay, money on my nightstand
Jewelry on my nightstand
After market 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 ho'll fuck your homeboy out of spite, man
We had so much lean
The store went out of Sprite and
Y'all don't 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 turkey bags
They thought it was Thanksgiving (Damn)
Don't make me pull out a million cash
I ain't trippin' (Trippin')
Long-ass nose on the stick, Scottie Pippen
(Fire)
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 goin' back and
Forth is for the juice
Feds still got me in court, shit crazy
Only time I let a bitch
Record when I'm writin'
And 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 watchin' 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 top, sad
Everybody won't fit
Forever I'll sag, they don't let a nigga in
Nigga all my bitches got a Benz, nigga
If I can't fuck, don't text me
You ain't gotta like it 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
Fours over fives, and sixes still over nines
RIP 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 goin' back and
Forth is for the juice
Feds still got me in court, shit crazy
Only time I let a bitch
Record when I'm writin'
And 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 watchin' the Hawks play the Pistons