Baby Money - That's a Million (Blank Checc) lyrics

Ayy, live how you wanna live
This shit ain't gon' never happen again
Niggas ain't doin' it like
These young niggas, man
Niggas hate that shit
3G, easy money, shit don't stop

Don't let this money change your ways
I been gettin' every day (Ah)
Even when they wasn't a hundred, nigga
I ain't never change (On my mama)
And I don't even rap, bitch
I'm just givin' y'all my pain
And it's 3G for life, so I put it on a chain
(Easy money, easy money)
Tryna fuck me for some fame
So I put her on the gang
What's your hood without the name?
What's respect without the pape'?
(That shit ain't nothin')
I ain't Captain Save-a-Ho


You don't see me wearin' capes
I usually fuck first day
You don't see me go on dates (Ah)
Tell me who you rockin' with
See you with the opposite
It's a hundred on the jewelry, bitch
You know I got the stick (Oh my God)
It's forever with my dog, bitch
You know I ride with pit's
Since you finally got your turn, boy
You better pop your shit
Ugly shot, but I hit 'em, oh, that Stojaković
(yeah) i could fuck her when I want, nigga
That is not your bitch (Chill out)
RIPs in the clip, nigga
That'll stop your whip
You keep talkin' 'bout your wrist, nigga
That is not your kit (Ayy)

It was a joke when I lost mine
Then I made 'em feel it (They act funny)
They was lame when they came around
Then I made 'em killers (yeah)
All my niggas up that shit
It ain't no competition (Talk your shit)
Ten niggas with a hundred, nigga
That's a million (That's a million?)
A thousand 'bows in two months, nigga
That's a building (Uh, huh)
Everybody up that shit, nigga
That's the realest (That's facts)
You see that black truck behind
Me? That's the killers (That's them killers)
We'll turn you boys to zombies
Ask them niggas (We'll get 'em gone)

I put thirty on my neck
I put a Rollie on my bitch too
(Oh, that's facts) , ayy
I put a Carti on my wrist too (Right now)
Fuck a pitbull
I just bought my bitch a Shih Tzu (Oh)
A hundred thousand every play
I make big moves (Oh my God)
I'm a Five-seveN stick toter
(What else?) , got your bitch open (Uh, huh)
Twenty on the set
This what you call a rich roller (Oh, Crip)
Two bitches dog fightin'
I went Michael Vick on her (Oh my God)
I wear Amiri to the ground
I don't rock no Rick Owens
(Oh, that facts 'fit)
You ask them hoes who runnin' the D, it's us
(It's me)
We ain't rockin' no plain janes, it's bust
Still, a nigga ain't gave me shit
Don't give a fuck (Ain't gave me nothin')
I see a million up in my future
Ain't givin' up (Oh, I need that)
I fell in love with makin' this cheese
Can't get enough
Some as these niggas make 'em some cheese
They get some buffs
Just to remind, we all came from the bottom
Let's live it up (We out the mid with it)
Got to the crib and I made
The bitch swallow, ain't wanna fuck
Easy money (Now get out, bitch)

It was a joke when I lost mine
Then I made 'em feel it (yeah)
They was lame when they came around
Then I made 'em killers (Aw, yeah)
All my niggas up that shit
It ain't no competition (Pop your shit)
Ten niggas with a hundred, nigga
That's a million (That's a million?)
A thousand 'bows in two months, nigga
That's a building (And they gone)
Everybody up that shit, nigga
That's the realest (Ask my mama)
You see that black truck behind
Me? That's the killers (They gon' kill you)
We'll turn you boys to zombies
Ask them niggas (Easy money)