YG - Million lyrics
[YG - Million lyrics]
Said I'm ridin' in that Porsche
Mind on a million my girlfriend trippin'
So fuck how she feelin'
Cause she don't pay no rent
So she don't mean shit
I got more money than her
So she don't mean shit
Said I'm ridin' in that Porsche
Mind on a million my girlfriend trippin'
So fuck 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 nigga ballin' you would
Think I was an athlete
Mustard in that Benzo, I'm
Up in that Porsche, though
Youse a bad bitch, why you
Actin' like a whore, though?
Lean by the quart load - 16 OZs
Mind on a million, bitch, fuck 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 niggas eat out, pussy niggas Mia
Fuck it then I beast now, like peace out
I'm riding in that Porsche
Mind on some money
Niggas act funny, start makin' money
Pussy make that label, all my niggas able
Put lil' bro and some killers on the payroll
All my niggas a-holes
Act like we don't give a fuck
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 fuck
Pussy don't do shit for me, it's just a nut
No homo, I can do that with my hand, bitch
What? Bitch I think I'm 2Pac
Bitch I think I'm 2Pac
Niggas talk that shit 'til they
Get their ass popped mamas wanna fuck me
Their daughters wanna fuck me
Thee bitches think I'm ratchet and
The niggas say I'm lucky
More racks on, couple racks gone
Double racks gone, that's 20 racks gone
I be ridin', my niggas we be ridin'
Our pistols do the fighting
So you don’t want no violence, no
All my niggas on, Ciroc and Patron
Havin' bad bitches come up out they thongs
One rack gone, double racks gone
Couple racks gone, that's 20 racks gone
Mind on a million my girlfriend trippin'
So fuck how she feelin'
Cause she don't pay no rent
So she don't mean shit
I got more money than her
So she don't mean shit
Said I'm ridin' in that Porsche
Mind on a million my girlfriend trippin'
So fuck 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 nigga ballin' you would
Think I was an athlete
Mustard in that Benzo, I'm
Up in that Porsche, though
Youse a bad bitch, why you
Actin' like a whore, though?
Lean by the quart load - 16 OZs
Mind on a million, bitch, fuck 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 niggas eat out, pussy niggas Mia
Fuck it then I beast now, like peace out
I'm riding in that Porsche
Mind on some money
Niggas act funny, start makin' money
Pussy make that label, all my niggas able
Put lil' bro and some killers on the payroll
All my niggas a-holes
Act like we don't give a fuck
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 fuck
Pussy don't do shit for me, it's just a nut
No homo, I can do that with my hand, bitch
What? Bitch I think I'm 2Pac
Bitch I think I'm 2Pac
Niggas talk that shit 'til they
Get their ass popped mamas wanna fuck me
Their daughters wanna fuck me
Thee bitches think I'm ratchet and
The niggas say I'm lucky
More racks on, couple racks gone
Double racks gone, that's 20 racks gone
I be ridin', my niggas we be ridin'
Our pistols do the fighting
So you don’t want no violence, no
All my niggas on, Ciroc and Patron
Havin' bad bitches come up out they thongs
One rack gone, double racks gone
Couple racks gone, that's 20 racks gone