Keep my day ones with me
Cup dirty keep it filthy
Shawty text me can she get it
But I've been way to busy
Fell in love with the 50s
Put the Hundreds in the ceiling
I swear to god I got that feeling

I just trying to get a Million (8x)

I'm just trying to get a a million
N*ggas tripping off of b*tches
they just trying to chase a dime
I'm just trying to chase a million
I'm just trying to catch a break
While n*ggas out here catching feelings
This for the n*ggas getting money thousandnaires trying to reach the first million
Swear to god I'm out my mind dressing looking like a n*gga made a million
Damn I love me some Rihanna I bet she f*ck me for a million
Million dollars all in ones I bet it stack up to the ceiling
My palms itching I can feel it
I swear to god I got that feeling

Verse 2

I'm just trying to get a million
New money not a day old
N*ggas shopping on Rodeo
Call that balling Oj Mayo
I'm just trying to get rich
In this b*txh to get rich
For them dead white boys overtime on that grave yard shift
N*ggas grew up having nothing
Why the f*ck you think we hustle
LA girls say I'm something, accent southern shhhhh but they love it
The whole city riding with me
Bombay is in my kidneys
My N*ggas smoking like some hippies
If it's about that money come and get me