(Ayy, 40, what that doin'?)
Yeah
Get your top peeled back, brrt

Do you really have what it takes to be a millionaire (millionaire)
My TT, she got sick on me, I told her she'll be fine (she fine)
I saw that cancer killin' TT, I saw TT dyin' (she dyin')
My TT wanted to see me, but my TT end up dyin' (she died)
Her husband, he was never supportive, he was mean all the time
That nigga pussy, he was mad every time the family came around
He beat my TT up every day, smacked her to the ground
I tried to shoot him one day, but my TT calm me down
My TT lost her youngest son before she lost her life (her life)
Her son got meek, her husband put 'em out, that shit wasn't right (wasn't right)
If you can think of a pussy nigga, he fit the description right (right)
I keep that dope in my lungs 'cause it keep my system right (right)
Rockin' the South Memphis, where niggas don't look up to they uncle
It's fuck my daddy, but you know I'm gon' raise hell by mama (yeah)
They gave us Obama, then Trump, so they gave us more drama (yeah)
I keep my Glock on me, it's tucked, so I called it my llama
Let's talk about how pussy niggas didn't wanna see me win (win)
I signed to God, ain't got my money but I didn't leave my friends (friends)
I told the Lord to forgive me for everythin', I repent (repent)
I killed so many niggas, I ain't lyin', niggas didn't kill my friends (friends)
To every nigga that did somethin' to me, I'ma get revenge (facts)
Keep a Glock on me, I'm cock homie before I walk in (blatt)
You not my homie if my homie say you can't get in (gratt)
Niggas buyin' all these foreign cars just to gossip, and

Truth be told, nigga
You a ho (you a ho)
You a ho (you a ho)
I'ma do it slow (do it slow)
So I can do some more, and
And some more (and some more)
And some more (and some more)
Gettin' money by the boatload, truth be told, nigga
You a ho (you a ho)
You a ho (you a ho)
I'ma do it slow (do it slow)
So I can do some more, and
And some more (and some more)
And some more (and some more)
Gettin' money by the boatload, truth be told, nigga

I love my cousin so much, put my son life on the line (line)
My cousin called my phone, he asked me did I have them pounds (pounds)
I told my cuz I got him later, I'm babysittin' right now (one seconds)
My cousin told me hurry up, he need them pounds right now (here I come)
I put on my clothes, I grab my keys, I grab my son, we leave
I usually take my time, but this cousin, so I speed (skrrt)
I told him meet me and my grandma house, he said meet me (where?)
I met my cousin at the gas station, it was OD (shit)
They pulled me out the car, put me on the ground, said, "You under arrest" (freeze)
I realized my cousin took advantage of me at my best
Them crackers almost took my son from me, they had me stressed
I did my time, I kept my mouth closed, I ain't tell shit (I ain't tell)
I put my life on the line for the set back in the day (day)
If you ain't my homie, you know you can't approach me 'bout no fade (on blood)
Keep my bologna right on me 'case my own homie play (hrrt)
My macaroni don't jam, ain't talkin' 'bout no K (gang-gang)
How you cannot compare me to Pac or or Christopher?
This shit I spit, you can't see my bars, they invisible
I'm livin' single, Mercedes Benzes, bought his and hers
I kick her out, I'm in someone house when I'm missin' her
Don't cut me down, don't be send me down when I'm in a rush (rush)
No need for speedin' in traffic when you gon' catch the bus (bus)
I grab my FN out my drawers and tell me all I trust (trust)
This Draco ain't gon' let me down and I put that on us (us)

Truth be told, nigga
You a ho (you a ho)
You a ho (you a ho)
I'ma do it slow (do it slow)
So I can do some more, and
And some more (and some more)
And some more (and some more)
Gettin' money by the boatload, truth be told, nigga
You a ho (you a ho)
You a ho (you a ho)
I'ma do it slow (do it slow)
So I can do some more, and
And some more (and some more)
And some more (and some more)
Gettin' money by the boatload, truth be told, nigga

Copyright: Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): Joseph Steele, Julien Anderson, Sammie Benson