scrotum It's Theodore, our chips' all in, you can't hold 'em Cuz the Pips be stinky like Pepi LePew And my style's so sick, son, they call it the flu
for you last You know comin' mad (I'm so hood) More money, more mayhem You yayo and millions I made em' My may block is mine, my city is mine (I'm so
n-ggas to shop Pandemonium, causing pandemonium half a million for the same car we rolling in Pandemonium, pandemonium we the number 1 n-ggas your bitch notice it Million
Pandemonium, causing pandemonium half a million for the same car we rolling in Pandemonium, pandemonium we the number 1 n-ggas your bitch notice it [Meek Mill - Verse 2] Million
Another small town cat with a million dollar fetish Learned my first lesson in jail from a peasant Always seem pleasant, happy to be present Said he past
I'll never stop I don't give a fuck If it's me against a million billion of y'all, mother fuckers I will never stop I bust six out the roof of my Bentley
Vaton seats Buyin' out the bar at the rooftop I had a few spots, one called the jukebox Where I was gettin' like 50 a brick 2 or 3 bricks a day, makin' mothafuckas sick
face Give me the mic and I'ma mangle it, tangle it Definitely the people see that I got the hang of it Pig you gotta try to make a mockery of a city
Wicked, wicked now it's on I murder your whole city Nigga like frank nitty's hideous insidious Niggas betta give me respect when I flex Comin' tech flows
[JR Writer] i still be where the weed flip, and the peas with the trees lit so much water in the order, its just leaving them sea sick but its me
Your digits ain't rising fam, it's like you're lactose and tolerant We got fridges for the Taliban load attire man Betta keep ya set up million dolla
Gorde Pop my collar with none other than Earl-40 Square off on a square like it's high noon 'cause I'm a tycoon If you fuck with Sick Wid it, y'all niggaz
just one on one Fools throwin' thangs to the end, back then it was fun No gunshots, no need to hit the floor but after school The whole city lookin'
We should send all these Devils back to Hell You small as to die in my sentence, I speak with vengeance Snatch up 17 million plus 2 million Indians Your
recluse Gave me a million dreams, stripped me of everything Sick to my guts, I'm yours eternally Her and me, makin' out on the toilet seat Blistered, together on the city
long Yeah I feel like I'm worth a million bucks Yeah, I'm countin' 100's Yeah-ah-ah Got that corporate Swag And my cash long But in the streets I could make a million
