(Intro)
"Made A Million,Yeah
Made A Million....Yeah
(Hook)
I Feel Like i Just Made A Million (hey), I got Bands On The Floor
Couple Birds Make A k**ing(Yeah)
Couple Friends but Im Low (Yeah)
Im getting paind With My N***az (Hey)
Only Worried Bout The Paper
I Make A Call To My Hitter (Yeah)
He Hit The Swerve On A Hater
I Feel Like I Just Made A
(Racked up Stacked Up)
N***a Made a Million
(Racked up Stacked Up)
N***a Made a Million
(Racked up Stacked Up)
N***a Made a Million
I got Bands On The Floor , Couple Birds Make A k**ing
(Verse)
" Yeah, Ok now Million I Feel Like I Just made a million
I remember being broke and thought
Id never see this feeling
Now im racked up and
Them dollars piling all up to the ceiling
I got bars like a felon
Counting money like im dealing (hold Up)
Lungs filled with that purp
Wings all on my shirt
And i ball hard with this overtime N***a all we know is this work
You know i broke out the bank with a Mil in the hand
20 bags in the truck then we fillin the van
If my N***az is up then we getting them bucks
Put the work on the table we k**ing the plan (look)
I see them N***az hatin
They a fan tho down south got
Em workin out the bando
See what im talkin bout
Is nothing you can handle
That oval office with
A boss its a scandal
Im talking green for that product
You know im a connoisseur
I get different kinda B***hes
Been on different Kinda Tours
Never front on other N***az Real N***a to the core
And we be countin this paper up
N***a im just doubting yours
(Hook)
I Feel Like i Just Made A Million (hey), I got Bands On The Floor
Couple Birds Make A k**ing(Yeah)
Couple Friends but Im Low (Yeah)
Im getting paind With My N***az (Hey)
Only Worried Bout The Paper
I Make A Call To My Hitter (Yeah)
He Hit The Swerve On A Hater
I Feel Like I Just Made A
(Racked up Stacked Up)
N***a Made a Million
(Racked up Stacked Up)
N***a Made a Million
(Racked up Stacked Up)
N***a Made a Million
I got Bands On The Floor , Couple Birds Make A k**ing
(Verse 2)
We gettin it fast but counting it slow
Make a couple deposits account and i go
If ya shawty is down
Put her j**ls on the crown
Ain't no playing around
I be mounting a h*e
All my n***as we playing for keeps
Got a couple of friends that i see
And the rest of you ni***s
Just got it confused
You putting ya hand out for gz
Ok young ni***s we back on our grind
Team on the line
We flippin them quarters and dimes
My hitters is ready for war
Lets even the score
Im bringing it right to your door
Dont worry bout nothing im good
Get that understood
Chill with og's in the hood
With the power to get it
And cut it and deal it
And split it just how we should
(Hook)