BabyTron - Million Dollar Thoughts lyrics

[Intro] 242 Yeah sh*tting on 'em like a big, yeah, okay, huh sh*tting on 'em like a big baby, call me "Glenn Davis" Huh, sh*ttyBoyz [Verse] sh*tting on 'em like a big baby, call me "Glenn Davis" 'Wood after 'Wood in rotation got my head banging I'ma toss what I made today, I don't spend savings I'ma keep it one hundred, pocket full of Ben Franklins Certified sh*t talker, walk around and drip water Better push the gas on the block, brought 'em whip sparkers Mind on a milli', labels better have a big offer Bro deep in that water, would've thought a fish taught him You would've been drowned b*tch ain't know my songs back then but she hip now Woke up at six on thе dot and made six thou' Headshot what? You don't do sh*t but hit clouds What, you mad at the sky or somеthing? You ain't gotta post the addy, promise we gon' find the function Buffs with the frozen ice chunks got my sinus running Running up a check in SBs, catch me Nike stunting I'll probably catch you on the corner waiting on a bus Unkie got expensive habits, fourteen hundred on a cup But he fu*ked up, he spent his free pape on a s*ut Beating up the road currently, right now I'm on a run Shooting down south in a rental, the Waffle House for breakfast No cap, with Visas, I'll take the hottest route and press it Pull out that big Draky, bet he drop that lil' weapon With the real life mob, they nonstop with all the stepping Back to back in race cars, it's looking like the Piston Cup 7.62s like Kawhi Leonard, they'll rip him up I'ma wipe somebody sh*t clean, don't let me get a punch Brodie one up, sipping slow out a triple cup Swerving 'round tryna scale something, made the DIGI jump BAPE jacket hit for six, tell yo b*tch to zip me up If it ain't about no USD, don't even hit me up Times changed, tables turned, I got 'em sick that Jimmy up How the fu*k you grown as hell with lil' kid money? Can't relate, I'm young as hell, ten on a fit, dummy Can't relate to other rappers, you won't take this kit from me Don't get stomped out in some spikes, you see the kicks bloody Tryna wrestle? Chopstick slam him like it's Seth Rollins You ain't got it in the booth so move on to the next option Got a killer hanging out the sunroof tryna headshot 'em Pull up on yo b*tch like Young Money, left her bed rocking Where the fu*k the competition at? Heard dawg song, he should've called that sh*t the biggest cap Slam dunked on yo b*tch, made sure her rim detached Green, orange, and blue demons, looking like Aristocats Green, pink, and blue money, which roll you wanna see? BabyTron, I'm who yo lil' fu*king brother wanna be If she ain't throwing neck, guarantee I'ma wanna leave But I got a bad b*tch now, I don't wanna cheat I'll have my b*tch score for me like she Lisa Leslie Made me twenty so I sent her OT, I think she ready Let her take a pic in the chain, now she think she heavy Out in Cali, know some Salvadorans that bring the 'chetes [Outro] Huh, yeah, b*tch Real life, yeah, this real life Huh, it's real life Ayy, sh*ttyBoyz