DJ Mustard - Million lyrics

[Hook x2] Said I'm ridin' in that Porsche, mind on a million My girlfriend trippin', so f** how she feelin' Cause she don't wear no ring, so she don't mean sh** I got more money than her, so she don't mean sh** [Verse 1: YG] Said I'm ridin' in that Porsche, mind on a million My girlfriend trippin', so f** how she feelin' She think I'm worth a million so her panties get to peelin' I stop and get some condoms, so I won't have no children Legs up in the back seat, booty in the back seat The way a n***a ballin' you would think I was an athlete Mustard in that Benzo, I'm up in that Porsche, though Youse a bad b**h, why you actin' like a who*e, though? Lean by the quart load - 16 OZs Mind on a million, b**h, f** you call me? All my homies bangers, pistols ain't no strangers Pistols ain't no strangers, and pistols can't taint us Ratchets in the lobby, that's my type of party We buy or sell gangsters, my clique don't need nobody Rich n***as eat out, p**y n***as Mia f** it then I beast now, like peace out [Hook] [Verse 2: YG] I'm riding in that Porsche, mind on some money n***as act funny, start makin' money p**y make that label, all my n***as able Pull lil' bro and some k**ers on the payroll All my n***as a-holes, act like we don't give a f** I bet that shorty hit 'em up... I had to switch it up, now I live it up I live it Hollywood, we at my house thick as f** p**y don't do sh** for me, it's just a nut No h*mo, I can do that with my hand, b**h, what? b**h I think I'm 2Pac, b**h I think I'm 2Pac n***as talk that sh** 'til they get their a** popped Mamas wanna f** me, their daughters wanna f** me Thee b**hes think I'm ratchet and the n***as say I'm lucky More racks on, couple racks gone Double racks gone, that's 20 racks gone [Hook] [Bridge:] I be ridin', my n***as we be ridin' Our pistols do the fighting So you don't want no violence, no All my n***as on, Ciroc and Patron Havin' bad b**hes come up out they thongs One rack gone, double racks gone Couple racks gone, that's 20 racks gone [Hook]