Elmer Abapo - Million Dollar House lyrics

All I wants a million dollar house Roll up to the front yard in a f**in black car All I wants a million dollar house Drive up to the front door in a f**in golf cart All I gots a million dream Been thinking bout the money ever since I was a youngin, baby All I gots a million dollar team Squad full of hungry mouthaf**as Tryna run it like Tell me what you really want in life For real, the sh** you been puttin off forever Man The type of sh** you dream up every night I feel, like I could never settle for whatever So I'm drivin in a whip that's a few years old Through a million dollar neighborhood to fill my soul With potential for the morning to fulfill my goal To manifest into a dream that'll k** all those Standing in my way, competition, I love em Cuz what's the point to conquer a city that's full of nothin I love it when you claim you got the star qualities, my apologies rappers like you come dime a dozen You not in the discussion, like a yes man You sleepin on me? You can take a rest man Just put the paper on me like a desk fam I'm holding all the rings, I'm the best man I'm the best man People told me, don't you dare stand out, don't you dare stand out But really I just knows it's Cuz you muthaf**as can't stand out. Oh you can't stand out? It's funny cuz, I'm the muthaf**a that you can't stand now, That you can't stand now Defeating all the haters so you muthaf**as can't stand now, boy you can't stand now? Hold up Wi de type of muthaf**a afta everi dollar Wi no really give a fuk about nutten Money and de riches mi want all of fi mi wishes Me Nuh taaking to you, only fah da one ting Where Dey At? Where Dey At? Where Dey At? Where Dey At? Where Dey At? Where Dey At? All I wants a million dollar house Roll up to the front yard in a f**in black car All I wants a million dollar house Drive up to the front door in a f**in golf cart All I gots a million dream Been thinking bout the money ever since I was a youngin, baby All I gots a million dollar team Squad full of hungry mouthaf**as Tryna run it like I'm tired of living for a paycheck A millionaire mentality will change that I know it's meant for me, I know it's meant to be, and not fulfilling out my destiny Man I don't wanna face that I know it's yours too You just gotta magnetize the money towards you To live a life of stress and poverty, and never properly support a family, see you cannot afford to What's a 9-5? Yo it's a trap It's a rat race, keepin you in last place But if you gettin money, you just gotta Tell Em that Wi de type of muthaf**a afta everi dollar Wi no really give a fuk about nutten Money and de riches mi want all of fi mi wishes Me Nuh taaking to you, only fah da one ting Where Dey At? Where Dey At? Where Dey At? Where Dey At? Where Dey At? Where Dey At?