Pop Smoke - Bout a Million lyrics

[Chorus: Pop Smoke] The cheapest ring on my body cost a hundred (Yeah) I got 'bout a million worth in jewels Look, I made a quarter up in London (Yeah) Then I bought twenty chops for the hood [Verse 1: Pop Smoke] Look, run down (Run down), tag 'em (Tag 'em) I give 'em twenty if he catch 'em (Catch 'em) .44 (.44), blast him (Blast him) Hit 'em up, then I'm dashin' (Baow) I'm poppin' (Poppin'), I'm flashy (Flashy) The b*tches love me 'cause I'm catchy (Catchy) Bad b*tch (Bad b*tch), sassy (Sassy) She got that fire like a dragon (Dragon) Look, big body, Wagon (Huh) I remember I ain't have it (Huh) Twenty-one, I'm a savage (I'm a savage) I got twenty-one in the carats (Carats) Throwin' bullets (Bullets) Throwin' bullets like I'm Madden Leave that ni**a in a casket [Chorus: Pop Smoke, 42 Dugg, Both] The cheapest ring on my body cost a hundred (Yeah) I got 'bout a million worth in jewels Look, I made a quarter up in London (Yeah) Then I bought twenty chops for the hood The cheapest ring on my body cost a hundred (Yeah) I got 'bout a million worth in jewels Look, I made a quarter up in London (Yeah) Then I bought twenty chops for the hood For all my ni**as, for all my ni**as, baow [Verse 2: 42 Dugg] b*tch, blitz, Crips, fast, drop, rest the blocks We still steppin', we still stretch sh*t What's on me? A FN, a FN, a F&N Took my b*tch up out the Taurus, put her in a Benz That b*tch there ain't worth a quarter, I fu*k with tens Right after she said, "I couldn't", I fu*ked again Earrings on me look like boogers, b*tch, I'm worth some M's [Verse 3: 21 Savage] 21, bang, do whatever for the gang (On God) Nudy gon' pop out with that stick and I know that he won't say a name (Ssh) Buddy got put in a box, he came to the wrong hood lookin' for fame (Pussy) Ain't no secret, big 4L's, them fu*kboys know what I claim (Pussy) Richard Mille, copped without a show-box (21) Four-five, make you do the hold up (21) Pop Smoke, gun smoke, same thang (Same thang) I'm on the block slangin' cold cuts (Cut) Say you got a body, ni**a, so what? (21) Terrorize sh*t, we got a whole bunch (b*tch) None of my opps ain't on nothin' (Pussy) Broke ass b*tches got one gun (21, 21) She get so wet and she slippery (Slippery) She screamin' and yellin', "Put dick in me" (21) Most of these jewelers is sick of me (21) Savage spend money ridiculously (On God) I ain't with all of the bickery (Straight up) They disappear, I know trickery (Straight up) He made a diss and it tickle me (On God) I don't let bullsh*t get to me (21) Switches on the Glocks, rest in piss to all my opps (21) We treat beef like albums, ni**a, all that sh*t get dropped (On God) I ain't got no brain, I spent your budget on my watch (Pussy, 21) [Chorus: Pop Smoke & 21 Savage] The cheapest ring on my body cost a hundred (Yeah) I got 'bout a million worth in jewels Look, I made a quarter up in London (Made a quarter) Then I bought twenty chops for the hood (On God) The cheapest ring on my body cost a hundred (Yeah) I got 'bout a million worth in jewels Look, I made a quarter up in London (Yeah) Then I bought twenty chops for the hood