Ya Boy - Thousands Millions lyrics

[Verse 1] Pops used to ride me around in an Alfa Romeo Feel the sweat so rockin them gazelles Head it down knife middle left on fail Talkin on the sale when the agent's getting mail I just soaked it up peek game let it dwell Now in my twenties and I'm doing quite well It ain't hard to tell she loves it when I smell Like Chanel when I love her when she bring another gall Thirty one flavors and spit the hotel Thirty one favors promise I won't tell She wanna f** a hustler so I let her try me Might let her ride me but don't need to beside me I'm tryin get money and hoes be the speed bump All she keep telling me is everything that she want Tell me to slow down I tell her to keep up If you can't be down baby you could be up I ain't got time to catch feelings I'm sitting here tryin to catch a million Tryin to make my money stack up to the ceiling Remember when I used to hit the block and make a k**ing [Hook] I'm just sitting back loungin Getting high counting my thousands Waiting on the call from my accountant Talking bout a dealing god damn for real man Can a street n***a make a million? I'm talking bout thousands, millions, thousands, millions Remember when I used to hustle in front of the building Thousands, millions, thousands, millions Can a n***a make a million? [Verse 2] Countin' more road day all Whip like four days old Rose bottle came slow Pocket full of bank rolls Trappin and they finna send 'em when I say go Bad b**h and she never ever say no Every other day never with the same ho Every n***a rappin but they all can't blow I must be dead if a n***a ain't on Say it ain't so, tell me I ain't on your screen Buried bombs with the whole team I don't need love I just need lean Pour a double cup while I roll my weed Put it on me, young YB let the world know I hold down the SFC Started on the bridge when it cross the sea Got it how I live, it's the boss in me [Hook 2x] I'm just sitting back loungin Getting high counting my thousands Waiting on the call from my accountant Talking bout a dealing god damn for real man Can a street n***a make a million? I'm talking bout thousands, millions, thousands, millions Remember when I used to hustle in front of the building Thousands, millions, thousands, millions Can a n***a make a million?