And I put that on all of my niggas won't stop till we get us a million, I promise x2
(Riding through that porsche hide a million from the lord)
I put that on all of my niggas
I fill up my sorrows in bottles and drink like I don't want to tomorrow
So many pills in my cabinet but life is the hardest to swallow
My pockets been hollow, but lately I feel like I just won the lotto
And my niggas still pitchin that Kane you would think that they played in Chicago
Finesse and I jug...finesse and I jug..
Hard to be sane on these drugs
I promised i'd quit but I can't get enough
Diamonds on my neck I'm a diamond in the rough
As I lay on this rug, I'm still connected I get the low from my plug
Remember them days in Atalanta my mama just copped an armada
Burning my money is blasphemous, but listen cause this the cantata
My dad prolly dead but I swore that he would when he would when he bailed on my mama
Rollin hard in this hard club
My bitch so chilli that she won't let me be a scrub
Throwing my money so much you would think I'm a clutz
All of my bands came in clutch
The moment I step to the judge
And I put that on all of my niggas won't stop till we get us a million, I promise x2
(Riding through that porsche hide a million from the lord)
I put that on all of my niggas
(Riding through that porsche hide a million from the lord)