Bout A Million Lyrics by Pop Smoke ft. 21 Savage, 42 Dugg is latest English song with music also given by them. Bout A Million song lyrics are written by Pop Smoke and 21 Savage, 42 Dugg.
Bout A Million Song Detail
Singer: Pop Smoke, 21 Savage, 42 Dugg
Composer: Pop Smoke, 21 Savage, 42 Dugg
Lyrics by: Pop Smoke, 21 Savage, 42 Dugg
Bout A Million Lyrics
The cheapest ring on my body cost a hundred
I got ’bout a million worth in jewels
Look, I made a quarter up in London
Then I bought twenty chops for the hood
Look, run down, run down, tag ’em
I give ’em twenty if he catch ’em
.44, .44, blast him
Hit ’em up, then I’m dashin’
I’m poppin’, poppin’, I’m flashy
The bi**hes love me ’cause I’m catchy
Bad bi**h, bad bi**h, sassy
She got that fire like a dragon
Look, big body, Wagon
I remember I ain’t have it
Twenty-one, I’m a savage
I got twenty-one in the carats
Throwin’ bullets
Throwin’ bullets like I’m Madden
Leave that ni**a in a casket
The cheapest ring on my body cost a hundred
I got ’bout a million worth in jewels
Look, I made a quarter up in London
Then I bought twenty chops for the hood
The cheapest ring on my body cost a hundred
I got ’bout a million worth in jewels
Look, I made a quarter up in London
Then I bought twenty chops for the hood
For all my ni**as, for all my ni**as baow
Bi**h, blitz, Crips, fast, drop, rest the blocks
We still steppin’, we still stretch shit
What’s on me? a FN, a FN, a F&N
Took my bi**h up out the Taurus, put her in a Benz
That bi**h there ain’t worth a quarter, I f**k with tens
Right after she said, “I couldn’t”, I f**ked again
Earrings on me look like boogers, bi**h, I’m worth some M’s
21, bang, do whatever for the gang
Nudy gon’ pop out with that stick and I know that he won’t say a name
Buddy got put in a box, he came to the wrong hood lookin’ for fame
Ain’t no secret, big 4L’s, them f**kboys know what I claim
Richard Mille, copped without a show-box
Four-five, make you do the hold up
Pop Smoke, gun smoke, same thang
I’m on the block slangin’ cold cuts
Say you got a body, ni**a, so what?
Terrorize shit, we got a whole bunch
None of my opps ain’t on nothin’
Broke ass bi**hes got one gun
She get so wet and slippery
She screamin’ and yellin’, “Put di*k in me”
Most of these jewelers is sick of me
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
I don’t let bullshit get to me
Switches on the Glocks, rest in piss to all my opps
We treat beef like albums, ni**a, all that shit get dropped
I ain’t got no brain, I spent your budget on my watch
The cheapest ring on my body cost a hundred
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
The cheapest ring on my body cost a hundred
I got ’bout a million worth in jewels
Look, I made a quarter up in London
Then I bought twenty chops for the hood