3 Mill

[Verse 1] No crutches and I don't smoke dutches Crushed the whole city leave my name on the buses Your weed ain't shit you don't even flush it I smoke till I choke, till I get busted All around the world fuckin' bitches for fun now This is how i chill, let me give you the run down Cookie joints in the AM I be in the cuts just blazin' Too many girls on my phone keep playing, really, I'm cool I got way bitches more pretty than you Yeah, I'm young, rich, crazy, and I'm willing to shoot I need a big body Benz, I don't fit in the coupe Shit, ridin' through the city like a kingpin Santa Cruz, 12 bitches at the TreeMed Made a couple hundreds in a weekend This is how I chill when I'm smoked out chiefin' [Hook] This is how I feel when you count 3 Mill The money, the cars, the pills, the girls with the high heels Yeah this is really how it feels When I hit em imma steal uhh This is how I feel when you count 3 Mill The hitta, the greed, the thieves I'm rollin all this good weed Yeah this is really how it be Look, this is how I feel when you count 3 Mill [Verse 2] A few flights and my friends, blue lights in my Benz Long nights, I don't like when it ends Imma roam the strips or blow the flip I went from selling coke to 20 lights grows and shit Yeah she pass stay hella fresh Yeah, she got good pussy and she sellin it I told her give your boy the digits and we can kick it Yeah I'm all in her ear, you ever thought of stripping? Yes, this the flyest shit I ever smoked 50 grand in the envelope Selling dope got me right where I'm at 17, I took a flight with the bag please That ain't real cookie, nah, that's bag seed Y'all touch where you grab that piece I'm really playing with mills, I got my weed lit burnin 93' till [Hook]