Millions Every Month

Hook: From the cradle to the grave nigga I'mma be a paid nigga In a escalade with some thousand dollar shades nigga Tattoos on my face, that's why people think I'm crazy But Gucci Mane the realest and all that other shit fugazi Hundred K a day shit Hundred dollar blunt shit You can't wear my shoes unless you make millions every month bitch Millions every month, bitch Millions every month, bitch You can't fill my shoes unless you make millions every month bitch Verse 1 - V-Nasty: I'm a hood bitch Smoke that good shit Got a main ho, Hollywood chick Got a mansion up in the hills Keep bringing hundreds, I keep counting dollar bills Ho what you talking? Go put on them heels! Go get that pussy why I try to get my deals She always pimpin so bitch keep yo head down All work no play, ho I'm in town! Keep a hundred clips, with a hundred rounds If you wanna stop me, bitch, you gotta knock me down With my coke up, with that baking soda Yeah I got my ho bitch, and she blowin' yola (Hook) Verse 2 - Gucci Mane: Cold hearted like a motherfuckin' cobra I ain't feeling stopped till I get money like Oprah Brick looks like a nigga froze up utopia Niggas ain't eatin' like the kids in Ethipoia I know you wanna get me and my money be provoking ya Time to change your mind, and make your job as boob of Tokyo Sucka tell no lies and he puffin' that Pinnochio Still screaming free Boosie my nigga free Papa Joe Hotter than a hula dancer, colder than an eskimo If you think you're testin' me, you better eat the both of us Grab you by by your collar, but I hang you by your testicles Snitchin' ass nigga know the police was protecting you (Hook)