Bout A Million Lyrics – Pop Smoke ft. 21 Savage
Singer: Pop Smoke ft. 21 Savage
Title: Bout A Million
The cheapest ring on my body cost a hundred (Yeah)
I got ’bout a million worth in jewels
Look, I made a quarter up in London (Yeah)
Then I bought twenty chops for the hood
Look, run down (Run down), tag ’em (Tag ’em)
I give ’em twenty if he catch ’em (Catch ’em)
.44 (.44), blast him (Blast him)
Hit ’em up, then I’m dancin’ (Baow)
I’m poppin’ (Poppin’), I’m flashy (Flashy)
The b#tches love me ’cause I’m catchy (Catchy)
Bad b#tch (Bad b#tch), sassy (Sassy)
She got that fire like a dragon (Dragon)
Look, big body, Wagon (Huh)
I remember I ain’t have it (Huh)
Twenty-one, I’m a savage (Huh)
I got twenty-one in the carats
Throwin’ bullets (Huh)
Throwin’ bullets like I’m Madden
Leave that n#gg# in a casket
The cheapest ring on my body cost a hundred (Yeah)
I got ’bout a million worth in jewels
Look, I made a quarter up in London (Yeah)
Then I bought twenty chops for the hood
The cheapest ring on my body cost a hundred (Yeah)
I got ’bout a million worth in jewels
Look, I made a quarter up in London (Yeah)
Then I bought twenty chops for the hood
For all my n#gg#s, for all my n#gg#s bow, b#tch
Blitz, Crips, fast, drop, rest the blocks
We still steppin’, we still stretch sh#t
What’s on me? a FN, a FN, a F&N
Took my b#tch up out the Taurus, put her in a Benz
That b#tch there ain’t worth a quarter, I f#ck with tens
Right after she said, “I couldn’t”, I f#cked again
Earrings on me look like boogers, b#tch, I’m worth some M’s
21, bang, do whatever for the gang (On God)
Nudy gon’ pop out with that stick and I know that he won’t say a name (Ssh)
Buddy got put in a box, he came to the wrong hood lookin’ for fame (p#ss#)
Ain’t no secret, big 4L’s, them f#ckboys know what I claim (p#ss#)
Richard Mille, copped without a show-box (21)
Four-five, make you do the hold up (21)
Pop Smoke, gun smoke, same thang (Same thang)
I’m on the block slangin’ cold cuts (Cut)
Say you got a body, n#gg#, so what? (21)
Terrorize sh#t, we got a whole bunch (b#tch)
None of my opps ain’t on nothin’ (p#ss#)
Broke #ss b#tches got one gun (21, 21)
She get so wet and slippery (Slippery)
She screamin’ and yellin’, “Put dick in me” (21)
Most of these jewelers is sick of me (21)
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 (On God)
I don’t let b#llsh#t get to me (21)
Switches on the Glocks, rest in piss to all my opps (21)
We treat beef like albums, n#gg#, all that sh#t get dropped (On God)
I ain’t got no brain, I spent your budget on my watch (p#ss#, 21)
The cheapest ring on my body cost a hundred (Yeah)
I got ’bout a million worth in jewels
Look, I made a quarter up in London (Yeah)
Then I bought twenty chops for the hood
The cheapest ring on my body cost a hundred (Yeah)
I got ’bout a million worth in jewels
Look, I made a quarter up in London (Yeah)
Then I bought twenty chops for the hood
Other Songs from FAITH Album
30
8-Ball
Back Door
Beat The Speaker
Brush Em
Coupe
Demeanor
Demeanor (Spanish Translation)
Genius
Good News
Manslaughter
Merci Beaucoup
More Time
Mr. Jones
Outro
Spoiled
Tell The Vision
Top Shotta
What’s Crackin
Woo Baby
Woo Baby Interlude
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