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You know, the average person will never have a million dollars liquid in their bank account The average person won't gross a million dollars in their lifetime Shit, the average family tree won't gross a million dollars, sad to say Thank God we're not average You niggas got no backbone Switchin' on your own clique, what is that? I've been known to turn water into wine I'm the nigga pullin' rabbits out a hat I don't wanna hear it if it ain't facts Fine art on the wall, not plaques In the bathroom, where you see stats 'Cause I'm the shit, baby girl, that's that Concrete, top collection, hoes in the sеction Used to didn't have bus fare Now my profеssion made me a millionaire It's us, no question, not many affiliates All these rappers, they bite, but y'all don't see it If you know, then you know, then so be it Big jet off the coast, no ID I just turnt one bitch into three I just wanna be a millionaire I just wanna be a millionaire with my niggas I just wanna be a millionaire with my niggas I just wanna be a millionaire (I just wanna be a millionaire) Letras de cancionesI just wanna be a millionaire (I just wanna be a millionaire) I just wanna be a millionaire with my niggas (I just wanna be a millionaire) I just wanna be a millionaire with my niggas, oh What would you do if you— uh (Go, go) What would you do if you had it all? (Go) I'm the same if I didn't have it at all (Go, go) Step in my shoes, ain't no walk in the park With the same brothers I had from the start (Go, go) Better not freeze up if they pass you the ball Next to my dog, he ain't have to call (Go, go) Hope you don't think that you passed us, dog Like, seriously, who the fuck gassin' y'all? (Go, go) Still the same gang, get them M's on the plate Still stompin' shit, we just took a lil' break Move niggas out of here, 'Crete triple-A Tell the bitch, "Suck it," I go Triple H Money not what? What the fuck did you say? One thing 'bout life, girl, this shit pay to play 'Crete came to— uh, 'Crete came to— frr (Yeah, yeah) 'Crete came to play, okay (First Round) Huh, I'ma stay solid, I accepted my flaws Fall on my face, I'ma still stand tall Ain't never trippin', got the world in my palms Millions on the way, for all of me and my dogs 'Crete, five members, all ready to ball Band for band, drumline, keep a cannon on y'all (Grrt) She want the money, let it shower and fall 'Cause the longer you wait, the more you'll stall Time wait for nobody, go give it all Reachin' new heights, I ain't scared to free fall Count on my brothers, they there on the call Fuck whoever doubted, you could kiss on my balls Ready, set, go, I'm a P, big as Paul Sippin' on somethin' with some syrup involved Screwed-up clique, I'm on that Southside, dog With the same 'Crete members, okay Hey, man, this shit goddamn fifty dollars a swallow I'm tellin' you, man, what you payin' for? (Grrt) Shake it for my clique, got my dogs in here (Ruff, ruff, ruff, nyoom) G19s, but no laws in here (Nyoom) Buddy got no cash yet? Shit, that's a knee-slap (Brr) You ain't got no hoes, you ain't gotta worry 'bout the Tea app (Fuck) Good in your city, when I'm there, I don't use maps (Right) Mouth full of diamonds, I'm the Concrete general (Pussy) Me and Boat drinkin' codeine, daily minerals (That's right) Tryna get some head, this shit turnt into a interview This a juice car, when we in it, only bangin' Screw Pop up on the block, flex the rocks, then let Dame loose Beast off the leash, and my partner, he a Cane too If he ain't made it out yet, he still shoppin' at outlets (Broke ass) Go against the gang, yeah, my clique, that's a strong bet (It's us) Gold medal top, Olympic ho give the best neck Nostalgic-ass nigga, Volume 2, this the best yet (Pussy) From Letras Mania