Problems To Millions Letra

I turned my problems to millions
I ain't need to do no dealin', huh
My nigga gon' do them drillin's so I ain't gotta shoot no children, huh
See, I ain't even pop no perc's, lil' nigga, but I think I'm losin' feelin', uh
This is just the mood I've been in
I could point a finger at a block, he spin it, uh
See, I ain't win yet but we winnin'
My dawg been locked down on the yard for a minute
Well yeah, he got caught, but I pray they acquit it
Lil' homie got shot in his face, but he livin' so
Guess somebody tryna let me know, who?
You see, this life, it isn't worth it all
(You see, this life, it isn't worth it all)

This love ain't this real, this shit is virtual
If she fuck your mans, don't take it personal
See, it's somethin' 'bout these streets and how wе livin'
So 'fore you cuff her watch how she movеs 'round rich niggas
Yeah, huh, yeah-yeah
Trust me, you'd be lucky if you touch me
Any of you play, get gut like Chucky
This ain't court, lil' nigga, don't judge me
See, I'ma do it on my own time, don't rush me
Now my lil' baby movin' fussy
'Cause I'm travelin' all over the world, I ain't think to bring none of my girls
See, I'm one of those selfish niggas, huh
She can't meet none of my dawgs, baby, I'm selfish wit' ya, huh
You can hear waterfalls, put you into this jewelry, baby, huh
We don't get all of y'all, we ain't into the foolery lately, huh
I was sayin', start hidin'
My lil' homie spinnin' blocks, he with the violence
See, I don't condonin' it but he too childish
Body bags for business, nigga, stop the wildin'
She got a body on her like she fly
Before you fuck her, ask her for the mileage
It ain't hard to be real, lil' nigga, why you lyin'?
Tryna turn my lil' niggas into giants
When I get the deal lil' nigga, I'ma sign it
Put all my real homies in positions
Get all my real homies out the kitchen
See, he try the weapon on him from a distance
My lil' homie gon' batter up before he pitch
Thought you were my brother, homie, why you dissin'?
We both gettin' money, homie, how you switchin'?
See, I put that bitch to work now she ain't missin'
See, he put that stick to work and he ain't missin', nigga, uh

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I turned my problems to millions
I don't need to do no dealin', huh
My nigga gon' do them drillin's so I ain't gotta shoot no children, huh
See, I ain't even pop no perc's, lil' nigga, but I think I'm losin' feelin', uh
But this is just the mood I've been in
I could point a finger at a block, he spin it, uh
See, I ain't win yet but we winnin'
My dawg been locked down on the yard for a minute
Well yeah, he got caught, but I pray they acquit it
Lil' homie got shot in his face, but he livin' so
Guess somebody tryna let me know, who?
You see, this life, it isn't worth it all, huh

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