KOUNTY BOYZ

KOUNTY BOYZ - Million Bucks lyrics

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And I feel like a million bucks (million buck)

Swear to God (swear to God we trust)

I feel like a million bucks (million buck)

And I feel like a man on a mission

Caligrove buffin, Remy Martin sippin (for real)

Peanut butter cuts coupe's what I'm whippin (what I'm whippin)

City to city get money's how I'm living (Gotdamn)

Pockets fat like a moving smack (moving smack)

We got killers on the team we just holdin' them back

Young rich and Black, how you lovin that?

You can't hate on us unless your life is wack

And, I'm fuckin' with a bad yella thang (yella thang)

Blow a nigga down, pussy wetter than a hurricane (Gotdamn)

I'm ballin' like a muthafucka yeah I got game (yeah I got game)

Muthafuck them hating niggas cause they so lame (so lame)

In the club bring the camera and the money out (money out)

Bring the ballet bring the head and the Velveeta (velveeta)

It's bout time baby, goin bring them titties out

It's real over here and we goin pull them pistols out

And I feel like a million bucks

Peanut butter cuts and God we trust (God we trust)

Aye, How you keep the whip like that

With a chick like that and a ass like that?

(And I) Mo money talk, I ain't bull shittin (nope)

All the bad bitches do the money walk (aye do the money walk)

If you ain't talking money, that get you on pause

And all that yapping that ya doin' get ya no draws

Aye, Aye, and my swag on some other shit (on some other shit)

My money getting jealous cause it don't fuck a bitch

Huh, you fuck around and get brought another whip

With another chick, how ya love that? (love that)

Aye, tell me where they do that at? (what they do that at)

I'm in the carolina blue, Tampa Bay hat

Aye what you smoking on, it's confidential

That hack dumb how it go, Magno

I keep a pretty hoe, from Puerto Rico

But I'll never sweat a bitch like Cango (Cango)

Aye, get lost money

We keep some audurbs just a condom money

And I feel like a million bucks

Peanut butter cuts and God we trust (God we trust)

Aye, How you keep the whip like that

With a chick like that and a ass like that?

And I...

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