Raven Sorvino - Million Hundred Billz lyrics
rate me(Intro)
Aye, C, I guess I need anotha track
To weigh my gold
I'm makin' this own instrumentation
Be like need an air lift, nah what I'm sayn?
Gold chain thru the air lift, swangin' in there
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I pick up bfc, I pick up big metal
Purp a drink up in my cub, bitch, I get down
What ya think me out? I want the big bucks
Black Caddy's, yeah, we rollin' in the big trucks
Y'all some sick fucks that like em wet bitches
Dub dub dub dub goose and start clappin' bitches
They lack characteristic, I'm so futuristic
I'm so charismatic, pop it like an automatic
Look at these ballin' fabrics, yeah, I'm all attractive
I only fuck with pretty bitches like Paula Patton
I put my heart and passion at anything good enough
They didn't start respect until I played shoot em up
Now they fallin' off, real fast
Bitches runnin' off, no need of pump, low gas
Clash of the Titans, swingin' swords like the viking
Rain shower, thunder storm, girls strike it like it's lightning
(Hook)
Gold chains, gold frames, errbody know a thrill
Gold grill, lookin' like some money million hundred bill
Gold chains, gold frames, errbody know a thrill
Gold grill, lookin' like some money million hundred bill
Yeah, yeah, million hundred billz
Yeah, yeah, million hundred billz
This way out is Sorvino Gang for the kill
(Verse 2)
We cased out, but they tryna knock it
I'm countin' off my fuckin' rocket
They there for you like soda water
I'm sky water and two bottles
Skyrocket what yo wife offer
At yo house, on yo couch
I roll bouts, I rock skates
I'm on the moon, I stargaze
I partake in thrill shit
For a magazine I do shit
I'm leanin' out my fuckin' mind
And I'm crushin' all you suckas out
The right girls, they bustin' lines
I OG like ? time
Then I go to my condo
I'm bailing out like pronto
Then go ? food for the thoughts and the entrée
I'm not afraid to take a dick
I'm queen, bitch, I'm family affair
I'm in Vogue, I ten fold, I'm runnin' off that benzoe
In H-Town with my kin folks, my daddy, yeah, he got a streak
President Keats, James Beat
Missis Texas, that's on me
Marrell park, I'm in the streets
I'm bustin' checks and low cleats
They're pokin' out stay candy paint(?)
I'm sit and drank like half a tank
Yo bitch blank, I'll see her there
I drive back with a Jesus flare
(Hook)
Gold chains, gold frames, errbody know a thrill
Gold grill, lookin' like some money million hundred bill
Gold chains, gold frames, errbody know a thrill
Gold grill, lookin' like some money million hundred bill
Yeah, yeah, million hundred billz
Yeah, yeah, million hundred billz
This way out is Sorvino Gang for the kill
