Million Dollars Worth of Game (feat. 42 Dugg)

(And if the beat live, you know Lil' Ju made it)

Bitch, who? Maybach truck in the coop

Only time I'm going back and forth is for the juice

Feds still got me in court, shit crazy

Only time I let a bitch record is when I'm writin'

I'm famous, but can't shit change me, ****

A million dollars worth a game, these ****

I sold green, sold white, sold lyrics

Courtside, watching the Hawks play the Pistons

Okay, money on my nightstand, jewelery on my nightstand

Aftermarket extendo, I pray it don't jam

They say it's on sight, then I guess it's on sight then

First couple of shows, the FN was my hype man

Way before the PJ, I had a flight plan

The GOAT with me, shake his hand, that's my right hand

A ho will fuck ya homeboy outta spite, man

We had so much lean, the store run out of Sprite, and

Y'all don't get it, A on my fitted

Pussy **** sayin' a bunch of shit, they ain't livin'

Back on my pivot, kitchen water whippin'

All these turkey breasts, they thought it was Thanksgiving

Don't make me pull out a million cash, I ain't trippin'

Long ass nose on sticks, gotta pick it

Let me see you shake it one cheek at a time

Double shot with the lime, yeah your body dips

Bitch, who? Maybach truck in the coop

Only time I'm going back and forth is for the juice

Feds still got me in court, shit crazy

Only time I let a bitch record is when I'm writin'

I'm famous, but can't shit change me, ****

A million dollars worth a game, these ****

I sold green, sold white, sold lyrics

Courtside, watching the Hawks play the Pistons

Still remember Chief, he was three doors down, I mean how?

How you only last a year? Look at me now

The reason why that bag is tall, I got bricks

No topside, everybody won't fit

Forever outside, they don't let a **** in

****, all my bitches got a Benz, ****

Five cats fuck, I'on text 'em

You aint gotta, like but respect it

That FN still my weapon

Aye just step back, bitch, before I shoot

Walk a **** down without tearin' my shit

Let him play crazy, he'll die in this bitch

Fours over fives and sixes still over nines

R.I.P. Rob, now I'm trippin' for the gas

Rolls for the winter, then I'll prolly give it back

Still can't believe a **** made it off a rap

Bitch, who? Maybach truck in the coop

Only time I'm going back and forth is for the juice

Feds still got me in court, shit crazy

Only time I let a bitch record is when I'm writin'

I'm famous, but can't shit change me, ****

A million dollars worth a game these ****

I sold green, sold white, sold lyrics

Courtside, watching the Hawks play the Pistons