Problems to Millions

(Trudie)

(Hey, CR!)

I turned my problems to millions

I ain't need to do no dealin', huh

My **** gon' do them drillins so I ain't gotta shoot no children, huh

See, I ain't even pop no percs, lil' ****, 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, dawg

(You see, this life, it isn't worth it, dawg)

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 we livin'

So 'fore you cuff her watch how she moves 'round rich ****

Yeah, ha, yeah-yeah

Trust me, you'd be lucky if you touch me

Any of you play, you get got like Chucky

This ain't court, lil' ****, 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 ****, 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

Yeah, I'm condonin' it but he too childish

Body bags for business, ****, 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' ****, why you lyin'?

Tryna turn my lil' **** into giants

When I get this deal, lil' ****, 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', ****, uh

Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm

Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm

Mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm

Yeah, huh, yeah, huh

I turned my problems to millions

I don't need to no dealin', huh

My **** gon' do them drillin's so I ain't gotta shoot no children, huh

See, I ain't even pop no percs, lil' ****, 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, dawg, huh

Ah-ah