Million Dollars Worth of Game - 2 Chainz ft. 42 Dugg

Toni

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

Yeah, yeah

Bitch, who? Maybach truck and the coupe

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

Feds still got me in court, shit crazy

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

And I'm famous, but can't shit change me, nigga

A million dollars worth of game, these niggas

I sold green, sold white, sold lyrics

Courtside watchin' the Hawks play the Pistons

Okay, money on my nightstand, jewelry on my nightstand

After-market 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 (Fire)

Way before the PJ, I had a flight plan (Plan)

The G.O.A.T. with me, shake his hand, that's my right hand

A ho'll fuck your homeboy out of spite, man

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

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

Pussy niggas sayin' a bunch of shit they ain't livin' (Livin')

Back on my pivot, kitchen, water-whippin' (Whippin')

All these turkey bags, they thought it was Thanksgiving (Damn)

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

Long-ass nose on the stick, Scottie Pippen (Fire)

Let me see you shake it one cheek at a time

Double shot with the lime, yeah, your body different

Bitch, who? Maybach truck and the coupe

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

Feds still got me in court, shit crazy

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

And I'm famous, but can't shit change me, nigga

A million dollars worth of game, these niggas

I sold green, sold white, sold lyrics

Courtside watchin' the Hawks play the Pistons

Still remember Chief, he was three doors down

I mean, how? How you ain't last a year? Look at me now

The reason why that bag in town

I got bricks, no top, sad, everybody won't fit

Forever I'll sag, they don't let a nigga in, nigga

All my bitches got a Benz, nigga

If I can't fuck, don't text me

You ain't gotta like it but respect it

That FN still my weapon

Ayy, just step back, bitch, before I shoot

Walk a nigga down without tyin' my shit

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

Fours over fives, and sixes still over nines

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

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

Still can't believe a nigga made it off of rap

Bitch, who? Maybach truck and the coupe

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

Feds still got me in court, shit crazy

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

And I'm famous, but can't shit change me, nigga

A million dollars worth of game, these niggas

I sold green, sold white, sold lyrics

Courtside watchin' the Hawks play the Pistons