Murder & Millions - Key Glock

Murder, millions\nFinesse, love\nMurder, millions\nFinesse, drugs\nMurder, millions\nFinesse, love\nMurder, millions\nFinesse, love\nMurder, millions\nFinesse, drugs\nMurder, millions\nFinesse, love\nMurder, kill for a dollar bill\nGot that heat on my waist, you better be chill\nThis shit we call life real\nHouse so big, front yard like a football field\nAnd it’s still getting build\nI’m on my road to riches, you know what it is\nI put that on King Mill\nBlue diamonds sometimes they look teal\nWhy this nigga bitch up in my grill\nAll in Houston they calling me trill\nIn New York they be saying I’m ill\nGlizzop told me I’m worth a bill'\nYeah lil nigga, a billion\nNiggas want me dead it should’ve been done\nMy young nigga catch bodies for income\nThese rap niggas my lil son sons\nThat’s why she call me daddy\nYeah these bitch ass niggas need pom poms\nI kick me a stick, like a granny\nYeah these bitch ass niggas don’t want none\nLord knows this shit a get tragic\nI’ll turn none to some I’m havoc\nI’ll take off my hat and then pull out a rabbit\nAll this pain made me fall in love with drugs\nI grew up 'round hustlers, some dope fiends and some thugs\nThey say it will kill you if you love it too much\nIt’s Cutthroat La Familia, and we rappers and what?\nMurder, millions\nFinesse, love\nMurder, millions\nFinesse, drugs\nMurder, millions\nFinesse, love\nMurder, millions\nFinesse, love\nMurder, millions\nFinesse, drugs\nMurder, millions\nFinesse, love\nMurder, millions\nFinesse, drugs\nMurder, millions\nFinesse, love