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Keep your wrist out the cuffs\nLost a zone in the toilet, I had to master the flush, it's like a\n\nLike a million bucks, like a million bucks\nLike a million bucks, like a million bucks\nGet money like a million bucks\nGet money like a million bucks\n\nThey got millionaire taste with a Happy Meal budget\nWhile I feed my whole team, that's a million motherfuckers\nUsed to serve my nigga pop, he my number one customer\nLord, forgive me for my sin, ain't no pride, muscle hustle\nLike one day I'll touch a lot, but for now, I'll touch a lil'\nDaydreamin' 'bout a mill', stomach still touchin' my grill\nTook chance after chance, risked it all, it's all at stake\nGet in my way, get ate, fuck you, we now wanna state\nSaid fuck it to some chickens, you want beef, I bring the herd\nWe're stoppin' this paper, give a damn, that's my word\n\nNo pork on my fork, still go H.A.M. with the yam\nPatty cake and bake 'em, man, whip it fast as I can\nIf it dry, you gon' lose, sell it fast as you can\n\nMillion rubber bands, fill 'em up, that's the plan\nWith the past, it's the past, presently I'm all like, \"Fuck\"\nPull up in a million bucks, lookin' like a million bucks\n\nLike a million bucks, like a million bucks\nLike a million bucks, like a million bucks\nGet money like a million bucks\nGet money like a million bucks\n\nOh, okay then, if it's money, I'm weighin'\nTall light-skinned waistband, if he frontin', that ain't him\nBoth of my J's in, move rocks like cavemen\nMost hoes be chasin' once I pose with the mace grin, ha\nIt's your last chance, dance floor, let's dance\nInside my sweatpants, no less than ten bands\nChick had to choose, I was always the best man\nHad more loose spaceships than Jetsons\n\nI'm just sayin', you you, you ain't I\nI shoot to aim high, got coupe, but can't drive\nChoose B-A-I, my crew, you way high\nOkay, ma, take these two, now say bye\n\nBaow, slow down, son, you're killin' 'em\nBring them dimes in, let me see if I'm feelin' 'em\nLeather bomber, fur collar, chinchillin' 'em\nBeen a monster, few commas, hundred-millin' 'em\n\nLike a million bucks, like a million bucks\nLike a million bucks, like a million bucks\nGet money like a million bucks\nGet money like a million bucks","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.76] FATMAN SCOOP, what up?\n[00:05.02] Had to pull you out of retirement on this one\n[00:07.26] Clubs is gonna love this\n[00:09.88] Do some money talkin'\n[00:16.36] Flyer than the boy in the Carolina blue\n[00:18.85] Before the bald head, team red, who knew?\n[00:21.63] Trigger Trife, OG nigga Su-Wu\n[00:23.94] Can't forget Jah and Bang, they are blood brothers too\n[00:27.00] Three birds in the drawer, I am in the zone\n[00:29.68] Went from sellin' raw, now I'm sellin' tours, gone\n[00:32.44] Out the hood, out your league, fucker, don't play\n[00:34.80] I'll put the paws on you like lil' scrap bait\n[00:37.73] Beatin' up the beat, heatin' up the street\n[00:40.29] I'm on another level, nigga, you cannot compete\n[00:43.11] Ain't no competition, man, these other niggas weak\n[00:45.76] And they catch feelings like the women that I meet\n[00:48.55] And they all say that I'm charming, cool whip\n[00:51.26] And it don't help that my smile too pretty\n[00:53.82] Plus not to mention that my style too jiggy\n[00:56.25] Troy Ave, motherfucker, I'm from New York City\n[00:58.83] Like a million bucks, like a million bucks\n[01:01.42] Like a million bucks, like a million bucks\n[01:04.14] Get money like a million bucks\n[01:06.80] Get money like a million bucks\n[01:09.51] On the West, yes, it's still real as fuck\n[01:12.22] Where I'm from, a hundred thousand like a million bucks\n[01:14.92] Old faggot-ass police tryna kill my buzz\n[01:17.54] No disrespect to God, but in a bill I trust\n[01:20.39] On the real, I bust 'til a mill' I touch\n[01:22.98] Knew exactly what to buy, had to fill that rush\n[01:25.67] Status symbol, every single steerin' wheel I push\n[01:28.35] Damn near snapped a bitch neck, let her feel that thrust\n[01:31.00] Bought a seven-foot safe, I'm tryna fill that up\n[01:33.63] Reinvest in real estate, I'm tryna live like Puff\n[01:36.24] Slappin' rappers, goin' to jail, I guess I live like Puff\n[01:39.16] All ready, all petty, jewelry get tucked\n[01:41.79] All Chevys get cut, then I lift the bitch up\n[01:44.48] Candy paint by the grill, leather seats in the guts\n[01:47.10] Ever been through a raid? Keep your wrist out the cuffs\n[01:49.89] Lost a zone in the toilet, I had to master the flush, it's like a\n[01:52.76] Like a million bucks, like a million bucks\n[01:55.14] Like a million bucks, like a million bucks\n[01:57.79] Get money like a million bucks\n[02:00.49] Get money like a million bucks\n[02:02.93] They got millionaire taste with a Happy Meal budget\n[02:05.80] While I feed my whole team, that's a million motherfuckers\n[02:08.56] Used to serve my nigga pop, he my number one customer\n[02:11.20] Lord, forgive me for my sin, ain't no pride, muscle hustle\n[02:13.87] Like one day I'll touch a lot, but for now, I'll touch a lil'\n[02:16.79] Daydreamin' 'bout a mill', stomach still touchin' my grill\n[02:19.24] Took chance after chance, risked it all, it's all at stake\n[02:22.10] Get in my way, get ate, fuck you, we now wanna state\n[02:24.61] Said fuck it to some chickens, you want beef, I bring the herd\n[02:27.69] We're stoppin' this paper, give a damn, that's my 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competition, man, these other niggas weak\n  And they catch feelings like the women that I meet\n  And they all say that I'm charming, cool whip\n  And it don't help that my smile too pretty\n  Plus not to mention that my style too jiggy\n  Troy Ave, motherfucker, I'm from New York City\n\n  Like a million bucks, like a million bucks\n  Like a million bucks, like a million bucks\n  Get money like a million bucks\n  Get money like a million bucks\n\n  On the West, yes, it's still real as fuck\n  Where I'm from, a hundred thousand like a million bucks\n  Old faggot-ass police tryna kill my buzz\n  No disrespect to God, but in a bill I trust\n  On the real, I bust 'til a mill' I touch\n  Knew exactly what to buy, had to fill that rush\n  Status symbol, every single steerin' wheel I push\n  Damn near snapped a bitch neck, let her feel that thrust\n  Bought a seven-foot safe, I'm tryna fill that up\n\n  Reinvest in real estate, I'm tryna live like Puff\n  Slappin' rappers, goin' to jail, I 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competition, man, these other niggas weak\n  And they catch feelings like the women that I meet\n  And they all say that I'm charming, cool whip\n  And it don't help that my smile too pretty\n  Plus not to mention that my style too jiggy\n  Troy Ave, motherfucker, I'm from New York City\n\n  Like a million bucks, like a million bucks\n  Like a million bucks, like a million bucks\n  Get money like a million bucks\n  Get money like a million bucks\n\n  On the West, yes, it's still real as fuck\n  Where I'm from, a hundred thousand like a million bucks\n  Old faggot-ass police tryna kill my buzz\n  No disrespect to God, but in a bill I trust\n  On the real, I bust 'til a mill' I touch\n  Knew exactly what to buy, had to fill that rush\n  Status symbol, every single steerin' wheel I push\n  Damn near snapped a bitch neck, let her feel that thrust\n  Bought a seven-foot safe, I'm tryna fill that up\n\n  Reinvest in real estate, I'm tryna live like Puff\n  Slappin' rappers, goin' to jail, I guess I live like Puff\n\n  All ready, all petty, jewelry get tucked\n  All Chevys get cut, then I lift the bitch up\n\n  Candy paint by the grill, leather seats in the guts\n  Ever been through a raid? Keep your wrist out the cuffs\n  Lost a zone in the toilet, I had to master the flush, it's like a\n\n  Like a million bucks, like a million bucks\n  Like a million bucks, like a million bucks\n  Get money like a million bucks\n  Get money like a million bucks\n\n  They got millionaire taste with a Happy Meal budget\n  While I feed my whole team, that's a million motherfuckers\n  Used to serve my nigga pop, he my number one customer\n  Lord, forgive me for my sin, ain't no pride, muscle hustle\n  Like one day I'll touch a lot, but for now, I'll touch a lil'\n  Daydreamin' 'bout a mill', stomach still touchin' my grill\n  Took chance after chance, risked it all, it's all at stake\n  Get in my way, get ate, fuck you, we now wanna state\n  Said fuck it to some chickens, you want beef, I bring the herd\n  We're stoppin' this paper, give a damn, that's my word\n\n  No pork on my fork, still go H.A.M. with the yam\n  Patty cake and bake 'em, man, whip it fast as I can\n  If it dry, you gon' lose, sell it fast as you can\n\n  Million rubber bands, fill 'em up, that's the plan\n  With the past, it's the past, presently I'm all like, \"Fuck\"\n  Pull up in a million bucks, lookin' like a million bucks\n\n  Like a million bucks, like a million bucks\n  Like a million bucks, like a million bucks\n  Get money like a million bucks\n  Get money like a million bucks\n\n  Oh, okay then, if it's money, I'm weighin'\n  Tall light-skinned waistband, if he frontin', that ain't him\n  Both of my J's in, move rocks like cavemen\n  Most hoes be chasin' once I pose with the mace grin, ha\n  It's your last chance, dance floor, let's dance\n  Inside my sweatpants, no less than ten bands\n  Chick had to choose, I was always the best man\n  Had more loose spaceships than Jetsons\n\n  I'm just sayin', you you, you ain't I\n  I shoot to aim high, got coupe, but can't drive\n  Choose B-A-I, my crew, you way high\n  Okay, ma, take these two, now say bye\n\n  Baow, slow down, son, you're killin' 'em\n  Bring them dimes in, let me see if I'm feelin' 'em\n  Leather bomber, fur collar, chinchillin' 'em\n  Been a monster, few commas, hundred-millin' 'em\n\n  Like a million bucks, like a million bucks\n  Like a million bucks, like a million bucks\n  Get money like a million bucks\n  Get money like a million bucks\n"}]