Songtexte Million Bucks - Trae

A hundred grand on my wrist yea life sucks
And fuck the club dawg I'd rather count a million bucks

A hundred grand on my wrist yea life sucks

And fuck the club I'm at the safe counting a million bucks
And if I'm short give me a week I'mma stack it back up
And pull up on they ass thugging with swangas up under my truck
Tell them bitches I'm out of pocket tryna get this dough
Plus I need that Phantom with that top that reverse on a hoe
And on the low they say my hood motivated by blow
That's why Gizzle got 6 inside the spell the same color as snow
The game was lost but tell them niggas I made it here late
I got caught up posted at Benihana eating rice and steak

Life sucks but my living got me looking great
That's why I'm in these streets like
I'm homeless tryna make something shake
Bitch I'mma asshole tryna get my gangsta on
Burner in my pocket for niggas who greed a gangsta wrong
These black swangas got me tipping in a gangsta zone
So tell the hood I got em another classic ass gangsta song

A hundred grand on my wrist yea life sucks
And fuck the club dawg I'd rather count a million bucks

It's Jay'Ton yea I'd rather count a million bucks
Pull out the can make niggas do bout a million tucks
I got these bricks for a ransom I duct tape em up
I'm good with them throw aways I use em and then I break em up
Yea it's that Ton-A-Thon running with a ton of guns
I hit the block post up and collect a ton of funds
Get to the trap and fill the trash up with a ton of ones
I tell my bitch to clean it up and make a couple runs
I'm in the first year of my 20's pockets never empty
A couple more years couple drops and a custom Bentley

6-12 Trunk up making sure niggas hear me
This A.B.N. across my chest making sure niggas fear me
I'm from the south where getting money is all we do

I'm in the hood blowing dro and banging that Screw
The type of nigga that'll throw diamonds on every tooth
Sitting so low on them 4's when I'm coming through

A hundred grand on my wrist yea life sucks
And fuck the club dawg I'd rather count a million bucks

Club boss bitch I'd rather count a million bucks
Sideways on the switch hanging with my Brazilian slut
Open up my mouth my grill sealed with trillion cuts
In the meanwhile my bank account still filling up
I'm back home so you know I'm back stacking cash
Niggas say they paid in full I sit back and had a laugh

Thought they was in the game they only did half the math
Uncle Sam subtracted this cash so they half as mad
This year we really gon see who getting money
I can see it homie food don't touch ya'll tummy
Running through the neighborhood looking all bummy
Tryna borrow something from me I'm like hell naw dummy
This round I got my mind on getting major currency
I'mma be a wealthy ass gangsta until they bury me
I'm putting mama in a big house with a big truck
My nigga life sucks I'd rather count a million bucks

A hundred grand on my wrist yea life sucks
And fuck the club dawg I'd rather count a million bucks