Lyrics Invoice - Bodega Bamz feat. A$ton Matthews

Million dollar man got the million dollar plan
With the million motherfucking dollar bill
Fortune better come with the wheel
I'ma r-o-b, bust steel
Same dude from the b-l-o-c-k
Brand new c-l-o-c-k
I'ma shoot like Kevin Durant till the clock stop
All up in your Xbox, kill a pussy put a halo on it
I made it popular to be Papi, and went ahead and put J Lo on it
Famo, fuckin' low, desert storm camo
Smooth, like Randall
Cunningham running through the tackles
I'm back like spinal c-o-r-d
For real like n-e-r-d
I'm crashing any party
Like now your bitch is with me
How I live it up r-u-l-e
Jah got a case of the Mo-e-t
Get to the spot, every drink on me
Shorty yell, "Pour your drink on me"
It's Young Don
One more time let me take you there
One more shot let me take you there
One two times let me take you there
Let me take you there
Let me take you where you've never been
Let me take you there
Let me take you there
Let me take you there
Let me take you there
Let me take you where you've never been

Gangstas, what up? Bitches, what up?