Rick Ross - Million Dollar Trap (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Rick Ross - Million Dollar Trap (en) Lyrics
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Back drawin' again
ATL Jacob, he a fuckin' millionnaire
Party at the penthouse
Tell them hoes, "If you ain't fuckin',
y'all gotta get out"
Yeah
Ownership, this ain't no rent out
We ain't flashin' no guns
These niggas gon' die, we
pull that stick out
I ain't tryna throw no ones,
tryin' to take a bitch home,
and pay her rent out
Nigga ain't really nobody, you turn
into a body if I put a hit out
Twin bad bitches in a lobby waitin'
for me, I gotta slip out
Heavenly shit on my body, I'm like
a virgin who ain't been out
Godly
Shorty had surprised me, she
said she wanted molly
I keep on swipin' this black card,
they keep on checkin' my ID
Most these niggas, they act hard,
'til shit turn to a robbery
Got real shooters in my backyard and
rain things like Kyrie, okay
One of my hoes wanted bread for
some water, I sent her to Bali
My hood lil' bitch ain't never
seen nothin', get happy
when we go to Hibachis
Tracker on the car, I move so quick,
so fast they can't even find me
Back on your door, got Southside
henchmen that's with me,
get real, real slimey
Huh, I'ma give these niggas somethin'
they can talk about, okay
My young nigga put on 'levens
just to walk 'em down, okay
Once you say it's up, it's nothin'
we can talk about, no way
If he hate too much, or pose a threat,
I tell my young boys, "Spray"
Ownership, this ain't no
rent out (Biggest)
These niggas gon' die, we pull
that stick out (Han)
Break the lab, walk in the jeweler
just to pick up bags
Caught a feelin' and spent a
million on your fickle ass
In the bed, I'm gettin' head
with my pen and pad
Winnipeg, arm and a leg
when in my candy rag
Seated throne, I feel at home
with my Nia Long (Yes)
Smell like money when you around
me, so it's free cologne
Rich as fuck, to keep it real, bitch,
I need some more (More)
Friend or foe, the way I'm movin',
will I live to know? (Know)
Am I pinnacle? No (No)
Am I cynical? Yes (Yes)
Am I swimmin' in dope? (Dope)
Can you get it for less? (Less)
It's too good to be true (True),
word, so call me collect (Yes)
Hoes in Coconut Grove, I
like callin' for sex
Biggest
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