Mill Ticcets

[Chorus]
Nah, baby, I don't wanna kick it
I'm on the grind right now chasin' meal tickets
Got the .9 on my side if it get sticky
I'm headed down to the lot, 'bout to kill niggas (Zoom, zoom)
Nah, baby, I don't wanna kick it
I'm on the grind right now chasin' meal tickets
Got the .9 on my side if it get sticky
I'm headed down to the lot, 'bout to kill niggas (Zoom, zoom, uh)

[Verse 1]
All you shape shiftin' niggas get up out the way
I left with nothin' then I bounced back like Dr. Dre
I'm gettin' paid, I just play hookey on bae
Made it out the trench, I celebrate it every day
G Slim, I done graduated to the M's
This my reality evеry day, this shit ain't pretend
I roll through the hood, and I bring a Rolls through
I'm just rеpresenting the way that I'm supposed to
Jealous niggas everywhere but that can't stop shit
Niggas tryna do business but they incompetent
Where the common sense? That shit hardly common
Niggas don't be good for shit but just startin' problems
I hope niggas hear my story and get inspired
The truth hurts, we love pain, so I ain't tellin' lies
I hope niggas hear my story and get inspired
The truth hurts, we love pain, so I ain't tellin' lies

[Chorus]
Nah, baby, I don't wanna kick it
I'm on the grind right now chasin' meal tickets
Got the .9 on my side if it get sticky
I'm headed down to the lot, 'bout to kill niggas (Zoom, zoom)
Nah, baby, I don't wanna kick it
I'm on the grind right now chasin' meal tickets
Got the .9 on my side if it get sticky
I'm headed down to the lot, 'bout to kill niggas (Zoom, zoom, uh, yeah, look)

[Verse 2]
If I don't like it I'ma change it
Ain't 'bout to be explainin', ain't 'bout to be complainin'
I'm like, "Fuck how these niggas feel
Fuck how these bitches feel
I love how these riches build"
Uh, Forgiato steerin' wheel
Steer myself to the bag, I'm 'bout to make another mil'
If I put my faith in these hoes I'd be broke
I ain't no rookie, I'm a motherfuckin' pro
And it show, all my glow, all my business, it grow
I had visions in prison, got out on the go
Yeah, I put my business over love
'Cause when that rent and that car note due all they want is that money

[Chorus]
Nah, baby, I don't wanna kick it
I'm on the grind right now chasin' meal tickets
Got the .9 on my side if it get sticky
I'm headed down to the lot, 'bout to kill niggas (Zoom, zoom)
Nah, baby, I don't wanna kick it
I'm on the grind right now chasin' meal tickets
Got the .9 on my side if it get sticky
I'm headed down to the lot, 'bout to kill niggas (Zoom, zoom, Goddamnit Dupri)

[Outro]
Ayy, bro, where you at, man? This bitch just fucked all my shit up, man
Nigga phone go dead for twenty minutes
I get back to the crib, this bitch done fucked all a nigga shit up, man
Fucked the Benz up, then took the laptop with the hard drive man
Tango on there, bro
We probably gon' have to put this shit on hold, but uh, shit don't stop