Million A Day

[Intro]
Yoooooooooo
It’s ya boy Lil Karat Stixx, back with the biggest banger in 1000 years
You’ll never see this coming
Oh boy, here it comes
You ready dude? Cause oh damn, this is gonna be fire
This is it! Okay
3, 2, 1, go

[Chorus]
Million a day
Nobody else gets a million a day
All of these rappers rapping 'bout their pay
But they exaggerate every single thing they say
Million a day
Nobody else gets a million a day
All of these rappers rapping 'bout their pay
But they exaggerate every single thing they say
Million a day
Nobody else gets a million a day
All of these rappers rapping 'bout their pay
But they exaggerate every single thing they say
Million a day
Nobody else gets a million a day
All of these rappers rapping 'bout their pay
But they exaggerate every single thing they

Verse 1:
I see all these rappers tryna flex their wealth
It is so pathetic, stop it, get some help
I just wanna sit them down, in a chair and tell them in a soothing voice
“You’re just gonna make a fool out of yourself!”
Every single rapper in the whole wide world that I heard so far has never, never rapped about having stacks of cash in they wallet but when they see mine it’s so damn full
Oh my god my wallet so damn stacked that it ripped in half and everywhere went the stacks
I may be the same as all these wack rappers in the game
But at least I’m truthful in my tracks
I never never lie
Look at my net worth, it’s goin’ sky high
But how is it net when half of its cash?
And how’s it keep going up despite me wanna splash?
But how can I
Say all this stuff and not wonder “Why
“do I talk about all this and not think it’s hypocritical?”
My ego’s too big, and I’m too damn lyrical!”

[Chorus]
Million a day
Nobody else gets a million a day
All of these rappers rapping 'bout their pay
But they exaggerate every single thing they say
Million a day
Nobody else gets a million a day
All of these rappers rapping 'bout their pay
But they exaggerate every single thing they say
Million a day
Nobody else gets a million a day
All of these rappers rapping 'bout their pay
But they exaggerate every single thing they say
Million a day
Nobody else gets a million a day
All of these rappers rapping 'bout their pay
But they exaggerate every single thing they

[Verse 2]
You know what’s goin’ on…
I can’t let anybody get in my way
I was riding the freeway, now I’m on a highway
The people they hate me, they just wanna fry me
I’m in a reality and I call it my way, yeah
Boutta take the rap game, turning it sideways
Haters in they interviews, I’m wonderin’ why they
Gotta hate me simply for merely existing
I’m getting a rifle to stop them existing
And all of these bullets they never be missing
They wanna stand up to the rappers I’m dissing
I get em, I get em, I get em, hit em’ with a bit a- (gasp)
Oh!