MILLION!

[VERSE ONE: KILLTJ]
Trap, trap, trap, trap
(One million dollars!) Trap! [x4]
(Space Mob, bitch)
Nigga, I'm smoking and sipping on lean
The potent is potent, got me 'bout to sleep
I'm rolling right now, so bitch get off of me
My niggas wild out when we enter parties
Only seventeen and I'm living my dreams
She claim she want me cause my style so mean
But that don't make sense cause I treat her so mean
I just want make money and ball with my team
Crack a OE, roll up some weed
If she don't smoke, then your bitch not with me
But trust that don't mean that she smoking my weed
Don't get upset 'cause she always call me
These thotties ain't loyal, they sucking the team
Every time I see 'em, they always on knees
Go in the store, get me a coke
Pop me a xan, and then i'mma float
Like noahs arc, i'm on a boat
Come in the party, you know that we tweaking
Cup overflowing, yeah that bitch leaking
Treat everyday like this shit is the weekend
Your bitch at the crib and we fuck to The Weeknd
I make her so wet then I kick that bitch out
You rolling round here then it better be loud
When I hit the gas, I ain't hearing no sounds
What are you saying? What you talking 'bout?
Take off to the sky, I'm often in the clouds
I got addictions to trapping and flipping
Ain't chasing the kitten, I smash and then dipping
A beast with the flow, yeah, watch shorty go
Don't give a fuck, every day just turn up
Lean in my cup, I got work in the kitchen
Pass me the bag, guaranteed gon' flip it
And I just wanna get me a fucking million
Damn, nigga

[HOOK: KILLTJ]
I just want me a million, stack to the ceiling
She fuck with me, yeah she said I'm appealing
She like the dope that a nigga be dealing
She know I'm the realest, pull out my phone
Stop calling my line, just leave me alone
You could say I'm right and you could say I'm wrong
But I'm still jugging on my trap phone
And it's Space M-O-B 'til the day I'm gone

[BRIDGE/VERSE 2: KILLTJ]
And I did it on my own, always on the grind
I can't waste time, I'm trynna get mine
Y'all be slacking, while I be packing
Tryna get a million, so I started trapping and rapping
And killing shit, know I'm finna live my life like a movie, bitch
And I just want me a motherfucking million
Million, Million, Million.. (x2)

[VERSE 3: BRNDNKING (NXSLEEP)]
They already know that the kid's finna blow
Coming for gold with that champion flow
But the truth is that I lost my mind 'bout the very same
Minute & second that I got my hands on the dough
So now I'm the man in the zone
Know that I keep a small circle though, M-O-B standing alone
Brandon & bandits demanding the throne
And her boyfriend all crying like "hand me your phone!"
"What are you doing, girl, who are you texting
Wait, where are your clothes?!
Who the fuck's Brandon? and why are you moaning?
Like "fuck me", I shouldn't have left you alone"
He think she texting me, probably sexually
Stressing that she wish that she was here next to me
I'll make it happen when I got the time to eventually
I create destiny, watch if you mess with me
(STAY LIT!), and I don't really give a shit
Give a fuck either, hit 'em with that ether real quick
Turn up your speakers while I'm speaking, bitch
I'mma rearrange your brain if the reefers lit
Every day people switching up but I don't really give a fuck
I'm tripping, getting lifted with your chick and
What they're missing is dissing a kid as vicious as this
Is some detrimental stuff... (That shit's hard to say)
So if you want to, just know it'll haunt you
Your girl in the night crying "baby, i want you"
But she ain't even in the bed, she be talking giving head
On the phone, in the zone, with me up on the other end
M-O-fucking-B, man, I ain't really got no other friends
Bitches come and go, a new beginning and another end
But once they get a taste of my ways, they gon' run again
I'm just tryna flip my pay to that all black coloured benz

[HOOK: KILLTJ]
I just want me a million, stack to the ceiling
She fuck with me, yeah she said I'm appealing
She like the dope that a nigga be dealing
She know I'm the realest, pull out my phone
Stop calling my line, just leave me alone
You could say I'm right and you could say I'm wrong
But I'm still jugging on my trap phone
And it's Space M-O-B 'til the day I'm gone

[Outro/AUSTIN POWERS SNIPPET]
Don't you think we should maybe ask for more than a million dollars? A million dollars isn't exactly a lot of money these days