Million Dolla Mouthpiece

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy
Ayy, ayy, pew, pew, pew, pew (Ayy, this Dee Low with then 808s?)
Yeah, yeah, look (Dee Low, where you get them 808s? Them bitches hot)

[Verse 1]
I'm tired of this chain, 'bout to go and buy another one
My main bitch, 'cause her friend, I've been fuckin' her, I fuck 'em and I'm duckin'
On God, these pity ass hoes ain't shit, so I hope you ain't trustin' 'em
Ain't shit either, so I can't be mad at 'em
Nigga throwin' shots, I'ma throw somethin' back at him
Y'all niggas RuPaul, triple going overhaul
One foot on they neck, another foot on the gas pedal
Money gettin' long, I can get a nigga touched now
Nigga still sleepin' on the kid, put the cup down
Triple R, Zone 6, nigga like to touchdown
Rollie watch bust down, ho wanna fuck now
Heard you still stayin' with the bitch, gettin' kushed out
You ain't pass shit, so she quick to put your stuff out
Broke ass nigga usin' WiFi at your buddy house
Ain't got nowhere to go, so now you sleepin' on your buddy couch

[Chorus]
Million dollar mouthpiece, y'all niggas talk shit
Triple gon' pop that shit, ayy
Niggas know what's up with me, you know that you can't fuck with me
You might as well cut off your dick
Shots hit his car and they cut off his whip
I heard what you said, I'ma cut off your lips
Your bitch pussy good, I'ma nut off the rip
Shut a nigga block down, get the fuck off the strip, ayy

[Verse 2]
Somebody call Elliot, I need me some heavy shit
Diamonds in my watch that's like Elvis Presley
Triple got his blade in the club like Wesley
Swervin' in the Demon, damn near hit a pedestrian
Triple R Gang, prices lower than a Mexican
Triple fat nigga, but get flyer than a pelican
Ride a foreign truck, I'm in the front like an elephant
Countin' dirty money, but I'm fresher than a peppermint
Every pocket buff, I don't need a pair of Cartier
They slow my young boy in the club, end up 38
I heard he still hatin' on a nigga and he 48
Nigga probably mad 'cause I skeeted in his daughter face
Walkin' Wells Fargo, bitch, I got the bank on me
Popeye, cleaner than a bitch, ain't a stain on me
Million dollar nigga with no watch or no chain on me
Nigga throwin' shots at the kid, put a name on it

[Interlude]
Pussy
Yeah, nigga, put a name on that shit, nigga
Stop talkin' all that shit, nigga, you comin' sideways, come direct, nigga
I ain't gon' see that shit, you feel what I'm sayin'? Haha
Scary ass nigga, bitch, Triple in this motherfucker, nigga
Bring that motherfucker back in, yeah, ayy

[Chorus]
Million dollar mouthpiece, y'all niggas talk shit
Triple gon' pop that shit
Niggas know what's up with me, you know that you can't fuck with me
You might as well cut off your dick
Shots hit his car and they cut off his whip
I heard what you said, I'ma cut off your lips
Your bitch pussy good, I'ma nut off the rip
Shut a nigga block down, get the fuck off the strip

[Verse 3]
Yeah, Triple Mr. T in this bitch rockin' thirty chains
I ain't got a mohawk, waves all in my fade
MJ slam, dunk your bitch, then fadeaway
Triple Gang nigga got the juice like Minute Maid
Y'all niggas bitches, trippin' 'cause you got a pistol
When I see you, I'ma up the steel on you, nigga, anyways
Triple ain't shit, life rich, homie
But the way I've been shittin' on 'em make these pussy niggas feel the way
Coco that fresh, I get dressed in the cash
I'm dressin' and all my pockets full of sacks
Got tricks on my fleece, I'm like Inspector Gadget
Your nigga ride dick for money, he a faggot
Have fans that'll ask for lease inside the Rover
This bitch was too little for me, I couldn't wear it
I gotta watch what I say around these niggas
They say what they heard, remind me of a parrot
Your money 'bout short as a midget
How you gon' beef with me, nigga? Won't pay you attention
Won't give you no free promotion, Triple just gon' look over you, I won't even give you a mention
I'm ridin' with a thick bitch, but she bad as a motherfucker, I might give her a whipping
Pockets fat as a big bitch, I ain't talkin' 'bout pressure, but Triple be chasin' the chicken

[Outro]
Million dollar mouthpiece, y'all niggas talk shit
Triple gon' pop that—
Goddamn, shit over with already?