100 Mill 1 Milli by Soulja Boy Lyrics
[Intro]
G-Gotta keep a Brandnew track
Yeah
I walk in the club, a hunnid thousand dollars on my neck, and a box full of, case full of money
Aight, feel me?
[Verse]
A hunnid mil' on the damn flo', if you don't know, I'ma let you know
I'ma show you straight how this shit go, you a pussy nigga, you a fuckin' ho
You don't really want to show my opponent, I'ma opp a nigga, guillotine
I'm in between yo' main squeeze, yo' main squeeze ain't make-believe
Ain't a fuckin' dream, reality, twenty five to the 'calities
Lil' Dre, I do this shit, real shit
Don't make me make a tragedy come
'Cause lately, I've been feelin' like the one, so
Earth top, nigga, I'ma swag in a Porsche, bitch
Foreign cars, niggas, you knowin' I'm on more shit
Yeah, I'm on that nеw shit, on that Polo horse shit
On that Polo horse pajama, when I swеrve in my whips, bitch
Got my face tatted, so you know I'm savage
And I'm ridin' black, so you know I'm savage
And I'm ridin' paint, so you know I'm savage
And I'm sippin' drank, so you know I'm savage
You know I'm savage, you know I'm savage
Niggas know around about the block, and I let 'em have it
You know I'm savage, you know I'm savage
Ask around me, any fuckin' block, they'll say I'm savage
Soulja Boy go-go hard, real talk
And you fake niggas, you bitch niggas, split yo' cantaloupe, I'm a sick nigga, no antidote
You was talkin' shit, you will get fought, slugs through yo' face, ho
Don't give a fuck about shit, my eyes through the peephole
It's good over evil, I tell a bitch to keep a ho
Soulja Tell 'Em, I do this, then I hit her wit' long strokes
It's off top wit' the .44, nigga, you don't want beef wit' me
It's history, that's the end of you, nigga talkin', what it do?
What it be? You a fuckin' bitch, push your ass up off the cliff
Reminisce 'bout the old days, when I throw back wit' the throwaway
Soulja Tell 'Em, I had to wait, had this shit on lock
Nigga, you a sidekick, you slide, it's .45 when I ride
[Outro]
This right here for the real ass niggas
For the real ass niggas
Man, I know you niggas on the block gettin' money
On the block gettin' money
Grind, grind, grind, work
Grind, grind, grind, work
Grind, grind, grind, work
Grind, grind, grind, work
Grind, grind, grind, work
Grind, grind, grind, work
Grind, grind, grind, work
Grind, grind, grind, work
G-Gotta keep a Brandnew track
Yeah
I walk in the club, a hunnid thousand dollars on my neck, and a box full of, case full of money
Aight, feel me?
[Verse]
A hunnid mil' on the damn flo', if you don't know, I'ma let you know
I'ma show you straight how this shit go, you a pussy nigga, you a fuckin' ho
You don't really want to show my opponent, I'ma opp a nigga, guillotine
I'm in between yo' main squeeze, yo' main squeeze ain't make-believe
Ain't a fuckin' dream, reality, twenty five to the 'calities
Lil' Dre, I do this shit, real shit
Don't make me make a tragedy come
'Cause lately, I've been feelin' like the one, so
Earth top, nigga, I'ma swag in a Porsche, bitch
Foreign cars, niggas, you knowin' I'm on more shit
Yeah, I'm on that nеw shit, on that Polo horse shit
On that Polo horse pajama, when I swеrve in my whips, bitch
Got my face tatted, so you know I'm savage
And I'm ridin' black, so you know I'm savage
And I'm ridin' paint, so you know I'm savage
And I'm sippin' drank, so you know I'm savage
You know I'm savage, you know I'm savage
Niggas know around about the block, and I let 'em have it
You know I'm savage, you know I'm savage
Ask around me, any fuckin' block, they'll say I'm savage
Soulja Boy go-go hard, real talk
And you fake niggas, you bitch niggas, split yo' cantaloupe, I'm a sick nigga, no antidote
You was talkin' shit, you will get fought, slugs through yo' face, ho
Don't give a fuck about shit, my eyes through the peephole
It's good over evil, I tell a bitch to keep a ho
Soulja Tell 'Em, I do this, then I hit her wit' long strokes
It's off top wit' the .44, nigga, you don't want beef wit' me
It's history, that's the end of you, nigga talkin', what it do?
What it be? You a fuckin' bitch, push your ass up off the cliff
Reminisce 'bout the old days, when I throw back wit' the throwaway
Soulja Tell 'Em, I had to wait, had this shit on lock
Nigga, you a sidekick, you slide, it's .45 when I ride
[Outro]
This right here for the real ass niggas
For the real ass niggas
Man, I know you niggas on the block gettin' money
On the block gettin' money
Grind, grind, grind, work
Grind, grind, grind, work
Grind, grind, grind, work
Grind, grind, grind, work
Grind, grind, grind, work
Grind, grind, grind, work
Grind, grind, grind, work
Grind, grind, grind, work