Chess Gaim - Millionaire (Prod. 2xa) Lyrics

Bitch thought shit was funny

Bet, Im going back in

Aint got shit to lose, ain't got shit to lose
Ain't got shit to lose, ain't got shit to lose

Young boul
I'm 17 with the frizzy hair
I'm about to be a millionaire
I'm about to be a millionaire
Ni**as here tryna knock my door like "is he there"
Nah ni**a imma millionaire
Nah ni**a imma millionaire
Eating til I'm stuffed like Biuld-A-Bear

Young boul
I'm 17 with the frizzy hair
I'm about to be a millionaire
I'm about to be a millionaire
Ni**as here tryna knock my door like "is he there"
Nah ni**a imma millionaire
Nah ni**a imma millionaire
Eating til I'm stuffed like Biuld-A-Bear

Biggest rapper that u ever seen
Only 17
Homie 6'3 270
Wit a left jab and right hook
All a ni**a do is write hooks
Like I write books
On the right path
Imma get paid
Never ever will I get played
Are u insane
Let the cash fall
What u ni**as gotta blast for
Jimmy Neutron
These bitches f*cking for coupon
Eating dick like a crouton
Im like no, no
Get f*ck back
Tryna find where my f*cks at
Nah f*ck that
Tryna make all my bucks back
'For them birds fly gotta duck that

Ain't got shit to lose, man I Ain't got shit to lose, Ain't got shit to lose, man I ain't got shit to lose
Ain't got shit to lose, ain't got shit to lose, ain't got shit to lose, man I ain't got shit to lose

You don't know my story, ni**a you don't know my moves
Keep f*cking around and you end up on the news
Ain't got shit to lose
Man I Ain't got shit to lose
Hop up on my wave 'for I leave you bouls marooned

Young boul
I'm 17 with the frizzy hair
I'm about to be a millionaire
I'm about to be a millionaire
Ni**as here tryna knock my door like "is he there"
Nah ni**a imma millionaire
Nah ni**a imma millionaire
Eating til I'm stuffed like Biuld-A-Bear

Young boul
I'm 17 with the frizzy hair
I'm about to be a millionaire
I'm about to be a millionaire
Ni**as here tryna knock my door like "is he there"
Nah ni**a imma millionaire
Nah ni**a imma millionaire
Eating til I'm stuffed like Biuld-A-Bear

Get to the paper real quickly
Im shifty
These ni**as can't stick me
My ni**as is wit me
Im dropping like fifty
But keeping it double
Then triple the double
Like I wear the O
Guys in the back and they puffing the O
World it go slow
Talk to the Benji I made with the O
Then split up the doe
My ni**as on Go
I turn to savage
Living real lavish
Baddies Im bagging
Bitches the baddest
Go for the crown, kill the ni**as that had it
Don't let it slip thru my fingers, I have it
Shit Automatic
Shit is illegal
Ni**as is evil
Turn on ya quick like a paid paralegal
Them ni**as was begging for paper like seagulls
And I was jus taking that power from people

Uh-huh, yea
Uh-huh, yea

Young boul
I'm 17 with the frizzy hair
I'm about to be a millionaire
I'm about to be a millionaire
Ni**as here tryna knock my door like "is he there"
Nah ni**a imma millionaire
Nah ni**a imma millionaire
Eating til I'm stuffed like Biuld-A-Bear

Uh-huh yea
Uh-huh yea
Uh-huh yea