Pop Smoke - Bout A Million Lyrics

Bout a Million Lyrics by Pop Smoke is a Latest English song from the album 'FAITH' sung by Pop Smoke, 21 Savage & 42 Dugg. Lyrics of this song are written by 42 Dugg, Pop Smoke & 21 Savage and music produced by Yoz Beatz & Jairo. 

Pop Smoke - Bout A Million Lyrics

Bout a Million Lyrics

The cheapest ring on my body cost a hundred (Yeah)
I got 'bout a million worth in jewels
Look, I made a quarter up in London (Yeah)
Then I bought twenty chops for the hood

Look, run down (Run down), tag 'em (Tag 'em)
I give 'em twenty if he catch 'em (Catch 'em)
.44 (.44), blast him (Blast him)
Hit 'em up, then I'm dancin' (Baow)
I'm poppin' (Poppin'), I'm flashy (Flashy)
The bitches love me 'cause I'm catchy (Catchy)
Bad b*tch (Bad b*tch), sassy (S*ssy)
She got that fire like a dragon (Dragon)
Look, big body, Wagon (Huh)
I remember I ain't have it (Huh)
Twenty-one, I'm a savage (Huh)
I got twenty-one in the carats
Throwin' bullets (Huh)
Throwin' bullets like I'm Madden
Leave that n*gga in a casket

The cheapest ring on my body cost a hundred (Yeah)
I got 'bout a million worth in jewels
Look, I made a quarter up in London (Yeah)
Then I bought twenty chops for the hood
The cheapest ring on my body cost a hundred (Yeah)
I got 'bout a million worth in jewels
Look, I made a quarter up in London (Yeah)
Then I bought twenty chops for the hood
For all my n*ggas, for all my n*ggas bow, b*tch

Blitz, Crips, fast, drop, rest the blocks
We still steppin', we still stretch shit
What's on me? an FN, a FN, a FN
Took my b*tch up out the Taurus, put her in a Benz
That b*tch ain't worth a quarter, I f*ck with tens
Right after she said I couldn't, I f*cked again
Earrings on me look like boogers, b*tch, I'm worth some M's

21, bang, do whatever for the gang (On God)
N*dy gon' pop out with that stick and I know that he won't say a name (Ssh)
Buddy got put in a box, he came to the wrong hood lookin' for fame (P*ssy)
Ain't no secret, big 4L's, f*ckboys know what I claim (P*ssy)
Richard Mille, copped without a show-box (21)
Four-five, make you do the hold up (21)
Pop Smoke, gun smoke, same thang (Same thang)
I'm on the block slangin' cold cuts
Say you got a body, n*gga, so what? (21)
Terrorize shit, we got a whole bunch (B*tch)
None of my opps ain't on nothin' (P*ssy)
Broke ass b*tches got one gun (21, 21)
She get so wet and slippery (Slippery)
She screamin' and yellin' "Put d*ck in me" (21)
Most of these jewerls is sick of me (21)
Savage spend money ridiculously (On God)
I ain't with all of the bickery (Straight up)
They disappear, I know trickery (Straight up)
He made a diss and it tickle me (On God)
I don't let bullshit get to me (21)
Switches on the Glocks (21)
Rest in piss to all my opps (21)
We treat beef like albums, n*gga, all that shit get dropped (On God)
I ain't got no brain, I spent your budget on my watch (P*ssy, 21)

The cheapest ring on my body cost a hundred (Yeah)
I got 'bout a million worth in jewels
Look, I made a quarter up in London (Yeah)
Then I bought twenty chops for the hood
The cheapest ring on my body cost a hundred (Yeah)
I got 'bout a million worth in jewels
Look, I made a quarter up in London (Yeah)
Then I bought twenty chops for the hood


Song Details
Singer : Pop Smoke, 21 Savage, 42 Dugg
Album : FAITH
Lyrics : 21 Savage, 42 Dugg, Pop Smoke
Music : Jairo, Yoz Beatz

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