Furcatt, Hunt - Like a Million Dollars Lyrics

I'm bout to get this shit poppin, my nigga lock and load
I get it corkin, I keep it smokin like out the Moes
Notice the way I construct, the way I drive these flows
Even when the boy got in the game, I knock these niggas up about they clothes
So what it do, I look good is whatever I tell em
That's why they coming back for more of whatever I sell em
I'm a mess, like M80's and Mella's
I hear voices in my head and they just keep on yellin
It ain't no tellin what I'm trying to get into
You ain't even on my level, I ain't worried about you
Heard a nigga lost a freestyle battle to a newb
Cause when you finished rappin he just pointed at your shoes
So don't apply for repercussions when you get it due
Cause there's a chance that your application might get approved
I think you need to watch your tongue
Cause all that funny talk will have your ass found by a couple on a Sunday walk

Man, I ain't worried bout the haters
Way too focused on the paper
Yes sir, die for the caper
Hotter than Miami and I'm ballin like The Lakers
That's right
Feelin like a million dollars
That's right
Feelin like a million dollars
That's right
Feelin like a million dollars
That's right
Feelin like a million dollars

Ain't nobody gotta say it, we know the drill
Soon as you get it pop it in all of these haters grills
Like anything that they can conjure up they say they will
But those are worse than those they pull out them fucking selves
Cause I don't know and intend to keep my circle small
Split my money couple ways, either that or not at all
So if you heard they know when they good, they prolly lyin
Between the studio and shows we ain't have the time
To run the streets like I ain't got nothing else to pursue
Like I ain't got a couple songs on the radio too
Pardon me homie for asking who the fuck are you
Somebody shoulda told this nigga who the fuck he talking to
And not to prove my own label, you know this shit goes down
Nobody writes my shit but me so get out my sound
I know my words, I know what I say and thats all the time
Theres no room for error in between all of these bars of mine

Man, I ain't worried bout the haters
Way too focused on the paper
Yes sir, die for the caper
Hotter than Miami and I'm ballin like The Lakers
That's right
Feelin like a million dollars
That's right
Feelin like a million dollars
That's right
Feelin like a million dollars
That's right
Feelin like a million dollars

When it comes to making paper
You know my team be the strongest
Like a center for The Hornets
But my arms be the longest
Oh he big money then I am enormous
My head so big I'm in orbit
Never catch me running from a pussy like Norbit
Ya'll niggas scared of the pussy like Forrest
Tell her that she gorgeous, fuck the bullshit
Put your name on the stories
You ridin to the beat like a chorus
So you can say that shit makin me soft
It be makin me cum, she be tastin my sons
If time is money, never take a day off
I'm tryin to have the Maserati and the Bentley paid off
I still put the beats on a nigga like the drumline
And put the heat to a nigga head like the sunshine
But what I care about the bitches and the haters
I'm just ballin like an Indiana Pacer, ya dig

Man, I ain't worried bout the haters
Way too focused on the paper
Yes sir, die for the caper
Hotter than Miami and I'm ballin like The Lakers
That's right
Feelin like a million dollars
That's right
Feelin like a million dollars
That's right
Feelin like a million dollars
That's right
Feelin like a million dollars