Hundred Million Dollars (feat. Billyracxx) - Laioung & Deus Lee

City girls are all the same They play you like a pinball game Oh, what a summer Making love to make believe Their hearts are on, not up their sleeves Oh, what a summer to lie under violet Or to guys that ask for your number Oh, would you wonder why If I paid a hundred dollars for the chance To see you cry and a hundred more To see you cry again 'stead of singing? No, nobody's warmer to the touch Than hers but you'll never know Know anything as cold As the heart of a city girl This imaginary friend Can't remember he's pretend Oh, what a summer to lie under neon and glass Or to me as I ask for your number Oh, would you wonder why If I paid a hundred dollars for the chance To see you cry and a hundred more To see you cry again 'stead of singing? No, nobody's warmer to the touch Than hers but you'll never know Know anything as cold As the heart of a city girl We took a hammer and chisel to the cornerstone 'Cause the building had to come down In a show more pretty than practical For to satisfy the city girls around Oh, it was beautiful but it fell too soon Took a few good men and left these city guys Who would pay a hundred dollars for the chance To see you cry and a hundred more To see you cry again 'stead of singing No, nobody's warmer to the touch Than hers but you'll never know Know anything as cold As the heart of a city girl

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Ton' (And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it) Yeah Yeah Bitch who? Maybach truck and the coupe Only time I'm going back and forth is for the juice Feds still got me in court, shit crazy Only time I let a bitch record is when I'm writin' I'm famous but can't shit change me, nigga A million dollars worth of game, these niggas I sold green, sold white, sold lyrics Courtside watching the Hawks play the Pistons Okay, money on my nightstand, jewelry on my nightstand Aftermarket extendo, I pray it don't jam They say it's on sight, then I guess it's on sight then First couple of shows, the FN was my hype man (fire) Way before the PJ, I had a flight plan (plan) The GOAT with me, shake his hand, that's my right hand A hoe'll fuck yo' homeboy outta spite, man We had so much lean in store run out of Sprite, and Y'all don't get it (get it), A on my fitted (fitted) Pussy niggas sayin' a bunch of shit they ain't livin' (livin') Back on my pivot, kitchen water whippin' (whippin') All these turkeys bags, they thought it was Thanksgiving Don't make me pull out a million cash, I ain't trippin' Long ass nose on the sticks, got it pimpin' Let me see you shake it, one cheek at a time Double shot with the lime, yeah, your body different Bitch who? Maybach truck and the coupe Only time I'm going back and forth is for the juice Feds still got me in court, shit crazy Only time I let a bitch record is when I'm writin' I'm famous but can't shit change me, nigga A million dollars worth of game, these niggas I sold green, sold white, sold lyrics Courtside watching the Hawks play the Pistons Still remember Chief, he was three doors down I mean how? How you ain't last a year? Look at me now The reason why that bag in town, I got bricks No topside, everybody won't fit Forever outside, they won't let a nigga in Nigga, all my bitches gotta Benz, nigga If I can't fuck, don't text me You ain't gotta like but respect it That FN still my weapon Ayy, just step back, bitch, before I shoot Walk a nigga down without tyin' my shit Let him play crazy, he'll die in this bitch 4s over 5s, and 6s still over 9s R.I.P. to Rob, now I'm trippin' for the gas Rolls for the winter, then I'll prolly give it back Still can't believe a nigga made it off of rap Bitch who? Maybach truck and the coupe Only time I'm going back and forth is for the juice Feds still got me in court, shit crazy Only time I let a bitch record is when I'm writin' I'm famous but can't shit change me, nigga A million dollars worth of game, these niggas I sold green, sold white, sold lyrics Courtside watching the Hawks play the Pistons

Ouu I could fuck ya bitch when I was broke I can't tell that girl I love her if I don't I can't let this money change me I'm the same guy All this drip on me I got this shit from Shanghai Yea Fucking bitches, getting money I can't tell that girl I love her if I don't Told her what I really wanted and she came by Take one of these it's gon make Houston look like Shanghai Roll a blunt and tell her light that Cause I'm like that I lick her up and then I bite that I know she like that I beat upp Mike & Ike that She need ice pack Money calling I'll be right back Yea She love her a nigga but I'm twice that Yea She be lying to the nigga all day just so she can make a play and I'm the night cap How you like that I be tapping like a hi-hat My main hoe get to calling when I'm sidetracked She tryna get me to land in her venus fly trap She know I'm in fa the night when I get inside that Yea, yeah, yea I could fuck ya bitch when I was broke I can't tell that girl I love her if I don't I can't let this money change me I'm the same guy All this drip on me I got this shit from Shanghai Yea Fucking bitches, getting money I can't tell that girl I love her if I don't Told her what I really wanted and she came by Take one of these it's gon make Houston look like Shanghai She say how I'm doing I just text her back say come and see She know how I'm moving So she asked if I had company Let her take a shower, smoke a blunt, now she all under me Once I smell her flower I'm transforming into Bumble Bee Hope you got to stretch 'fore you came over bet not run from me Going back and forth kinda how lightning and thunder be Fucking with no rubber I wonder if she the one fa me Nut all on the covers nah she ain't having no son fa me We sleep under the comforter nigga ain't nothing wrong with me But don't you get too comfortable shawty it's sumn wrong with me She know all the shit I get into because she know the streets Hit her with poetry she don't wanna let go of me I could fuck ya bitch when I was broke I can't tell that girl I love her if I don't I can't let this money change me I'm the same guy All this drip on me I got this shit from Shanghai Yea Fucking bitches, getting money I can't tell that girl I love her if I don't Told her what I really wanted and she came by Take one of these it's gon make Houston look like Shanghai Ouu Money ain't a thang now Can't tell that girl I love her if I don't I'm the same guy Hunh huh Getting money now I can't tell that girl love her if I don't She came through

Niggas be having this look in they face Like I might be one of greats I might I might be taking yo bitch on a date Shidd... I might be late I might I might be running it up on the pack Nah I know that for a fact Aight I might be coming up next on the map I might not know how to act I might... (Whoa) I might... (Nigga I might) I might... (Whoa, whoa) I might... (Nigga I might) I might be smoking on sumn you can't find, but I'm holding a pack I might be riding with sumn that ain't mine, but I know where it's at I might get rich today Might take ya bitch today I might take her out to eat... at Dick fil a I might be coming dine ya street, a different way Nigga you ain't on my team you might forget the play I might not have to carry ID I might be at the Marriot Marquis I might be on a splitting gar spree I... might not need a car key I mighta thought we wouldn't make it we was broke AF Now I might be getting head in Jamaica busting coconuts I might Step in my office... You might be like aww shit Her sloppy top like oh my dumpling ackee sawfish If I stir the pot, she might buss it open like crawfish I might walk straight to the back door The feds might be watching my plug I might be shorting ya sack or I might be showing you love You mighta owed me a dub I mighta growed up with thugs I mighta stuck up ya plug I might be stuck in the mud But niggas be having this look in they face Like I might be one of greats I might I might be taking yo bitch on a date Shidd... I might be late I might I might be running it up on the pack Nah I know that for a fact Aight I might be coming up next on the map I might not know how to act I might... (Whoa) I might... (Nigga I might) I might... (Whoa, whoa) I might... (Nigga I might) I might be hiding with sumn that ain't fine; but she throwing it back I might be riding with sumn that ain't mine, but I know where it's at

Ouu Ouu Ouu Hunh, huh, huh Meditate, chakras balanced yea I'm finna enter the dragon yea Team on my back Ima drag em there Run to the money and bag it up I move like I'm from the Triple D Trappin and rappin been adding up Gold on neck like I'm Mr. T I pity the fool that don't have enough I'm finna enter the dragon She wanna fly wimme check out the calendar I got my bitch from a pageant bruh Don't talk to me talk to my manager Stay with my dogs ain't no mystery Machines in the van and we gassin up I put the fangs on the pretty teeth Spit fiyah I'm fly as a dragon yea Mann these niggas too lame Karate chop, kung fu huh Call me Deus Lee or call me Du Kang When I spit you see a blue flame Hit Iceman Nick fa the new chain So when its on me, know it's on me yea All of my niggas is ninjas huh All of my homies shinobis Whole squad full of ronin All yo niggas chicken, boneless Hunh huh huh We gon feed em to the homeless Bring his head that's a bonus Huh If you ain't getting no commas I promise that we ain't got nothing in common my nigga Fighting these demons I feel like a shaman Chopsticks, but I ain't eating no raman Meditate, chakras balanced yea I'm finna enter the dragon yea Team on my back I'ma drag em there Run to the money and bag it up I move like I'm from the Triple D Trappin and rappin been adding up Gold on neck like I'm Mr. T I pity the fool that don't have enough I'm finna enter the dragon She wanna fly wimme check out the calendar I got my bitch from a pageant bruh Don't talk to me talk to my manager Stay with my dogs ain't no mystery Machines in the van and we gassin up I put the fangs on the pretty teeth Spit fiyah I'm fly as a dragon yea I meditate and get better with time I close my eyes and I can see beyond I take a trip from Houston to Milan I need asian hoe look like Mulan I'm not a shooter but don't make do it Beat a nigga up like I'm a producer She like the Medusa finesse her Medulla Got her rubbin on my head like I'm Buddha I'm a dread-headed Shaolin Go to the temple pray with Cau Chin I channel my energy I'm dialed in Nip said its a marathon I'm miles in You see the fangs then you see the flames Talking to my ancestors like Ang We was Kings then they turned us to slaves So it's only right I ice out the chain Meditate, chakras balanced yea I'm finna enter the dragon yea Team on my back Ima drag em there Run to the money and bag it up I move like I'm from the Triple D Trappin and rappin been adding up Gold on neck like I'm Mr. T I pity the fool that don't have enough I'm finna enter the dragon She wanna fly wimme check out the calendar I got my bitch from a pageant bruh Don't talk to me talk to my manager Stay with my dogs ain't no mystery Machines in the van and we gassin up I put the fangs on the pretty teeth Spit fiyah I'm fly as a dragon yea