Like a Million (feat. Kodak Black) - Jackboy

Sniper gang, Kodak Cause I got it by myself Skrrt, skrrt, aye, skrrt, skrrt (skrrt, skrrt) Free lil Kodak man, free lil tap boy, yee Why you, why you keep that tool like dat? Why you move like dat? I hit the club 50 deep (aye, aye) How you get so high like dat? Why your eyes like dat? Cause I put molly in my lean (aye, Kodak, Kodak) Kodak, why you act like dat? Why you strapped like dat? Cause I got it by myself (aye, aye) Nigga, I don't need no vitamin C I be smokin' broccoli, they say it's good for my health (aye, aye) I'm from the No, my lil bitch from the Dale I like my money fast, you movin' like a snail All I smoke is L's, on that paper trail Can't you tell? I got clientele on my Nextel I don't need your help, got it on my own This a million dollar phone, but I ain't got no ring tone (aye, aye, aye) Kodak, why you keep that thing on you? (aye, aye) Cause I ain't got no time to play with you All I do is win, I hate to lose Got your boo dancin', cause that's what them bands make her do (make her dance) I'm smokin' broccoli, count this green (count this green, nigga, aye) I'm on molly, I'm on lean (I put molly in my lean, nigga) Why you, why you keep that tool like dat? Why you move like dat? I hit the club 50 deep (with my niggas, aye) How you get so high like dat? Why your eyes like dat? Cause I put molly in my lean (in my lean, aye) Kodak, why you act like dat? Why you strapped like dat? Cause I got it by myself (by myself) Nigga, I don't need no vitamin C I be smokin' broccoli, they say it's good for my health (aye, aye, Kodak) Kodak, why you always in the foreign? (in the foreign car) Cause if it ain't foreign, then it's borin' (that's a boring car) I'm chasin' dreams, while you snorin' Kodak Black, my bitch yellow, but her favorite color orange (color orange, boy) Please don't call my phone no more, I'm on tour (bitch, I'm on tour) Only two can fit, fuck a four door (fuck a four door) Nigga, this a jag, this is not a Ford (not a Ford) Polo to the floor, fuck that Tom Ford (poppin' molly) Nigga, this a Rollie, fuck that Michael Kors (fuck that shit) I'm in here movin' slowly, cause I poured a four (I'm on that shit) Got her on her knees, like "forgive me lord" (fuck that bitch) I remember pullin' schemes, way in Baltimore (remember I was hittin' licks) Why you, why you keep that tool like dat? Why you move like dat? I hit the club 50 deep (with my niggas, aye) How you get so high like dat? Why your eyes like dat? Cause I put molly in my lean (in my lean, aye) Kodak, why you act like dat? Why you strapped like dat? Cause I got it by myself (by myself, aye) Nigga, I don't need no vitamin C I be smokin' broccoli, they say it's good for my health (I'm the healthy kid)

Stack that paper and and stay out the way How many racks I could fit in the safe? I'm a stepper, they know I don't play They respect me like Santa, they know I'ma slay Black bandana, it's tied 'round the Drac' Fresh out the slammer, two kids on the way I got manners, I nut on her face I won't hide from nothin', I ain't hidin' from nothin' Ain't no secret, I'm big boy thuggin' Long live Honeycomb, I sold a brick on the ugly On the block outside with cutters Roll up an opp, straight fire up the ganja I just need me a reason to snap Since Honeycomb died, I put bees in the trap Yeah, I got nine bodies, I'm a big boy stеpper, ain't nobody better My daddy namе David, not Banner By Monday, I'm changin' my schedule She ridin' my dick on the chair (yuh) and I'm hittin' her bare, panda Beat her back in my only agenda I just flew the lil' swoop from Atlanta Yeah, I rap, but I'm really a scammer Set up trap, got it boomin' in Tampa I'm tryna show her I like her, so I keep sendin' her roses, Amber I drop an ounce of that white, remix the clean, now it's dirty Diana I'ma shoot out the Glock like a camera My name Kodak, you know, like the camera Too much pressure, that's all I'ma say Everybody know if they play, they gon' lay Killin' some haters again Still made some paper in the pen' Damn, he caught an innocent shell, yeah, I hope that don't count as a sin (uh) I'm an all around stepper, my friend, Gucci down, Cartier lense Damn, I should've cuffed the lil' bitch, damn, I let a lame nigga win Niggas can't stand the rain, you niggas don't stand a chance Chevrolet candy paint, I spent a band in the Benz I'ma murk 'em, been lurkin' for weeks I step in whatever, Dior on my feet Ain't no nerd, but I love to geek I don't lie, but I steal, I kill, I cheat Stack that paper, and stay out the way How many racks I could fit in the safe? I'm a stepper, they know I don't play They respect me like Santa, they know I'ma slay Black bandana, it's tied 'round the Drac' Fresh out the slammer, two kids on the way I got manners, I nut on her face I won't hide from nothin', I ain't hidin' from nothin'

Metro Boomin' want some more nigga I'm just slidin' down the 'crest on a hot summer day All these diamonds on it got me feelin' some type of way Drop the top on these haters cuz the top in the way And if you ain't gettin' no money then you just in the way Took my shirt off in the vert cuz the shirt in the way If these hoes ain't talkin' bout fuckin' then they just in the way All these diamonds on my fist I'm feelin' some type of way If that bitch ain't gettin' no money then that bitch in the way I'm Gucci Mane La Flare I make 5 Million a day (5 Million a day?) Gucci Mane La Flare I make 5 Million a day (Hold up, hold up, okay) [Verse 1] I'm Gucci Mane La Flare I make 5 Million a day (Hol up) Let me clarify I made 5 Million today Nigga lookin' at my watch they feelin' some type of way But these Niggas ain't get money man they just in the way You got a hater mentality it's hard to relate (Hol up) Let me clarify 20 mil out the gate $10,000,000 mansion Gucci Mane Estate With an all gold Rolly, match the fork and the plate My album dropped September but I'm booked up to May These bitches sayin' that I'm gross cuz I skeet in they face Why you bring your friend babe man that bitch in the way Shit I'm tryna fuck both of y'all I don't like to play I'm just slidin' down the 'crest on a hot summer day All these diamonds on it got me feelin' some type of way Drop the top on these haters cuz the top in the way And if you ain't gettin' no money then you just in the way Took my shirt off in the vert cuz the shirt in the way If these hoes ain't talkin' bout fuckin' then they just in the way All these diamonds on my fist I'm feelin' some type of way If that bitch ain't gettin' no money then that bitch in the way I'm Gucci Mane La Flare I make 5 Million a day (well damn, 5 Million a day?) Gucci Mane La Flare I make 5 Million a day I'm Gucci pretty please take your foot off these Nigga neck let em' breathe but I just can't be I'm too rich to give a shit 'bout anyone but me And who gettin' cheese with me cuz that's all I see Metro on the beat Gucci Mane got a fleet Orange vert black rims trick-or-treat on the streets They sent me 5 Million dollars I hadn't been out a week And I got 5 Million niggas playa hatin' on me Ask all the bloggers, cuz they love to write 'bout me Then ask the mobsters, they never sold that white like me Ask all the boppers, them bitches like to fight 'bout me Then ask the robbers, nobody's jewelry bright like me Guwop's a problem, nobody talks the talk like me Guwop's a cook man, nobody holds a fork like me These niggas liars, no money in the vault like me I'm a supplier, nobody stops the drought like me I'm just slidin' down the 'crest on a hot summer day All these diamonds on it got me feelin' some type of way Drop the top on these haters cuz the top in the way And if you ain't gettin' no money then you just in the way Took my shirt off in the vert cuz the shirt in the way If these hoes ain't talkin' bout fuckin' then they just in the way All these diamonds on my fist I'm feelin' some type of way If that bitch ain't gettin' no money then that bitch in the way I'm Gucci Mane La Flare I make 5 Million a day (5 million a day) Gucci Mane La Flare I make 5 Million a day Haha, hol up Okay Wop, huh Metro Boomin' want some more nigga This the, intro, Metro, Guccio, Wop, Wop!

Kodak Black I ain't been gettin' high Well, maybe a little, baby, I don't wanna lie I know when you text me girl, I don't always reply Well, you're not an angel either, you can't even fly I notice, you think that you know shit All this shade that's coming at me, I wonder who throws it I got tunnel vision and these niggas out of focus Superduper sniper gang, don't get hit with the scope, kid, oh shit Otay, pray them niggas go away Always hella clowns around it look like Cirque Du Soleil This went hella platinum, nigga it was just a throwaway My album so cold when it drop, it's gonna be a motherfucking snow day Aye, boy is good and he knows it, he don't say it, he shows it I'm just like DeRozan, if I shoot it, it goes in I am in Cali just coastin', get 'em so wet they need coasters I got a selfie with Oprah, but I still ain't gonna post it And I'm in my happy place posted, I ain't frown since '06 I ain't cried since '01, they freed Lil Kodak, the kids back let's throw somethin You can come back to mine though, your friend ain't cute, but it's fine though We gon' end on a high note I spy with my little eye A girlie I can get 'cause she don't get too many likes A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind Oh, I... I spy with my little eye A girlie I can get 'cause she don't get too many likes A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind Oh, I, I spy with my little eye I spy, I spy with my little eye Oh, I, I spy with my little eye I spy, I spy with my little eye Oh, I... (Oooooeeeeeee yeah) I could spot you from a hundred miles away, oh I can see you through my Jim Maui shades, aye When I pull up, I'm in a black Audi a8, aye Leave your man 'cause he ain't nothin' like me, babe I've been trying to get my blower 'cause I ain't never wanting to be linking up I don't ever wanna be doing features I stay far away from these people Said she love me, but I don't believe her Yeah I want you, but I don't need ya Even when I ain't lookin', I see ya You can't even see me, but I see ya I'm just chilling, smokin' reefer Dropping codeine in a liter I've got more stripes than a Zebra I'm a Gemini, she's a Libra Pulling stunts like Evil Kenevile Once I freak her, I'm gonna delete her I was just talking to Auntie Rita Told her "stay out here 'cause we need ya" aye aye I ain't stalking, but I see ya over there, yeah Yeah I'm watching 'cause this Sniper Gang for real, yeah Hit the Dentist, and I'll put diamonds in my grill, yeah Don't think I'm soft girl, I'm just showing you how I feel Aye, yeah yeah yeah, pulled up on a pill Aye, yeah yeah yeah, can see ya from over here Aye, yeah baby girl I can see you in a lift See you riding in a spliff I put VV's in your ear, aye I spy with my little eye A girlie I can get 'cause she don't get too many likes A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind Oh, I... I spy with my little eye A girlie I can get 'cause she don't get too many likes A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind Oh, I, I spy with my little eye I spy, I spy with my little eye Oh, I, I spy with my little eye I spy, I spy with my little eye Oh

Yeah Yo, yo Live fast, die rich, I'm a super bad bitch (bad bitch) Bagged fifth, hit 'em up, told 'em, "Let's do Saks Fifth" Mad I drove the Aston, prayin' that the bags fit (uh-huh) Credit A1, still be talkin' cash shit Boujee bitch off the Ace, but get lit off Patrón Gangster bitch, a female Bugzy Malone Either love me or leave me alone Without a nigga or a stimulus, know I still stand on my own (facts) And I'ma still shine when these hoes throw shade Got the MAC in the bag 'case a ho wan' play (what's up?) Put me next to any bitch, I'm a upgrade (uh-huh) Real bitch, keep a nigga home like a snow day (ooh) But good dick ain't better than a bankroll (bankroll) So a broke nigga better be thankful (thankful) A bust down might make me touch my ankles This pussy smell good, but I fuck 'em like a stank ho Uh, I said the pussy smell good, but I fuck 'em like a stank hoe Uh, pussy smell good, but I fuck 'em like a stank hoe Good dick and a bankroll, ain't no way around it Your nigga a killer and a sweetheart, you fuck that regardless I put a couple niggas down, but I grew up for you, shorty I got a Caesar cut clean, comin' through in Armani Boss bitch, she don't depend on nobody So when I buy her shit, they can't never tell if I bought it Foreign cars in my garage, Bentleys, Lambs, and 'Raris Bitch, my lowkey whip an A5, I'm shittin' on Audis Look how you steppin', ma, you so cute, you so fly I don't hit women, but if you rape my heart, bitch, you gon' die I love you so much, you so pretty, I'm finna cry We be bumpin' heads a lot 'cause, babe, we both a Gemini Take my life before you take my bitch from me Want you to fuck me like a poor ho like you need some rent money Uh, I said the pussy smell good, but I fuck 'em like a stank ho Uh, pussy smell good, but I fuck 'em like a stank ho Uh, I said the pussy smell good, but I fuck 'em like a stank ho Uh, pussy smell good, but I fuck 'em like a stank ho If there's a cure for this, I don't want it, I don't want it If there's a remedy, I'll run from it, I'll run from it Thinkin' 'bout it all the time, I never let it out of my mind 'Cause I wanna love on you If there's a cure for this, I don't want it, I don't want it If there's a remedy, I'll run from it, I'll run from it Thinkin' 'bout it all the time, I never let it out of my mind 'Cause I wanna fuck on you Can I suck on you? Don't call the doctor Don't call your mama Don't call the preacher No, I don't need it

Yeah, Project Baby These streets took my conscience Blee Sniper Gang These streets took my conscience Yeah, everybody with me on that same thang I don't gang-bang but I bang-bang I pull up to the club, I got on eight chains Took that bitch to Wings-N-Things, she wanna be my main Brown liquor made my dawg insane Booted up a geek, it's the same thang Fish scale or molly, it's the same name Murder by the stains, which gang you claim? The big Patek face cost ten chains Took your bitch out to eat on a private plane Real talk, 150 when it's plain Jane For the junk behind the dumpster for some cocaine Ayy, free my nigga coo, he in the chain gang Chris Johnson, I swear for God I drop the twenty-eight I told my nigga be fool, he put a potato on a barrel I kick lil' dumbass out my crib, say she want Chanel I bought that bitch a wig 'cause she ain't got no hair I sent that poor ass hoe a Uber 'cause she ain't got no whip Thirty golds in my mouth like I'm Stephen Curry Thirty clip in my Glock 'cause I'm a damn warrior Streets left me scarred, ain't no worries Run my money up in a hurry Thirteen strippers, James Harden Money make you greedy when you starving Monisha, Tamica, they vouching Before I had anything, I was saucing 'Fore I had that Bentley truck, I was saucing All these hitters, yeah, I pray you never cross them She say she brand new, I swear I want the old her Eighteen hunded, I got more stories than a author I'm credit card swipin' at the Chase Bank (ey) Me and Future gang gang, same thang I check your temperature, nigga, is you hot or cold? Like a state trooper, I make my money on the road I remember hittin' houses, nigga, cash 4 gold These streets made me lose my conscience, took a nigga soul These streets took all my soul from me Tried to leave me in the cold These streets took my conscience from me Now tough love is all I show I know my niggas got love for me And they filling up they nose I know my Levi got love for me She just want everybody to know I know my niggas, they be missin' me So I be posted on the straw I don't even care about how much cash I see I'm always gon' be in the 'No I ran out of money, then they switch lanes I ran it back up, then I switch lanes In a brand new Range, diamond colored candy cane I brought a brand new K, I can't wait to let it spray I'm sorry mom, ain't mean to bring you through so much pain I said I'm sorry mom, I ain't mean for it to be this way Ayy but fuck it, bitch, I'm here, I got diamond rings All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm gettin' paid These streets took my conscience All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid These streets took my conscience All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid