Problems to Millions

(Trudie)
(Hey, CR)
Yeah, huh, ah, huh

I turned my problems to millions
I don't need to do no dealin', huh
My nigga gon' do them drillings
So I ain't gotta shoot no children, huh
See, I ain't even pop no Percs, lil' nigga
But I think I'm losin' feelin', uh
This is just the mood I've been in
See, I could point a finger at a block, he spin it, uh
See, I ain't win yet but we winnin'
My dawg been locked down on the yard for a minute
Well yeah, he got caught, but I pray they acquit it
Lil' homie got shot in his face, but he livin' so
Guess somebody tryna let me know
You see, this life, it isn't worth it all
(You see, this life, it isn't worth it all)

This love ain't this real, this shit is virtual (this love ain't this real, this shit is virtual)
And if she fuck your mans, don't take it personal (better not take it personal)
See, it's somethin' 'bout these streets and how we livin' ('bout these streets and how we livin')
So 'fore you cuff her watch how she moves 'round rich niggas
Yeah, huh, yeah-yeah
Trust me, you'd be lucky if you touch me
In the UK, get gut like Chucky
This ain't court, lil' nigga, don't judge me
See, I'ma do it on my own time, don't rush me
Now my lil' baby movin' fussy
'Cause I'm travelin' all over the world
I ain't think to bring none of my girls
See, I'm one of those selfish niggas, huh
She can't meet none of my dawgs, baby, I'm selfish wit' ya, huh
You can hear waterfalls, put you into this jewelry, baby, huh
We gon' get all of y'all, we ain't into the foolery lately, huh
I'm just sayin', start hidin'
My lil' homie spinnin' blocks, he with the violence
See, I don't condone in it but he too childish
Bodies bad for business, nigga, stop the wildin'
She got a body on her like she fly
Before you fuck her, ask her for the mileage
It ain't hard to be real, lil' nigga, why you lyin'?
Tryna turn my lil' niggas into giants
When I get the deal, lil' nigga, I'ma sign him
Put all my real homies in positions
Get all my real homies out the kitchen
See, he draw the weapon on him from a distance
My lil' homie gon' batter up before he pitchin'
Thought you were my brother, homie, why you dissin'?
We both gettin' money, homie, how you switchin'?
See, I put that bitch to work now she ain't missin'
See, he put that stick to work and he ain't missin', nigga, uh

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Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm
Mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh

I turned my problems to millions
I don't need to do no dealin', huh
My nigga gon' do them drillings
So I ain't gotta shoot no children, huh
See, I ain't even pop no Percs, lil' nigga
But I think I'm losin' feelin', uh
But this is just the mood I've been in
See, I could point a finger at a block, he spin it, uh
See, I ain't win yet but we winnin'
My dawg been locked down on the yard for a minute
Well yeah, he got caught, but I pray they acquit it
Lil' homie got shot in his face, but he livin' so
Guess somebody tryna let me know
You see, this life, it isn't worth it all

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