Lyrics A Million Dollars - Conscience

A Million Dollars

If I made a million dollars, I would split it five ways
Buy Designer for my momma and a house by the bay
Have my driver keep a choppa and a Glock on my waist
Thirty bitches tryna holla get the fuck out my, what
If I made a million dollars, I would split it five ways (aye, aye)
Buy Designer for my momma and a house by the bay (yuh, yuh)
Have my driver keep a choppa and a Glock on my waist (yuh)
Thirty bitches tryna holla get the fuck out my face (aye, aye)
Take a trip to Guatemala poppin bottles on the way (yuh, yuh)
Eat my dinner with the doctors lookin at me sideways (aye, what)
Used to be a window shopper now we buy what’s in the paint (yuh, yuh)
Like we won the fuckin lotto, how we rockin nowadays (aye, aye)
If I made a million dollars, I would buy myself a yacht
We’d been drownin at the bottom sippin Ramen out the pot (facts)
You can keep your Maserati, Ima buy my boys a lot
That’s a car for everybody who been here, I ain’t forgot, bitch
Woah
I would tell my grandma that we won the lotto (Brrr)
She’d been playin all her life and prolly’d not know
He ain’t made no promise she goin' see tomorrow
Ima need it pronto
I know if I ever made a million dollars not to ever make a bet
That my family’d break apart cuz I would lose on every cent
Yeah, I got family who’d do anything for money and a check
So that means aunts, uncles, cousins, we’d be at each other’s necks
«Roger, can you pay my rent?»
«RJ, can I get a Benz?»
«Aye, how you doin, nephew?
It’s bout time we make ammends»
If I made a million dollars, I would also make a mess, make a million other
problems, and a million fake friends
Fuck that
Got a lot of ex’s that I know would try to
Run back
Hit me with a message, like «I miss you»
Fuck that
Push you to the edge and then I hitchu with a love tap
Bitch, you even lucky that I diss you, slut
Back, back with that fuckin snap-back
That’s cap and you know that that’s facts
Flash back to the kid in back of class, laughed at and now I get the last laugh
Heh, Heh
Backlash, bitch, that’s that
If my momma was a Jew, no
Lived off that Ramen noodles
Struggle’s everything I grew on, I’ve been dreamin bout a bag
Whole my life, we lived brutal
Didn’t know what to do, so
If you hit me up, it’s futal
You ain’t been through what we have
I got five family members who been with me through it all
From the highs to the lows through the summers through the falls
I got five great reasons to not listen to you talk
You got five seconds till I’m hanging up this fucking call
Cuz
If I made a million dollars, I would split it five ways
Buy Designer for my momma and a house by the bay
Have my driver keep a choppa and a Glock on my waist
Thirty bitches tryna holla get the fuck out my, what
If I made a million dollars, I would split it five ways (aye, aye)
Buy Designer for my momma and a house by the bay (yuh, yuh)
Have my driver keep a choppa and a Glock on my waist (yuh)
Thirty bitches tryna holla get the fuck out my face (aye, aye)
Take a trip to Guatemala poppin bottles on the way (yuh, yuh)
Eat my dinner with the doctors lookin at me sideways (aye, what)
Used to be a window shopper, now we buy what’s in the paint (yuh, yuh)
Like we won the fuckin lotto, how we rockin nowadays (aye, aye)
If I made a million dollars, I would split it five ways (aye, aye)
Buy Designer for my momma and a house by the bay (yuh, yuh)
Have my driver keep a choppa and a Glock on my waist (yuh)
Thirty bitches tryna holla get the fuck out my face (aye, aye)
Take a trip to Guatemala poppin bottles on the way (yuh, yuh)
Eat my dinner with the doctors lookin at me sideways (aye, what)
Used to be a window shopper, now we buy what’s in the paint (yuh, yuh)
Like we won the fuckin lotto, how we rockin nowadays, aye