Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Million Dollar Trips , by - Soulja Boy. Song from the album Big Soulja, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 19.02.2017
Record label: SODMG
Song language: English
Million Dollar Trips |
| Ridin in a new foreign whip |
| You a fuck boy nigga, I’ll empty out the clip |
| In that drop-top wraith, smokin' dope I’m wit' the shit |
| I empty out the Draco know I keep the thirty-clip |
| Right wrist cost fifty, know my bracelet worth a brick |
| I’m in the kitchen with the chickens know I’m water whippin' shit |
| I’m havin' bricks of the Actavis, two hunned' for a zip |
| I be hustlin' every day I’m takin' million dollar trips |
| Million dollar trips, in and out I’m hand to hand |
| Trigger finger off the draco, his bitch is my biggest fan |
| If you disrespect draco we gon' air it out again |
| I’m havin bricks, I’m havin Pesos, niggas know I’m gettin' it in |
| And I jumped out that coupe, bitch I’m bout to whip a ten |
| I’m havin' birds, havin' pigeons, havin' chickens, havin' hens |
| Last nigga tried draco, he won’t do that shit again |
| I’m in the kitchen whippin' bricks nigga, jumpin' out the gym |
| Ballin' on these fuck niggas, I just broke the rim |
| I’m in that I-8, that 30 on my lap I really dip |
| The draco shooters, they pull up, pop yo ass just like a pill |
| And if you really know big soulja, I been rich before the deal |
| (Gang!) |
| Ridin in a new foreign whip |
| You a fuck boy nigga, I’ll empty out the clip |
| In that drop-top wraith, smokin' dope I’m wit' the shit |
| I empty out the Draco know I keep the thirty-clip |
| Right wrist cost fifty, know my bracelet worth a brick |
| I’m in the kitchen with the chickens know I’m water whippin' shit |
| I’m havin' bricks of the Actavis, two hunned' for a zip |
| I be hustlin' every day I’m takin' million dollar trips |
| Front do' broad day with the draco |
| Really cappin' hard for the Pesos |
| Bad bitch fell in love with my lingo |
| I’m havin' the plug out in Puerto Rico |
| Black machine gun, shoot through the peephole |
| Cuban link, 30 below zero |
| Pinkie ring, it be sub-zero |
| Shoot with the FNN then I reload |
| Sell a brick, get it gone pronto |
| I whip up a brick, wit' the pint, servin' combos |
| In the kitchen, hit the pot with my elbow |
| Mini mac-11 make a drumroll |
| Runnin' wit that sack, I can’t fumble |
| Puttin' cocaine in the figure fold |
| I came up from trappin' and cappin' on Simpson Road |
| Two M’s stashed at the bando |
| Bathin' ape, ski mask at the front do' |
| Run up the M’s, they already know |
| Swerve in the bentley coupe down figaro |
| Drop the top wit' the draco, then I reload |
| Hollow tips, keep a lotta ammo |
| Lay in a nigga grass like I’m rambo |
| Draco bullets burn like a candle |
| Soulja boy telecommando |
| Ridin in a new foreign whip |
| You a fuck boy nigga, I’ll empty out the clip |
| In that drop-top wraith, smokin' dope I’m wit' the shit |
| I empty out the Draco know I keep the thirty-clip |
| Right wrist cost fifty, know my bracelet worth a brick |
| I’m in the kitchen with the chickens know I’m water whippin' shit |
| I’m havin' bricks of the Actavis, two hunned' for a zip |
| I be hustlin' every day I’m takin' million dollar trips |