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Million Dollar Trap Lyrics by Rick Ross & Meek Mill, from the album “Too Good To Be True“, music has been produced by ATL Jacob, Hendrix Smoke & Ayo Sim, and Million Dollar Trap song lyrics are penned down by Rick Ross, Meek Mill, ATL Jacob, Hendrix Smoke & Ayo Sim.
Million Dollar Trap Lyrics
Back drawin’ again
ATL Jacob, he a f*ckin’ millionnaire
Party at the penthouse
Tell them hoes, “If you ain’t f*ckin’, y’all gotta get out”
Yeah
Ownership, this ain’t no rent out
We ain’t flashin’ no guns
These ni**as gon’ die, we pull that stick out
I ain’t tryna throw no ones, tryin’ to take a bitch home, and pay her rent out
Ni**a ain’t really nobody, you turn into a body if I put a hit out
Twin bad bitches in a lobby waitin’ for me, I gotta slip out
Heavenly shit on my body, I’m like a virgin who ain’t been out
Godly
Shorty had surprised me, she said she wanted molly
I keep on swipin’ this black card, they keep on checkin’ my ID
Most these ni**as, they act hard, ’til shit turn to a robbery
Got real shooters in my backyard and rain things like Kyrie, okay
One of my hoes wanted bread for some water, I sent her to Bali
My hood lil’ bitch ain’t never seen nothin’, get happy when we go to Hibachis
Tracker on the car, I move so quick, so fast they can’t even find me
Back on your door, got Southside henchmen that’s with me, get real, real slimey
Huh, I’ma give these ni**as somethin’ they can talk about, okay
My young ni**a put on ‘levens just to walk ’em down, okay
Once you say it’s up, it’s nothin’ we can talk about, no way
If he hate too much, or pose a threat, I tell my young boys, “Spray”
Party at the penthouse
Tell them hoes, “If you ain’t f*ckin’, y’all gotta get out”
Yeah
Ownership, this ain’t no rent out (Biggest)
We ain’t flashin’ no guns
These ni**as gon’ die, we pull that stick out (Han)
Break the lab, walk in the jeweler just to pick up bags
Caught a feelin’ and spent a million on your fickle ass
In the bed, I’m gettin’ head with my pen and pad
Winnipeg, arm and a leg when in my candy rag
Seated throne, I feel at home with my Nia Long (Yes)
Smell like money when you around me, so it’s free cologne
Rich as f*ck, to keep it real, bitch, I need some more (More)
Friend or foe, the way I’m movin’, will I live to know? (Know)
Am I pinnacle? No (No)
Am I cynical? Yes (Yes)
Am I swimmin’ in dope? (Dope)
Can you get it for less? (Less)
It’s too good to be true (True), word, so call me collect (Yes)
Hoes in Coconut Grove, I like callin’ for sex
Biggest
Party at the penthouse
Tell them hoes, “If you ain’t f*ckin’, y’all gotta get out”
Yeah
Ownership, this ain’t no rent out
We ain’t flashin’ no guns
These ni**as gon’ die, we pull that stick out
SONG INFO:
Song: Million Dollar Trap
Artist: Rick Ross & Meek Mill
Album: Too Good To Be True (2023)
Music: ATL Jacob, Hendrix Smoke & Ayo Sim
Lyrics: Rick Ross, Meek Mill, ATL Jacob, Hendrix Smoke & Ayo Sim
