[Hook x2]

I be chasing a million

Fat back and my lady Brazilian

One day I be cruising in a X5

Money in the back and a girl on my left side

{Verse 1]

I'm just tryna make a million

Brown skin babe and her hair be Peruvian

Cruising round in my X5

Money in the back and the girl with the thick thighs

I'm a sick guy with my flick knife

A1 ain't gotta tell me to think twice

But I ain't on the road shit

I'm tryna make my money flip like a dolphin

Girls on the road wanna stop me for a chat

Give her ten seconds like I'm taking a snap

Coz I'm out here tryna double up my stack

I ain't going home coz my stack looking fat

I used to leave the hoiuse looking kind of bummy

Now they take this turn coz I'm married to this money

Nigga try and sleep with me and that weren't even funny

Now they wanna bus round me coz they end up getting honeys

[Hook x2]

I be chasing a million

Fat back and my lady Brazilian

One day I be cruising in a X5

Money in the back and a girl on my left side

[Verse 2]

Bad girl been telling me she like me (what?)

Uh uh, she could never be my wifey (no)

Need a ride or die girl beside me (real)

A girl with the ting in her bag to try and side me

Thick girl moving swift in my section

Ain't she, ain't got gigs but we flexing (yeah)

And let her boy try me I finesse him (trust)

I got money on my mind no need to be stressing

I got one ting called (?)

She (?) like Bradgelina

No talking when I meet her

It's only "Bye bye's" when I leave her

She be gassed over and moving like (?)

Spoke to her once now she's up in my ringtone

Told her how look at you go

Now this girl showed me how she do her lim(bo)

[Hook x2]

I be chasing a million

Fat back and my lady Brazilian

One day I be cruising in a X5

Money in the back and a girl on my left side

[Verse 3}

One day on the beach no stress

All my niggas so calm flexing in the white vest (ok)

I be chasing a mil

And a light skin lady coming from Brazil

Lock it off if that pussy boy vex me

Thick round back and her body kidna sexy

Batty so live, she moving so deadly

I told her back it up like she didn't have memory (yeah yeah)

But I'm focused on the paper

Killing every scene, I couldn't find a saviour

She ucked me kinda messy, I couldn't even name her

She on me kinda Messi, I couldn't even Neymar

Uh, won't catch me in Armani

But you gon' hold something if you fucking with our money

I just want a set pace no drama

Body like heaven, she a devil wearing Prada