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

Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm

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

Ah-ah