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Allstar Jr - Million Dolla Thoughts 2 Lyrics

[Intro]
(Welcome to Get a Bag Records)
(Chill going crazy)
(Look out, Veno)
(Veno gon' cook up, he mix the ingredients)
(Let's get a bag)

[Chorus]
Show me the money, you can't show me no love
Nigga, I used to wash my clothes in the tub
My hands tired, I can't throw you a slug
Nigga, I used to wash my clothes in the tub
Show me the money, you can't show me no love
Nigga, I used to wash my clothes in the tub
My hands tired, I can't throw you a slug
Nigga, I used to wash my clothes in the— ha, ha

[Verse]
Ayy, I took my two to the head like they was two to the leg
You ain't get the job done, boy, you stupid as hell
In the 'spital thinkin', "Fuck I'm finna do with a friend?
Where I'm goin' when I bounce back, the booth or the feds?"
Seen so many hams get on and blow the chicken
If I catch a body, my nigga gon' blow the witness
Love my nigga Mitch, we been out here on them missions
Niggas throwin' ones, I'm the one, so I'm throwin' fifties
You never made contact, bro, you just a contact
Taggin' three hoes that live in the same complex
Besides that, it's combat, spin 'round with chopsticks
Flip a nigga, Comcast, dropped so many slidin' past
Trappin' on the mainline soon as this 'caine dry
When my nigga Kane died, I knew it was game time
Blues leave a nigga bloody, I ain't throwin' gang signs
Fin put you in the air with Zach LaVine hangtime
Tapped in, get my strap in, grabbin' the backend
Te-Te love a nigga, you think I'm fuckin' a crackhead?
Nothin' for a nigga, your pockets'll make you have friends
Then they get to beggin', these niggas worse than the crackheads
I don't be in niggas' faces, got my own zone
Got some P's yesterday, them bitches long gone
Bro like ET in the joint, he wanna phone home
They in the field throwin' bullets, my nigga, go long
Thug preacher, don't love 'til the love even
Love leavin', niggas hate when the love need 'em
Blood leakin', cuz hit, blood screamin'
Hear him loud and clear, K louder than club speakers
Niggas tryna get into it, they ain't been gettin' to it
Get a phone, get to groovin', boy, I got some shit that's boomin'
I'm puttin' money on any human, you niggas stupid
Spendin' money ain't get to coochie, niggas be losers
Miami nights, I'm with your ho, Miami lights, I'm blowin' smoke
Miami Vice, boy, you the folks, this street shit ain't no joke
I turn one circle into four, Miami ice, get on that coke
Keep a rifle on that floor if you got ice around, just know
'Cause now these lil' hoes be like, "Let's get lit with this nigga
Neck flick on this nigga, couple bricks for his glitter"
Come raw dog, probably'll bill on this nigga
When that switch hit six niggas, it ain't shit to split, nigga
[Chorus]
Show me the money, you can't show me no love
Nigga, I used to wash my clothes in the tub
My hands tired, I can't throw you a slug
Nigga, I used to wash my clothes in the tub
Show me the money, you can't show me no love
Nigga, I used to wash my clothes in the tub
My hands tired, I can't throw you a slug
Nigga, I used to wash my clothes in the— ha, ha