Millions In Cash - Mike Zombie, Trev Rich

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What would you do?

Yeah, gotta ask though, yeah I do

Gotta ask that, yeah gotta ask though

Gotta ask, gotta ask though

What would you do for a million in cash?

What would you do for a million in cash?

What would you do for a million in cash?

What would you do for a million in cash?

What would you do for a million in cash?

What would you do for a million in cash?

What would you do for a million in cash?

What would you do for a million in cash?

I grew up a fuckin' screw up

I grew up off oodles of noodles, PB & J sandwiches with the syrup

Busy gettin' rich wasn’t interested in who was?

Mister softee come around, he ain’t stoppin' for no one

Me Latney and Errik was probably all in your new truck

Taking all your valuables, we was looking to come up

Karma was nonexistent and we ain’t give two fucks

Shit that you gotta remember, I remember

Going with my mama to the store

Asking for the toys, she said no

That’s why I go hard for my youngin

So she can get anything she want

Brown paper bag, money nope

Need that tax free, fuck Uncle Samuel

Need that type of money where I’m never goin' broke

I need that type of money where I’m never goin' broke

I know, what you would do for a million cash

You would probably get out of character fast

Somebody is gonna get stabbed in the back

Is that what it takes for you to get this cash

What would you do for a trillion cash?

Probably would run up and kill my dumb ass

Kill my dumb ass, so I ask

What would you do?

Yeah, gotta ask that, yeah I do

Gotta ask that, yeah gotta ask though

Gotta ask, gotta ask though

What would you do for a million in cash?

What would you do for a million in cash?

What would you do for a million in cash?

What would you do for a million in cash?

What would you do for a million in cash?

What would you do for a million in cash?

What would you do for a million in cash?

What would you do for a million in cash?

For that million cash, I’d probably kill your dumb ass

You right, just to shed a little light

I’m lyin', but there’s plenty who gon' think on that

So even in your own city watch your own back, on that

For millys we fingerfucking them triggers

And for Bennys these bitches lovin' these niggas

Especially for the figures their parents ain’t never gon' see

You either fuckin' or gettin' fucked, what’s it gon' be?

My hitters on deck

It’s something like they cussin' at the ref how they tryna get a TEC boy

And got me feeling like Weezy

When it comes to a milly, a milly, vanilly

From city to city we stack it up to the ceiling, you feel me?

To the point the only choice is the damn doors

Money ain’t everything but it got the fam through it

Cause when you get to a certain status it’s hard to trust a bitch

So fuck it, I’m bringing sand to it

I’m just speaking hypothetically

You tellin' me the same niggas I bail out could try to bail on me?

Man law, when it comes to loyalty, that’s a felony

I leave the club with a couple curves like the letter B

Cause in the money she trust, and in the money he trust

We wasn’t born with no trust, I mean some of us fucked

But nigga come try your luck

What would you do?

Yeah, gotta ask though, yeah I do

Gotta ask that, yeah gotta ask though

Gotta ask, gotta ask though

What would you do for a million in cash?

What would you do for a million in cash?

What would you do for a million in cash?

What would you do for a million in cash?

What would you do for a million in cash?

What would you do for a million in cash?

What would you do for a million in cash?

What would you do for a million in cash?

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What would you do?

Yeah, gotta ask though, yeah I do

Gotta ask that, yeah gotta ask though