Million Dollar Trap Song Lyrics

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Song:– Million Dollar Trap
Singer:– Rick Ross & Meek Mill
Album:– Too Good To Be True
Producer:– Fresh Ayr & D-Mo (Prod)
Written:– Rick Ross & Meek Mill

Million Dollar Trap Lyrics Rick Ross & Meek Mill

[Intro : Meek Mill & Future]
Back drawin’ again
ATL Jacob, he a fuckin’ millionnaire

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
Party at the penthouse
Tell them hoes, “If you ain’t fuckin’, y’all gotta get out”
Yeah
Ownership, this ain’t no rent out
We ain’t flashin’ no guns
These niggas gon’ die, we pull that stick out

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I ain’t tryna throw no ones, tryin’ to take a bitch home, and pay her rent out
Nigga 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 niggas, 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 niggas somethin’ they can talk about, okay
My young nigga 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”

[Chorus: Meek Mill & Rick Ross]
Party at the penthouse
Tell them hoes, “If you ain’t fuckin’, y’all gotta get out”
Yeah
Ownership, this ain’t no rent out (Biggest)
We ain’t flashin’ no guns
These niggas gon’ die, we pull that stick out (Han)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
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 fuck, 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