(All Money In)
Yeah, real shit
(Cookin' Soul)
(A million, a million, million, a million
A million, a million, million, a million)

I got my mind on a million 'fore I turn twenty-six
But that's just what it costs for that condo at the Ritz
I got this European belt, belt, European bitch
Ever seen an African in a European whip?
I got my top off in traffic playin' this, got 'em pissed
Police hot, 'cause my operation's legit, suck my dick
All my life they've been shootin', thank God they missed, I'm convinced
That I'm here for a reason, it don't make sense, how they miss?
All my niggas is gone, but I still exist, I exist
So I got on my knees and I told him this, I repent

One in a million, a million, million, a million
This real talk
One in a million, a million, million, a million
A nigga made it

I got my first hundred thousand 'fore I turned twenty-two
And then I went to jail for some shit I did not do
Them niggas think it's rap, huh, 'til bullets make 'em back up
Know I'm amped in movies bro, but I am not no actor
Way before these contracts, I knew I was all that
Bet she say Nip Hussle if you ask her where that bomb at
She don't even smoke weed, she's just high off contact (All Money In)
Way before I launched that I understood the concept
Got it from my bro-bro, never drove a six-four
Used to push that Cut' dog, but now I drive that Benzo
I don't got no girlfriend, 'cause baby I'm against those
We say that we just friends, but really know that

It's one in a million, million, a million
A million, a million, million, a million
Oh yeah, Hussle
One in a-
A million
A million, a million, million, a million
A million, a million, million, a million
A million (All Money In)