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million dollar line - abgr lil cory & bally baby lyrics

[intro]
(mama, zachary makin’ beats again)
(oh, lord, jetson made another one)

[chorus: bally baby & abgr lil cory]
this a payphone, not a play phone, million*dollar line
give a f*ck how rich i’m is, bally still wouldn’t drop a dime
n*ggas out here droppin’ salt like that sh*t gon’ k!ll a player
n*ggas don’t want swing a door, they don’t even know how to work a scale
ayy, i hit the jeweler with the re*up, spent a ticket, you could tell
i got rich off sellin’ grams, four*four*eight, never did no scams
i can’t do no beefin’ with no n*gga only rich on instagram
n*ggas actin’ like they plugs, still shoppin’ on telegram

[verse 1: bally baby]
jugg ’til the vacuum sealer broke, i don’t know nothin’ but up the score
goyard filled with honey buns, i did ten tens in a row
thirteen*fifty for balenci’, you won’t see me in saucony
n*ggas still ain’t got a dub, these lil’ n*ggas fried bologna (what the f*ck?)

[verse 2: abgr lil cory]
them boys rats, but i been hood, only callin’ me big homie
i pull off in somethin’ fast, it got two seats, you hear the motor
yeah, the box just landed, i ain’t bust it open, i just smell the odor
nothin’ but a1 in the trap, you lil’ n*ggas sellin’ bullsh*t
[chorus: bally baby & abgr lil cory]
this a payphone, not a play phone, million*dollar line
give a f*ck how rich i’m is, bally still wouldn’t drop a dime
n*ggas out here droppin’ salt like that sh*t gon’ k!ll a player
n*ggas don’t want swing a door, they don’t even know how to work a scale
ayy, i hit the jeweler with the re*up, spent a ticket, you could tell
i got rich off sellin’ grams, four*four*eight, never did no scams
i can’t do no beefin’ with no n*gga only rich on instagram
n*ggas actin’ like they plugs, still shoppin’ on telegram

[verse 3: bally baby]
fly these bags, buy you chanaynay, fine sh*t say she love her bag
told her, “b*tch, i’m just like you, i feel the same way ’bout this cash”
n*ggas f*ckin’ up they re*up, glasses store, they still couldn’t see us
cuban bust, ain’t tryna link up, drippin’ like i f*cked the sink up

[verse 4: abgr lil cory]
jewelry fightin’, ike and tina, yeah, they hate, they wanna be us
money stackin’ ’til my knees up, ice on me like a freezer
ballin’ like a motherf*cker, n*ggas lost, they tryna keep up
all these racks, they got my pockets swole, they keep my britches up

- abgr lil cory bally baby lyrics

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