Lyrics G Herbo – Visionary

I’m a millionaire
And I saw this shit through so I’m a visionary
Look up hustler you see my face in the dictionary
Remember the only paper in my hand was an obituary

Now here I go off perc
Nigga what’s the controversy
Probably would’ve been your daddy had the condom burst
But don’t mention my fuckin name I don’t want that drama emergin’
While yall niggas on it I’ll text everybody where your house at and tell them to purge it
One day imma buy my bitch a berkin
I gotta stay on my grind, shit I gotta stay workin
There’s at least a dub calling all my line, because your bitch is twerkin
What you want a Turkey?
Your tryna get this shit and ain’t loyal than this
Fuck you want, some mercy?
What you on a percy?
And you say those 15s ain’t doing nothing for you, what you on a 30
You got that gold on and you got souls gonna go, fuck you think you Xerxes
Ain’t no submitting it if you want my spot bitch gotta murk me

I’m a millionaire
And I saw this shit through so I’m a visionary
Look up hustler you see my face in the dictionary
Remember the only paper in my hand was an obituary

I’m in the booth knock that out
I got a verse for 30
Still keep a perc or something in my lil pocket I pop case of emergencies
And it get held I pull out this little rocket
Clock in the sizzock knock your little shit outta it
Play in the street tryna get every bit out of it
And the connect I finessed a little brick out of it
Trap going brazy I just had to sit on it
That shit gon get at it
Chopper going brazy We going brazy
The cops keep on raiding it but don’t get shit out of it

I been running with my dogs (I been running with my dogs)
So you know there’s licks involved
All I know is get rich that’s all
Blow 20 k with my bitch that’s all
Hit the acres I ain’t been to phipps in a long
You know I leave around tips and bones
One chain look like a 60 ball
I call your bitch like 6 in the morning
After I leave her leave that bitch alone
Block up on my cell phone

I’m a millionaire
And I saw this shit through so I’m a visionary
Look up hustler you see my face in the dictionary
Remember the only paper in my hand was an obituary
I wasn’t never scare (ooh)
I wasn’t never worried
I was shootin that bitch every time I touched it like Stephen Curry
Summer time when I popped little nigga that was my anniversary
Had a curse reversed it
Hit the booth it’s an emergency
I got a verse for 30
I’m a visionary