HALF A MILLI – Song and Lyrics by 2KBABY

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Discover the poetic beauty in ‘HALF A MILLI’ by 2KBABY. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 2KBABY or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

Half a milli’ in the bank, yeah
Half a milli’ in the bank, yeah
Half a milli’ in the bank, yeah

Half a milli’ in the bank
This shit ain’t really what you think, I miss all my niggas
I crack the seal to ease the pain
You never really seen the rain (yeah), I need seven figures
I’m tryna bust up out the bank
Too quick to bust a nigga brain, these niggas ain’t with it
You best to stay up in your lane
Unless you dying for a name, my brother, forget it
He said, “F*ck it, drop a couple dollars”
I went and copped a lot of choppas, then called all my shottas
They quick to bust a nigga papa
Don’t give a f*ck about the problem, my niggas like, “Nada”
They pull up, let it go to dah-dah
The choppa go dah-dah-dah-dah-dah
Dah-dah-dah, dah-dah-dah-dah
Tell me when a nigga holla
I’ll put them killas on his collar and get him up out of there

‘Member I ain’t have a clue, uh, uh
They weren’t fuckin’ with me
I whip the Infinity like a new coupe, uh, uh
I ain’t have a penny
And now I got enemies ’cause I got juice
Tell them niggas come send for me, I’m in the booth
Money just like a centipede, that be the truth
No, you can’t be a friend to me, no, we’re not cool, uh
Bitch, I’m the sickest, this lean got me trippin’
Keep sippin’ this sip in the deuce, uh
Nigga be dissin’ today in a mission
Got chicken, I sent to the troops, uh
Now this lil’ nigga got juice
I was fresh out of school pullin’ up in the coupe
If they wanna slide through, tell that boy, “Bust a move”
I’ll be stuck in the booth tryna sell you the truth, uh

Half a milli’ in the bank
This shit ain’t really what you think, I miss all my niggas
I crack the seal to ease the pain
You never really seen the rain, I need seven figures
I’m tryna bust up out the bank
Too quick to bust a nigga brain, these niggas ain’t with it
You best to stay up in your lane
Unless you dying for a name, my brother, forget it
He said, “F*ck it, drop a couple dollars”
I went and copped a lot of choppas, then called all my shottas
They quick to bust a nigga papa
Don’t give a f*ck about the problem, my niggas like, “Nada”
They pull up, let it go to dah-dah
The choppa go dah-dah-dah-dah-dah
Dah-dah-dah, dah-dah-dah-dah
Tell me when a nigga holla
I’ll put them killas on his collar and get him up out of there

I’ll put them killas all on your collar like a polo, yeah
Now them hittas all on your ass, nigga, no homo, huh
Hit a nigga in the chest like he caught a pass, nigga, I’m Tony Romo, huh
I’m in the Aston four-door, I’m in my bag, Manolo, huh
If they ain’t with that cash, then no go
That money came with some problems
I came in with my choppa, I got a whole lot of y’all
I’m a real Don Dada, yeah
I can get the boy out of there, out of there, out of there
Oh, rock the lil’ baby to sleep, rockin’ chair
Gettin’ bruh to spin, hell if I care
Pour a whole four in a root beer
I got six carats in both ears
I say whole mill’, ain’t lyin’
Half a mill’ in my neck, half in my hand
Half a mill’ in my mouth
Half the time can’t even tell what a nigga sayin’
Half a mill’ to put the shark online
Half a mill’ in that big duffel bag
Half a mill’ to make him hit his own man
Yeah, uh

Half a milli’ in the bank
This shit ain’t really what you think, I miss all my niggas
I crack the seal to ease the pain
You never really seen the rain, I need seven figures
I’m tryna bust up out the bank
Too quick to bust a nigga brain, these niggas ain’t with it
You best to stay up in your lane
Unless you dying for a name, my brother, forget it
He said, “F*ck it, drop a couple dollars”
I went and copped a lot of choppas, then called all my shottas
They quick to bust a nigga papa
Don’t give a f*ck about the problem, my niggas like, “Nada”
They pull up, let it go to dah-dah
The choppa go dah-dah-dah-dah-dah
Dah-dah-dah, dah-dah-dah-dah
Tell me when a nigga holla
I’ll put them killas on his collar and get him up out of there