Five Million Expedition

Big mud stompin' boots stick with the grime. Quickie's got the gadgets,

slick talkin' with the time. Duffle full of dreams but the seams still frayed.

Five milli in the crosshairs, debts gotta get paid. Mud moves heavy,

crushin' dirt in the night. Quickie zippin' through the shadows, pockets keepin' it

tight. They plottin' schemes in the back of a rusted out ride,

maps folded, hands callused, ambition worldwide. Five million on the line,

that's the mission, no slippin'. Mud and Quickie on the grind, expedition stay rippin'.

New life in the sights, we gonna reign supreme. Ain't no stoppin'