Millions
I want a million dollars in my back account
And I need it
Girls say a lot of things, I don't take the chance to see it
I don't try to believe it, I was running on a flag
I would never run for anything unless its for the bag
I'm riding drop top in my hometown on 59
I met an old girl, I would say she pretty nice
She got some pretty eyes, blue waves like an ocean
Took my heart and broke it when the ice was still frozen
Uh, I got the bag for you baby
Yeah, you know you still drive me crazy
Yeah, Lot of dollars coming daily
Movies and wine, swear we was too lazy yeah
Would you tell me what it do
I've been hurting for too long
Just tryna get you
And my body is sore and my temple go back
Take back the future to bring back the past
Like hold onto me
I'm not one to let go
And hold onto dreams
And come back to rest slow
40 million dollars, imma get it for you
Imma get it for us and what we gone do
3 years ballistic, living too fast
One minute answer to bring it right back
You got me fucked up, you got me in a strain
You got me fucked up and messed up in the brain
You are so patient, you know who I am
When they was all you hating, you don't give damn
I got the bag for you baby yeah
You know you still drive me crazy yeah
Lot of dollars coming daily
Movies and wine, swear we was too lazy yeah
And I need it
Girls say a lot of things, I don't take the chance to see it
I don't try to believe it, I was running on a flag
I would never run for anything unless its for the bag
I'm riding drop top in my hometown on 59
I met an old girl, I would say she pretty nice
She got some pretty eyes, blue waves like an ocean
Took my heart and broke it when the ice was still frozen
Uh, I got the bag for you baby
Yeah, you know you still drive me crazy
Yeah, Lot of dollars coming daily
Movies and wine, swear we was too lazy yeah
Would you tell me what it do
I've been hurting for too long
Just tryna get you
And my body is sore and my temple go back
Take back the future to bring back the past
Like hold onto me
I'm not one to let go
And hold onto dreams
And come back to rest slow
40 million dollars, imma get it for you
Imma get it for us and what we gone do
3 years ballistic, living too fast
One minute answer to bring it right back
You got me fucked up, you got me in a strain
You got me fucked up and messed up in the brain
You are so patient, you know who I am
When they was all you hating, you don't give damn
I got the bag for you baby yeah
You know you still drive me crazy yeah
Lot of dollars coming daily
Movies and wine, swear we was too lazy yeah
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Writer(s): Luke Wiemer
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