Orange Millie
Jeeez!
More on the money,I'm talkin bout pistols,ya'll finally listen
Told on my momma,I'm sellin these bags,never goin to prison
Rao like Drizzy,I'm rappin bout money,like these are my reason
Went to the store,they call it the Gucci,I got all the season
Shootin yo brother,I'm fuckin yo daughter,she gid me that brain
Want me a Rollie,I bought me a Richie,they tellin thats plain
300K on my wrist,I jump in the game,I know I'm insane
Hold on you pistol,I'm holdin my glock,so where you gon aim?
Broke ass bitch wanna chase that shit they be callin the fame
More of this money,I'm being so real,we cant be the same
Jeeez!
Yeah
More on the money,I'm talkin bout pistols,ya'll finally listen
Told on my momma,I'm sellin these bags,never goin to prison
Rao like Drizzy,I'm rappin bout money,like these are my reason
Went to the store,they call it the Gucci,I got all the season
Shootin yo brother,I'm fuckin yo daughter,she gid me that brain
Want me a Rollie,I bought me a Richie,they tellin thats plain
300K on my wrist,I jump in the game,I know I'm insane
Hold on you pistol,I'm holdin my glock,so where you gon aim?
Broke ass bitch wanna chase that shit they be callin the fame
More of this money,I'm being so real,we cant be the same
Jeeez!
More on the money,I'm talkin bout pistols,ya'll finally listen
Told on my momma,I'm sellin these bags,never goin to prison
Rao like Drizzy,I'm rappin bout money,like these are my reason
Went to the store,they call it the Gucci,I got all the season
Shootin yo brother,I'm fuckin yo daughter,she gid me that brain
Want me a Rollie,I bought me a Richie,they tellin thats plain
300K on my wrist,I jump in the game,I know I'm insane
Hold on you pistol,I'm holdin my glock,so where you gon aim?
Broke ass bitch wanna chase that shit they be callin the fame
More of this money,I'm being so real,we cant be the same
Jeeez!
Yeah
More on the money,I'm talkin bout pistols,ya'll finally listen
Told on my momma,I'm sellin these bags,never goin to prison
Rao like Drizzy,I'm rappin bout money,like these are my reason
Went to the store,they call it the Gucci,I got all the season
Shootin yo brother,I'm fuckin yo daughter,she gid me that brain
Want me a Rollie,I bought me a Richie,they tellin thats plain
300K on my wrist,I jump in the game,I know I'm insane
Hold on you pistol,I'm holdin my glock,so where you gon aim?
Broke ass bitch wanna chase that shit they be callin the fame
More of this money,I'm being so real,we cant be the same
Jeeez!
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Writer(s): Oliver Csikhon
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