Millionaire Mullet
Million-dollar smile, million-dollar mullet
(Banger, banger, banger...)
Uh, ayy
Only smile when the camera's out
Diamonds dancin' when the candle's out
Diamonds twinkle, yellow jewels look like Twinkies
Two tube-socks filled up with Benjamin Franklins
The bank teller give me a hundred thousand cash in 10K increments (Goddamn, goddamn)
Jody Husky cleaned off his Mink in the Versace sink, yuh
Me and Chief Keef bought a Lamborghini at the same time, jinx!
Benjamin Frankenstein, the fireplace smells like frankincense
Log cabin with a hammock in the triple story treehouse, uh
There's a walkway from tree to tree
Wobbles when you walk across like an Ewok
Seafoam mint skies, now I'm in Seattle like a Seahawk
Brian Bosworth on the activist AstroTurf
Nobody's perfect on this Earth's surface, but I'm glad to be of service
I don't like online shopping, I'd rather purchase in person
RiFF!
Further you scroll, the higher I get (I get higher now)
Louder song in my set, the better she get (I get higher now)
Only thing keep locked, that's your bra
You don't wanna pop pills (I don't wanna pop pills, you don't wanna pop pills)
Further you scroll, the higher I get (I get higher now)
Louder song in my set, the better she get (I get higher now)
Only thing keep locked, that's your bra
You don't wanna pop pills (I don't wanna pop pills homie da)
They hated on me, dropout
But look at you with the mop out
All the girls call me Papa
I pull up (just like that), then I hop out
Think I'm fake or a cutout (What? Yeah)
People faint with a blackout (Yeah)
All my gang gets a shoutout
If you stuck then you wallow (Sheesh)
Coming straight from the 3 4 5
I want to pop them bigots, the weakest kind
It's so dark as fuck, but my coke so white
I think they racist fucks, I'll make 'em blind (Uh)
I usually don't care how I look, it's not Fashion Week at Paris (Yep)
Coming up with dumb excuses just to ignore my parents (Yep)
Saving money, I'm too cheap for vacation islands (Yep)
And I'm working day and night, this man got thousand talents
So much credit on the street, I could serve it with my feet
As we enter VIP, then I peak on LSD (Wheee)
I came to judge, I left impressed (I came to judge, I left impressed)
Let me get it off my chest
What you doin'? What? Wha- What you doin' now?
What you doin'? What? Wha- What you doin' now?
What you doin'? What? Wha- What you doin' now?
What you doin'? What? Wha- What you doin' now?
(I get higher now, I get higher now)
(I get higher now, I get higher now)
Further you scroll, the higher I get (I get higher now)
Louder song in my set, the better she get (I get higher now)
Only thing keep locked, that's your bra
You don't wanna pop pills (I don't wanna pop pills, I don't wanna)
Further you scroll, the higher I get (I get higher now)
Louder song in my set, the better she get (I get higher now)
Only thing keep locked, that's your bra (Yeah)
You don't wanna pop pills (I don't wanna pop pills, I don't wanna)
Further you scroll, the higher I get
Louder song in my set, the better she get
Only thing keep locked, that's your bra
You don't wanna pop pills (Pills)
(Banger, banger, banger...)
Uh, ayy
Only smile when the camera's out
Diamonds dancin' when the candle's out
Diamonds twinkle, yellow jewels look like Twinkies
Two tube-socks filled up with Benjamin Franklins
The bank teller give me a hundred thousand cash in 10K increments (Goddamn, goddamn)
Jody Husky cleaned off his Mink in the Versace sink, yuh
Me and Chief Keef bought a Lamborghini at the same time, jinx!
Benjamin Frankenstein, the fireplace smells like frankincense
Log cabin with a hammock in the triple story treehouse, uh
There's a walkway from tree to tree
Wobbles when you walk across like an Ewok
Seafoam mint skies, now I'm in Seattle like a Seahawk
Brian Bosworth on the activist AstroTurf
Nobody's perfect on this Earth's surface, but I'm glad to be of service
I don't like online shopping, I'd rather purchase in person
RiFF!
Further you scroll, the higher I get (I get higher now)
Louder song in my set, the better she get (I get higher now)
Only thing keep locked, that's your bra
You don't wanna pop pills (I don't wanna pop pills, you don't wanna pop pills)
Further you scroll, the higher I get (I get higher now)
Louder song in my set, the better she get (I get higher now)
Only thing keep locked, that's your bra
You don't wanna pop pills (I don't wanna pop pills homie da)
They hated on me, dropout
But look at you with the mop out
All the girls call me Papa
I pull up (just like that), then I hop out
Think I'm fake or a cutout (What? Yeah)
People faint with a blackout (Yeah)
All my gang gets a shoutout
If you stuck then you wallow (Sheesh)
Coming straight from the 3 4 5
I want to pop them bigots, the weakest kind
It's so dark as fuck, but my coke so white
I think they racist fucks, I'll make 'em blind (Uh)
I usually don't care how I look, it's not Fashion Week at Paris (Yep)
Coming up with dumb excuses just to ignore my parents (Yep)
Saving money, I'm too cheap for vacation islands (Yep)
And I'm working day and night, this man got thousand talents
So much credit on the street, I could serve it with my feet
As we enter VIP, then I peak on LSD (Wheee)
I came to judge, I left impressed (I came to judge, I left impressed)
Let me get it off my chest
What you doin'? What? Wha- What you doin' now?
What you doin'? What? Wha- What you doin' now?
What you doin'? What? Wha- What you doin' now?
What you doin'? What? Wha- What you doin' now?
(I get higher now, I get higher now)
(I get higher now, I get higher now)
Further you scroll, the higher I get (I get higher now)
Louder song in my set, the better she get (I get higher now)
Only thing keep locked, that's your bra
You don't wanna pop pills (I don't wanna pop pills, I don't wanna)
Further you scroll, the higher I get (I get higher now)
Louder song in my set, the better she get (I get higher now)
Only thing keep locked, that's your bra (Yeah)
You don't wanna pop pills (I don't wanna pop pills, I don't wanna)
Further you scroll, the higher I get
Louder song in my set, the better she get
Only thing keep locked, that's your bra
You don't wanna pop pills (Pills)
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Writer(s): 0, Horst Christian Simco, Rock Georges, Tomas Tammemets
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