Millions (feat. Veeze & LUCKI)
We was raised to be-, we was raised to believe one was the first number (M.O.B. Waddup)
But million is the first number (man)
That's where I'ma start counting from (man)
You earn your money, I burn mine
My Backwood smell like burnt opps
You better come ready, we bangin' it out
Just told her my name, she sayin' it loud
I cover my pain with syrup lines
So high, my view bird-eye
I told her I'm rich, she heard me now
I never got A's, I'm nerdy now
All these drugs, they make my heart beat fast, I'm damn near carried out
All these sons, I must got baby mamas that I ain't heard about
Got white boys like Robin Thicke, nigga, we servin' blurred lines
N-, don't call my phone for -, got no work, I served mine
I can't even hide the blick, - too big, my pants tight
Give me the pint, I'm pourin' it dark, - look just like midnight
Me and Veeze in a GLS, we gon' drive that - like a Track'
I - her one time, she keep callin' my phone, come get your -, she a pistol
Got a Steph Curry on my chest, this a 30-piece, lil' -, that's no Jeff
When the messages end, you get up and grind every day, -, ain't no rest
Give 'em faceshots, ain't no vest, sellin' dog, I ain't mate no pits
I got the money, but don't got the time, this - don't make no sense
We keep matchin' line after line, we could've paid your rent
Come through, tryna tax us like we lame, we gotta take that -
Go to war anywhere, -, take your pick
Bump stock on the chop make the Draco spit
Coach Bando, I really can call the plays, send my lil' - to blitz
F- all the fame, I really don't care 'bout a name, I really just wanna be rich
Me and Sauce in an SVR, we'll treat this bitch like a 'Cat
Me and Sauce just matched a four, we gon' play like it's Act'
I hate a - that call my phone whenever I post some racks
Pint of Trish smell like Patrón, but Hi-Tech comin' back
I don't wanna do no raps, I could've sworn you paid to act
Made her take me back, do her dirty, fade to black
I don't wanna do no raps, I could've sworn you paid to act
Made her take me back, do her dirty, fade to black
I want some more money, - the summer up
They cute, but they can't come with us
In a two-door 'Cat, not a runner-up
I'll trust her far as I can throw her if I'm dumb enough
Still woke, depend on what I'm pourin', then I'm showin' up
It's really simple
I used to be a robber, I could've got it from my mama
At odds with myself, but my - think she the problem
Demon child under my belt, broke her down, she need God
I be thinkin' 'bout seein' tomorrow, I feel too damn high this time
Chantelle said I'm lyin', but lil' Casey know I'm tryin'
Najee callin' my phone, but I'm in the zoo, mixed with lions
Now that I showed her weakness, I can't help it but mistreat her
I just want a slut for now, but lil' - a keeper
I been shoppin' in my Chrome glasses tryna fuck a teacher
A few thousand people sold out, next year, an arena
Me and Sauce in an SVR, we'll treat this - like a 'Cat
Me and Sauce just matched a four, we gon' play like it's Act'
But million is the first number (man)
That's where I'ma start counting from (man)
You earn your money, I burn mine
My Backwood smell like burnt opps
You better come ready, we bangin' it out
Just told her my name, she sayin' it loud
I cover my pain with syrup lines
So high, my view bird-eye
I told her I'm rich, she heard me now
I never got A's, I'm nerdy now
All these drugs, they make my heart beat fast, I'm damn near carried out
All these sons, I must got baby mamas that I ain't heard about
Got white boys like Robin Thicke, nigga, we servin' blurred lines
N-, don't call my phone for -, got no work, I served mine
I can't even hide the blick, - too big, my pants tight
Give me the pint, I'm pourin' it dark, - look just like midnight
Me and Veeze in a GLS, we gon' drive that - like a Track'
I - her one time, she keep callin' my phone, come get your -, she a pistol
Got a Steph Curry on my chest, this a 30-piece, lil' -, that's no Jeff
When the messages end, you get up and grind every day, -, ain't no rest
Give 'em faceshots, ain't no vest, sellin' dog, I ain't mate no pits
I got the money, but don't got the time, this - don't make no sense
We keep matchin' line after line, we could've paid your rent
Come through, tryna tax us like we lame, we gotta take that -
Go to war anywhere, -, take your pick
Bump stock on the chop make the Draco spit
Coach Bando, I really can call the plays, send my lil' - to blitz
F- all the fame, I really don't care 'bout a name, I really just wanna be rich
Me and Sauce in an SVR, we'll treat this bitch like a 'Cat
Me and Sauce just matched a four, we gon' play like it's Act'
I hate a - that call my phone whenever I post some racks
Pint of Trish smell like Patrón, but Hi-Tech comin' back
I don't wanna do no raps, I could've sworn you paid to act
Made her take me back, do her dirty, fade to black
I don't wanna do no raps, I could've sworn you paid to act
Made her take me back, do her dirty, fade to black
I want some more money, - the summer up
They cute, but they can't come with us
In a two-door 'Cat, not a runner-up
I'll trust her far as I can throw her if I'm dumb enough
Still woke, depend on what I'm pourin', then I'm showin' up
It's really simple
I used to be a robber, I could've got it from my mama
At odds with myself, but my - think she the problem
Demon child under my belt, broke her down, she need God
I be thinkin' 'bout seein' tomorrow, I feel too damn high this time
Chantelle said I'm lyin', but lil' Casey know I'm tryin'
Najee callin' my phone, but I'm in the zoo, mixed with lions
Now that I showed her weakness, I can't help it but mistreat her
I just want a slut for now, but lil' - a keeper
I been shoppin' in my Chrome glasses tryna fuck a teacher
A few thousand people sold out, next year, an arena
Me and Sauce in an SVR, we'll treat this - like a 'Cat
Me and Sauce just matched a four, we gon' play like it's Act'
Credits
Writer(s): Karon Vantrees, Telvon Wright, Denilson Esquivel, Lucki Jr
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