millionaire in june
N-No, I cannot never loose
My niggas runnin' the rules
I-I got like all of these bands on me
Now these bitches blowin' a fuse
No EP, I stay bout' my blues
No PT, I want all my booze
No no no bands for you
Mark my words, I'm finna be a millionaire by June
By June
I'm thinking May
I don't care what you haters say
If you talkin' down got the choppa it spray
I could go make me some racks today
I'll make my money in any way
I could make a hundred bands today
150 on the motorway
Had to go put my Rari on display
I-I know that your pockets is hurtin'
Got this lil bitty, she bad and she doin' my work and
She topped me and slopped me and earned herself a brand new Birkin
I'm slayin' these niggas and saving a bitch, I feel like Finn Mertans
Yeah, hold up
I got riches by myself
No, I don't need any help
Now I'm riding in the hell
I'ma go ride in the hellcat
Regular, you know we do that
Three bitches smoking on booth pack
Like, come here and come get your hoe back
No, I cannot never lose
My niggas running the rules
I got like all of these bands on me
Now these bitches blowin' a fuse
No EP, I stay bout my blues
No, no, no bands for you
Mark my words, yeah, I'm finna be a millionaire by June
My niggas runnin' the rules
I-I got like all of these bands on me
Now these bitches blowin' a fuse
No EP, I stay bout' my blues
No PT, I want all my booze
No no no bands for you
Mark my words, I'm finna be a millionaire by June
By June
I'm thinking May
I don't care what you haters say
If you talkin' down got the choppa it spray
I could go make me some racks today
I'll make my money in any way
I could make a hundred bands today
150 on the motorway
Had to go put my Rari on display
I-I know that your pockets is hurtin'
Got this lil bitty, she bad and she doin' my work and
She topped me and slopped me and earned herself a brand new Birkin
I'm slayin' these niggas and saving a bitch, I feel like Finn Mertans
Yeah, hold up
I got riches by myself
No, I don't need any help
Now I'm riding in the hell
I'ma go ride in the hellcat
Regular, you know we do that
Three bitches smoking on booth pack
Like, come here and come get your hoe back
No, I cannot never lose
My niggas running the rules
I got like all of these bands on me
Now these bitches blowin' a fuse
No EP, I stay bout my blues
No, no, no bands for you
Mark my words, yeah, I'm finna be a millionaire by June
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Writer(s): Deja Roi-kinna
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