MILLIONS UP
Oh My God Ronny!
JEFE, she call me papi
Got money on money
I'm gettin the fetti, ayy
Two tone Patek, I'm blinding ya bitch
She went missing, it got a little scary (Skrrt)
She got the drop on my Telly
She came wit her friend
And they came in a hurry, yeah
Pop a bean, she be on the scene, shit got blurry (What?)
I been humble way too long, I turned into a monster (Haha)
Keep my niggas around me
In case they gettin' outta pocket (Shut)
Rich nigga from the bottom
Mansion in the tropics
Wrist do the talking, OMG
I been the Topic (Yeah)
Millions up, millions up, millions up, millions up
Millions up, millions up, millions up, millions up
Millions up, millions up, millions up, millions up
Millions up, millions up, millions up, millions up (Ayy)
I got no room in my 'Rari
I'm backed up, put a lil bitch in a lyft
Touch down, I had to blow it
She came to my city
She gettin to lit, million dollars in the whips
250 the cut, got bitches on dick
They ain't believe in the kid
I'm fucking they bitches, I'm poppin' my shit
Bottega on my frames
In Saudi I'm switching lanes, ayy
Birkin bag her brains
She scream when she say my name, ayy
I can't play no games
Two tone my Bentley mulsanne
Switch it, it get wicked
Made millions, we ain't the same
Millions up, millions up, millions up, millions up
Millions up, millions up, millions up, millions up
Millions up, millions up, millions up, millions up
Millions up, millions up, millions up, millions up
JEFE, she call me papi
Got money on money
I'm gettin the fetti, ayy
Two tone Patek, I'm blinding ya bitch
She went missing, it got a little scary (Skrrt)
She got the drop on my Telly
She came wit her friend
And they came in a hurry, yeah
Pop a bean, she be on the scene, shit got blurry (What?)
I been humble way too long, I turned into a monster (Haha)
Keep my niggas around me
In case they gettin' outta pocket (Shut)
Rich nigga from the bottom
Mansion in the tropics
Wrist do the talking, OMG
I been the Topic (Yeah)
Millions up, millions up, millions up, millions up
Millions up, millions up, millions up, millions up
Millions up, millions up, millions up, millions up
Millions up, millions up, millions up, millions up (Ayy)
I got no room in my 'Rari
I'm backed up, put a lil bitch in a lyft
Touch down, I had to blow it
She came to my city
She gettin to lit, million dollars in the whips
250 the cut, got bitches on dick
They ain't believe in the kid
I'm fucking they bitches, I'm poppin' my shit
Bottega on my frames
In Saudi I'm switching lanes, ayy
Birkin bag her brains
She scream when she say my name, ayy
I can't play no games
Two tone my Bentley mulsanne
Switch it, it get wicked
Made millions, we ain't the same
Millions up, millions up, millions up, millions up
Millions up, millions up, millions up, millions up
Millions up, millions up, millions up, millions up
Millions up, millions up, millions up, millions up
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Writer(s): Prodhawkey, Ronny J
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