Millions Lyrics - Singles - Skeme

9mm lick a shot to leave a hole 

Ridin' with them choppas if it's problems let me know 

Pull a bad bitch and tell her leave her feelings at the door 

Cause baby we don't need love where we about to go 

We are (we are, we are) bout to go a million or more, million or more, million or more 

We are (we are, we are) bout to go a million or more, million or more, million or more 

Stepped in this bitch like I'm supposed to 

Outfit match whips like I meant to do it 

Heard your shit, just drive my n*gga 

Earring so big can't listen to it 

And I'm straight from the gut, double my cup 

So I'mma act all poe I mix this fluid 

A real n*gga really don'tt rock with y'all 

It take a real down n*gga like us to do it 

See I done kept it G from the flow-up 

Stayed on the bread like cold cuts 

Money never ditched paid attention like donuts 

So I'm in the fast lane I don't wish to hold up n*gga 

Been with the business from the goal young n*gga 

Now I'm in the Guinea with the doors up n*gga 

I like talk about cash I don't talk too fast, y'all just listen too slow young n*gga like 

9mm lick a shot to leave a hole 

Ridin' with them choppas if it's problems let me know 

Pull a bad bitch and tell her leave her feelings at the door 

Cause baby we don't need love where we about to go 

We are (we are, we are) bout to go a million or more, million or more, million or more 

We are (we are, we are) bout to go a million or more, million or more, million or more 

I don't want to leave the wrong impression 

Set work out now I'm flexing 

I get the kind of paper that'll stand out 

So now me and broke n*ggas ain't messing (word) 

Hundreds on hundreds for the love of the money n*gga 

Try to play me I bought mine I'm gunnin' 

Ate my plate had seconds and shit and the crazy thing is that the boys still hungry 

I stayed on the grind and the green came 

SOX n*gga we the green gang 

Straight from the outer it's a team thing so I told her I don't wanna hear that the team came (hey) 

I ain't got the time for it (bop) and her feelings 

Got it on the floor now we throw it at the ceiling 

Y'all don't take floor act like y'all ain't even know got my dough on dough and I'm bout to go a million 

9mm lick a shot to leave a hole 

Ridin' with them choppas if it's problems let me know 

Pull a bad bitch and tell her leave her feelings at the door 

Cause baby we don't need love where we about to go 

We are (we are, we are) bout to go a million or more, million or more, million or more 

We are (we are, we are) bout to go a million or more, million or more, million or more 

Y'all ain't getting this kind of money got a Brinks truck 

Reach for what's mine get your fingers cut 

Champagne cold and the Rolex gold 

Got the wrist of a God n*gga link me up 

Getting head out a bitch tell her pick me up 

First class in the clouds Scotty beam me up 

Hollerin' I'll be the pimp got drank in my cup 

And I'm sipping on lean with my pinkies up 

9mm lick a shot to leave a hole 

Ridin' with them choppas if it's problems let me know 

Pull a bad bitch and tell her leave her feelings at the door 

Cause baby we don't need love where we about to go 

We are (we are, we are) bout to go a million or more, million or more, million or more 

We are (we are, we are) bout to go a million or more, million or more, million or more 

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