Skeme - Millions | Текст песни

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Hook:

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(2x)

Verse I:

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 poet(?) I mix this fluid
A real n*gga really don't 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

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Verse II:

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

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Verse III:

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

[Hook]

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