Lyrics:
deposits
Stack on the belt, double M this shit popping
Spend a stack on my belt, got bitches asking my name
Spend a stack on the belt, she like fuck how we
She's 4 years old, and her parents get told, she's got a chronic illness, probably never get old,
They start to cry, look into her eyes, coz she
know we chasin em mills
My eyes wide open
N ion like talking
Mumzie said speak
Cah she don't know how I'm coping
No time for that let's be be real
And we still up in this, won't turn down, won't go home
I got big wheels on my ride
Spent bout 6 mills on my ride
You catch me swervin all over your
another round
They tried to shut us down
About an hour ago
But we still in this bitch
I got big wheels on my ride
Spent 'bout six mills on my ride
You
Just for a mill', or a rolie'
I still don't do what I'm told
Lately I've been on the road
Clout demons selling their souls
Just for a mill', or a rolie'
and get hung by a rope (hey)
We got the weed and the dog and the coke (dog)
Niggas weren't there we was robbin' the North (robbed)
Pistol P bless his
really know what's his deal
Boy, a nigga out here tryna make a mill
My life a movie, she wanna Netflix and chill
I wanna make that bitch my wife
Don't
the time she was born
But she went and played me now my love is gone
Oh I got a new lady and she's got it going
(friends)
Got a bad bitch (bitch)
She don't even trip
Funny how them tables turn
When the needle spin
Bend and bust it open for me (bend it, bend it)
don’t feel nothing for real
My heart is broken but still
I got to get to the mills
I got to get to the bands
I got to take me a chance
I got to get me
Tell them I got a mill never gotta worry bout a thing
I represented the best I could
Stackin' paper of rap, she get flipped and I'm back to the trap
a mill
By any means
Chase a bag I got meat rolls stuffed in my jeans
Go fuck the team
Bro got next fuck relations get in between
We counting green blues
the last one, got it confiscated
Counting a hundred mill so many times, I contemplated
You wanna be the hottest but that shit get complicated
I pull your
heart if you will
We’d be sat by the hills
While we counting the mills, ahh
And this shit is not no rush
We got plans, don’t interrupt
She done told me
make me mill
I got dreams I got goals
On a wave of my own
Fuck these hoes and these niggas ain't real
(Naww)
Never ever catch me lackin
(Naww)
Pocket
you came from nothing
I made it out, niggas say I got lucky, I'm doin' my thing, only God can judge me
Bitch wanna fuck but she know I ain't budging
sick of getting off beat she a bongo
She playing with the hard D, Rondo
Go inside her all sweet like a Strongbow
How imma do?
I got your X comin'
we the ones with no chill
I got some E I got some C
Blicky on me, benjies on me
Fuck on that bih
Made me a mill, Party in the hill
She wanna feel, she
Chains, Bills, Money, Pills
Assassinating on hills. I fuck a bad bitch she got thrills
Chains, Bills, Money, Pills
Wake up for the dark chills...
Croner
I appeal to the mill, tryna steal
Want a lot a bills so to get the skrill I'm bout to peel on ya (pewm)
Like I got a rocket in my pocket
Doing
They love me for my ambition
She loves me for my ambition
We're comin' from the damn kitchen
All I ever wanted was a Rollie (big face)
I
he got another year
Even the judge wanna see that nigga get cut in there (by a Blood)
Tekashi really told on all of his homies (he a rat)
His baby
Messy messy messy aye
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
I got all these diamonds falling off they be falling off
Shawty yeah she hot like Molotov hot like Molotov
She
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