Lyrics:
to me
Used to get curved by this one bitch
'til she seen the blue check
And now she really got fond of me
Had to go cop me a 'Vette, I got tired
(darkness)
Why you keep playing with me, little baby
I'm tryna put you in a Mercedes
Got me feeling
And I really want you to be my lady, oh
To be my
it true they can't prevail? That I'm shady? (Shady)
White toes in her heels, she the latest (toes)
She got plastic Cartiers, think she made it (she
Tryna drop a mill
On a hill
Cop that Coupe
No roof
Say she love me
Yea I do too
Now we fuckin
She the truth
In the booth
I go hard
She say I'm
many chicks)
Wake up
I met this girl named Chanel
From ATL
An actress and a singer
She was paid in mills
We first spoke
I thought I found a bad
more annoying than tracks by Pitbull
Tell me bravo like Johnny fresh as fuck like some laundry
I take your bitch and feed her pills till she knocked out
jack
2 mill, 8 mill, man I want it all cash
20 on my Gucci fit (ohh), yeah I got a thick bitch
All you niggas counterfeit
Spanish hoe she with
of pushin' the wraith
My bitch she just push me away
Sometime I don't know what to think
Niggas been feelin' I'm tryna build me a bank
Cause I need a mill in
Huh yeah, yeah, yeah (Aw man) , yeah
If the bitch got a paper plane by her bed
That mean that she fuck with Khalifa
Rollin' up Js and pourin' out
the missus if she's a born stunna
Born stunna, born stunna
Stack a hundred mill' and another hundred comin'
Money, money, money, money, money bags
by the way
On the low I'm bagging money everyday
By the way, by the way
Sitting on half a mill by the way
William wit the bills by the way
By the way,
in the hive I'll come to you
By the old mill sits the lonely maid repining
And her face was like the spring rose far away
While she looked down in
50
Da clip hold more than 50 sueeze it untill it's empty
She fucks me until it's empty
Then walk me to the kitchen
Then french kiss me__
I'm finger
a minute, listen for the horn
I'm down in Atlanta to see my bitch
She go to college, she model, and she got chips
Rock La Pearl lingerie
Tattoo on her ass
on the hill, forty miles from the mill
But she's a young thing and cannot leave her mother
Did she bid you to come in, Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
Did she bid you
swavey, that's the model
So we only backin' models, swavey
I woke up, I'm still cute
That's your new girl? She'll do
Old money, mills do
New shoes
I get by for real, real
I could probably kill Bill
Drive it, drive it, steal, steal
I got time to kill, kill
All my profits, build, build
Sitting
just P-IE
Nah nigga can't sleep on me
Sleep with a knife by your bed
So convinced she got a gun to her head
Only relief is when she's taking the meds
scars
They'll never fade away
All of my team want a mill
Our bellies filled
Stacking the bread on the grill
The beef we be eating be real
Give
plotting by my side
I ain't gotta stress she got the nine
Always close my eyes and pray to Christ
It’s never lonely when you smiling at the top
Hella bitches
When I'm in the field
I'm supposed to check
Mill
Cause shit gets real when you're out Here in the field
Can't tell me how it feel
If you never missed
a nigga over in the Rolls if he in the way
I'm loaded, racked up loaded
Back up nigga, I'm way too frozen
Hundred pill rolling bet she love me by
got it dumb crowded
Lost in her intelligence, she's leaving me dumbfounded
In her mind, I remain destitute
With nothing left to do but right heavy tunes
bad, man, I think she know
Turned 100 to a mill, man I think they know
Juggin' on the low, man, I think they know
I think they know
I think they know
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