Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Millions Every Month, artist - Gucci Mane. Album song BAYTL, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 08.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Millions Every Month |
| From the greater to the grave nigga |
| I’mma be a paid nigga |
| And I escalate with some thousand dollar shades nigga |
| Tattoos on my face, that’s why people think I’m crazy |
| But Gucci Mane really love all that shit that’s crazy |
| Hundred K a day shit |
| Hundred dollar blunt shit |
| You can’t fill my shoes unless you make millions every month bitch |
| Millions every month, bitch |
| Millions every month, bitch |
| You can’t fill my shoes unless you make millions every month bitch |
| I’m a hood bitch |
| Smoke that good shit |
| Got a main ho, Hollywood chick |
| Got a mansion up in the hills |
| Keep bringing hundreds, I keep counting all the bills |
| Ho what you talking? |
| Go put on them heels! |
| Go get that pussy why I try to get my deals |
| She always pimpin so bitch keep yo head down |
| All work no play, ho I’m in town! |
| I keep a hundred clips, with a hundred rounds |
| If you wanna stop me, bitch, you gotta knock me down |
| With my coke up, with that baking soda |
| Yeah I got my ho bitch, and she’s a goner |
| From the greater to the great nigga |
| I’mma be a paid nigga |
| And I escalate with some thousand dollar shades nigga |
| Tattoos on my face, that’s why people think I’m crazy |
| But Gucci Mane really love all that shit that’s crazy (?) |
| Hundred K a day shit |
| Hundred dollar blunt shit |
| You can’t fill my shoes unless you make millions every month bitch |
| Millions every month, bitch |
| Millions every month, bitch |
| You can’t fill my shoes unless you make millions every month bitch |
| Verse 2 — Gucci Mane: |
| Cold hearted like a mother fucking cobra |
| I ain’t feeling stopped till I get money like Oprah |
| Brick squad like a nigga froze up utopia |
| Niggas ain’t eatin' like the kids in Ethipoia |
| Though you wanna get me and my money be provoking ya |
| Time to change your mind, and make your job as boob of Tokyo |
| Sucka tell no lies and he be growin' like Pinnochio |
| Still screaming peoples and my nigga free Papa Joe |
| Hotter than a hula dancer, colder than an eskimo |
| If you think you’re testin' me, you better eat the both of us |
| Grab you by by your collar, but I hang you by your testicles |
| Snitchin' ass nigga know the police was protecting you |
| From the greater to the great nigga |
| I’mma be a paid nigga |
| And I escalate with some thousand dollar shades nigga |
| Tattoos on my face, that’s why people think I’m crazy |
| But Gucci Mane really love all that shit that’s crazy (?) |
| Hundred K a day shit |
| Hundred dollar blunt shit |
| You can’t fill my shoes unless you make millions every month bitch |
| Millions every month, bitch |
| Millions every month, bitch |
| You can’t fill my shoes unless you make millions every month bitch |