Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mind On A Milli, artist - Gunna. Date of issue: 28.09.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mind On A Milli |
| Yo Pi’erre, you wanna come out here? |
| Wheezy Beats |
| If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon' shoot you |
| Mind on a motherfuckin' milli' |
| Ridin' with the motherfuckin' semi |
| Grind from the start to the finish |
| Pull up in the foreign, I’ll park it in the trenches |
| It say 230 on the dash |
| Drivin' real fast, I’ma speed with no limit |
| No, we ain’t going out sad |
| 30 rounds in my bag for these fuck niggas envy |
| I be gettin' higher than a tree |
| Still stacking racks, money all that I need |
| Still selling pounds of that weed |
| I leave 'em with the bro, when I’m goin' overseas |
| 'Fore I bust it open, shit was already reekin' |
| We can sip the lean, pop the X, really geekin' |
| And I’m rocking water like ice, I could freeze it |
| When your bitch land, I’ma book her at Four Seasons |
| Niggas hatin' on the kid for no reason |
| Gunna drip sauce, let her spring it like the season |
| Rockin' Off White when I’m walkin' in the meeting |
| A nigga flyin' kites down the road, they some demons |
| Nigga, stop caking that hoe, she a cheater |
| I only fuck her once or twice, then, nigga, I’ma leave her |
| I tried to pop a Percocet and pour me up a liter |
| I drop a fishscale in a bowl, let it heat up |
| Chanel on, still can’t see us |
| Nigga, send 'em back, countin' money with my feet up |
| I been sendin' racks to my cuz on the kiosk |
| I’ma send that pack down the road, 'til you get out |
| Let that bitch stick the dope deep in her mizzouth |
| I been puttin' the shit up at the hizzouse |
| Drippin' on these bitches through a drizzought |
| Damn, a nigga made it out the sizzouth |
| Mind on a motherfuckin' milli' |
| Ridin' with the motherfuckin' semi |
| Grind from the start to the finish |
| Pull up in the foreign, I’ll park it in the trenches |
| It say 230 on the dash |
| Drivin' real fast, I’ma speed with no limit |
| No, we ain’t going out sad |
| 30 rounds in my bag for these fuck niggas envy |
| Flyin' a jet, ride foreign, I do that |
| Hundred thousand worth of ice in my Louis bag |
| Saint Laurent, kickin' these bitches like «Who that?» |
| Rich nigga came from the hood, but you knew that |
| Ice on my neck, it look like a sleet |
| Plain Jane band on an iced out Patek |
| Don’t cuff that hoe, she a freak |
| I’m up gettin' money, don’t know how to sleep |
| I fucked that lil' bitch and I fucked up the sheets |
| Ice all over me like I was a Christmas tree |
| Mind on a milli', ain’t thinking 'bout enemies |
| Shoot a nigga down like J. F. Kennedy |
| Sellin' chickens, you can come get a 10 piece |
| Jumped out the plane with the Fendi |
| Jumped in the foreign with the semi |
| Baby Draco hold a 50 |
| Nigga, it’s on me and it’s in me |
| Mind on a motherfuckin' milli' |
| Ridin' with the motherfuckin' semi |
| Grind from the start to the finish |
| Pull up in the foreign, I’ll park it in the trenches |
| It say 230 on the dash |
| Drivin' real fast, I’ma speed with no limit |
| No, we ain’t going out sad |
| 30 rounds in my bag for these fuck niggas envy |
| Mind on a motherfuckin' milli' |
| Ridin' with the motherfuckin' semi |
| Grind from the start to the finish |
| Pull up in the foreign, I’ll park it in the trenches |
| It say 230 on the dash |
| Drivin' real fast, I’ma speed with no limit |
| No, we ain’t going out sad |
| 30 rounds in my bag for these fuck niggas envy |