Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Millions, artist - Skeme. Date of issue: 16.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Millions |
| 9 mm 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 more, million more, million more |
| Stepped in this bitch like I’m supposed to |
| Outfit match whips like I meant to do it |
| Heard your shit, just drive my nigga |
| 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 nigga really don’t rock with y’all |
| It take a real down nigga 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 nigga |
| Been with the business from the go young nigga |
| Now I’m in the Ghini with the doors up nigga |
| I like talk about cash I don’t talk too fast, y’all just listen too slow young |
| nigga like |
| I don’t want to leave the wrong impression |
| Set work out now I’m flexin |
| I get the kind of paper that’ll stand out |
| So now me and broke niggas ain’t messin, word |
| Hundreds on hundreds for the love of the money nigga |
| 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 |
| S.O.X. |
| nigga 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 |
| 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 nigga link me up |
| Gettin head out a bitch tell her pick me up |
| First class in the clouds Scotty beam me up |
| Holla R.I.P. |
| pimp, got drank in my cup |
| And I’m sipping on lean with my pinkies up |