Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 40 Mill, artist - Tyga. Date of issue: 13.10.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
40 Mill |
| I don’t wanna be famous, I just wanna be rich |
| 40 mil with some acres, makeup for my bitch |
| I don’t fuck with these niggas, stop pretending and shit |
| I don’t wanna be famous, I just wanna be rich |
| I don’t wanna be famous |
| Fuck around, be a Lennon and a fan leave you brainless |
| All in the paper, gettin' buried by a neighbor |
| While all of your relatives spendin' all the money that you gave 'em |
| Fuck it, don’t save 'em |
| Let that boy drown if he don’t float, guess he wasn’t made for it |
| My nigga hold it, hold it down, listenin' to underground |
| Poppin' knuckles cause these niggas wanna bring me down |
| Put your face in the dirt like 4th down |
| Niggas wanna test, but we will never fail |
| I’m layin' low in my day clothes |
| Can’t get a fuckin' mail vato loco without takin' photos |
| Man, these crazy niggas loco |
| I don’t wanna be famous, I just wanna be rich |
| 40 mil with some acres, makeup for my bitch |
| I don’t fuck with these niggas, stop pretending and shit |
| I don’t wanna be famous, I just wanna be rich |
| I don’t wanna be famous |
| Flip a finger, middle finger, let 'em know that I’m dangerous |
| All my niggas bangers, chubby riding swingers |
| And my bitch’ll fight ya, Hilary Swank ya |
| Take your bitch, we ain’t even swingers |
| Nigga, try your luck, think it’s all entertainment |
| You all in arraignment, snitchin' to the plaintiff |
| Who, what, where? |
| My niggas stay nameless |
| Mack out your dog for that dough |
| My niggas they go when I say go |
| These bitches fuckin' cause they hoes |
| They hoes for that motherfuckin' fame |
| I don’t wanna be famous, I just wanna be rich |
| 40 mil with some acres, makeup for my bitch |
| I don’t fuck with these niggas, stop pretending and shit |
| I don’t wanna be famous, I just wanna be rich |
| I don’t wanna be famous |
| We don’t fuck with you, we don’t fuck with you |
| I don’t need the proof |
| We don’t fuck with you, we don’t fuck with you |
| Nigga, that’s the proof |
| Niggas talkin', that’s bulletproof |
| Run and shoot |
| Niggas talkin' like they bulletproof |
| My niggas, they run and shoot |