Lyrics
Yeah, ah, let's go
You know how we do this shit?
You gotta be a smooth nigga for this, you gotta be tough
Same for everybody (I mean)
Yo, uh
So y'all like to spend y'all last on clothes and still brag on hoes?
While I'm stacking, keeping all the back doors closed
Feeling like Nas and Belly because I'm going back to Africa (we're going back)
Playing some music that I can count backward to
Truth is your favorite rapper got it off the avenue
I chased your king in a corner like a castle move
In your city pocket, I'm in every ghetto lit up
She gonna leave with a BSF tat if you don't get her
I like the hoes that smart, I like ones that pick winners
Take her with me when these rich folks invite me out to dinner
You know the game ain't right, if that change ain't right
They know my pay rate nice, I get them same day flights
You know my taste, Blake Weitz, real ones, every day
That's 30 pay a month (nigga), that's 3K, play nice
Bright lights of this cold game will give you stage fright
Some niggas pay they dues, I feel like I paid twice, butch
You think I'm joking? I'm not joking
I am a millionaire, it's a weird thing to hear, right?
Tell ya, it's a weird thing to say
I am a fucking millionaire!
Lucky for me, I happen to be very fucking good at my job right behind me
Now, y'all look money hungry, and that's good
Anybody who tells you money's the root of all evil
Doesn't fucking have any
They say money can't buy happiness
Look at that fucking smile on my face (alright)
What do you say when you said it all before?
Niggas say it's up, well I say it's on the floor
The allure of this life shit, we lived it all before
Matter of fact, still living it
They say we was killers, son we still killing shit
Whole crew and throbes and koofies, still militant
When you speak the truth, niggas feel the shit
That's why every word got a bullet behind it
These jewels run deep, gotta dig to find it
This machine 250, the will I sit behind it
No more fast food eating, we Don Cipriani
Me and Shorty like Susie and Tommy
Keep the strike on me, host it like Little Yachty
New Pharrell Louie on my body, undefeated in three leagues
Don't ever think of tryin' me, that's how this shit go
If this game a jackpot, that's what we here for
Put the knife to neck, then we slit throat
You want details? Bye
I drive a, what's up?
I have a ridiculous house
I have every toy you can possibly imagine
And best of all, kids, I am liquid
So, now you know what's possible