Millions (feat. Veeze & LUCKI)

We was raised to be-, we was raised to believe one was the first number (M.O.B. Waddup) But million is the first number (man) That's where I'ma start counting from (man) You earn your money, I burn mine My Backwood smell like burnt opps You better come ready, we bangin' it out Just told her my name, she sayin' it loud I cover my pain with syrup lines So high, my view bird-eye I told her I'm rich, she heard me now I never got A's, I'm nerdy now All these drugs, they make my heart beat fast, I'm damn near carried out All these sons, I must got baby mamas that I ain't heard about Got white boys like Robin Thicke, nigga, we servin' blurred lines N-, don't call my phone for -, got no work, I served mine I can't even hide the blick, - too big, my pants tight Give me the pint, I'm pourin' it dark, - look just like midnight Me and Veeze in a GLS, we gon' drive that - like a Track' I - her one time, she keep callin' my phone, come get your -, she a pistol Got a Steph Curry on my chest, this a 30-piece, lil' -, that's no Jeff When the messages end, you get up and grind every day, -, ain't no rest Give 'em faceshots, ain't no vest, sellin' dog, I ain't mate no pits I got the money, but don't got the time, this - don't make no sense We keep matchin' line after line, we could've paid your rent Come through, tryna tax us like we lame, we gotta take that - Go to war anywhere, -, take your pick Bump stock on the chop make the Draco spit Coach Bando, I really can call the plays, send my lil' - to blitz F- all the fame, I really don't care 'bout a name, I really just wanna be rich Me and Sauce in an SVR, we'll treat this bitch like a 'Cat Me and Sauce just matched a four, we gon' play like it's Act' I hate a - that call my phone whenever I post some racks Pint of Trish smell like Patrón, but Hi-Tech comin' back I don't wanna do no raps, I could've sworn you paid to act Made her take me back, do her dirty, fade to black I don't wanna do no raps, I could've sworn you paid to act Made her take me back, do her dirty, fade to black I want some more money, - the summer up They cute, but they can't come with us In a two-door 'Cat, not a runner-up I'll trust her far as I can throw her if I'm dumb enough Still woke, depend on what I'm pourin', then I'm showin' up It's really simple I used to be a robber, I could've got it from my mama At odds with myself, but my - think she the problem Demon child under my belt, broke her down, she need God I be thinkin' 'bout seein' tomorrow, I feel too damn high this time Chantelle said I'm lyin', but lil' Casey know I'm tryin' Najee callin' my phone, but I'm in the zoo, mixed with lions Now that I showed her weakness, I can't help it but mistreat her I just want a slut for now, but lil' - a keeper I been shoppin' in my Chrome glasses tryna fuck a teacher A few thousand people sold out, next year, an arena Me and Sauce in an SVR, we'll treat this - like a 'Cat Me and Sauce just matched a four, we gon' play like it's Act'