Dot Rotten - Million Bucks lyrics

[Dot Rotten - Million Bucks lyrics]

Woo
Dot Rotten (Dot Rotten)
Hello (Hello)

Pull up to your shorty
She gon' giving me a million sucks
(Sucks)
If I pull up with my niggas, we on job (Job)
Joke niggas got me feeling like "ugh"
Everytime I hit the smelly
Got the Henny in my cup
(Cup)
I love it when your honey comes just in time
(Time)
Hit her with the willy, then she died (Died)
Sweet mummy, you could never be my wife
I ain't really into mains but
I'm ordering the sides
(Sides)

Big dick, I pull up like lick dis
If your bitch ain't hit your celly
She's moving ridiculous
Backstage giving uck
I ain't trusting these bitches
('ches)
Killer body counts
They don't care about statistics
Spartans little kids
They start rapping to get a chick
(Chick)
If I lick a banger
I guess I"m taking a risk
(Risk)
I ain't watching numbers unless
They're written on slips
(Slips)
Yeah, I'm running to the money
While making rappers all trip, I'm rude
(Rude)
15k for a riddim, that's big news (News)
Likkle man couldn't fit in these big shoes
(Shoes)
They said they rather a
Lyricist and it's cool
Got bars for the adults and
Kiddies that's in school
(School)
The beats are under a brick (Brick)
Flip that, make the artist run for his stick
Labels, nah I've had enough of your shit
Send your money straight away so I
Can stunt with my bitch
(Bitch)

Pull up to your shorty
She gon' giving me a million sucks
(Sucks)
If I pull up with my niggas, we on job (Job)
Joke niggas got me feeling like "ugh"
Everytime I hit the smelly
Got the Henny in my cup
(Cup)
I love it when your honey comes just in time
(Time)
Hit her with the willy, then she died (Died)
Sweet mummy, you could never be my wife
I ain't really into mains but
I'm ordering the sides
(Sides)

I ain't really into mains but
I'm ordering a side
(Side)
You can be my peas
(Peas) , you can be my rice (Rice)
You can be my ketchup
(Ketchup) , you can be my fries (Fries)
We can all do something special girls
That's if you're into a vibe
(Vibe)
Uh, got rappers bawling again (Again)
'Cause it's not a diss track
But I'm parring again
(Again)
Yeah she's nice, but she can't
Be a 10, 9, 8
7
Unless she wanna to spoon (Spoon)
I've getting paper
Getting DM's from your boo
(Boo)
I need my sensitivities
I've been a ghost and now they ask me
"Who are you?"
I had to show 'em with this poem
Hide there, people call me Dot, I'm back
I body rappers anytime I want like that
Love girls, you'll find out
I got suttin' in my jeans
That'll make you right now

Pull up to your shorty
She gon' giving me a million sucks
(Sucks)
If I pull up with my niggas, we on job (Job)
Joke niggas got me feeling like "ugh"
Everytime I hit the smelly
Got the Henny in my cup
(Cup)
I love it when your honey comes just in time
(Time)
Hit her with the willy, then she died (Died)
Sweet mummy, you could never be my wife
I ain't really into mains but
I'm ordering the sides
(Sides)

Woo
Easy work
I started this, 15 minutes past 7
It's now 20 to 9 (Haha)
"4AM In The Morgue" out now
"Million Bucks" out now
Stream that just so I get paid
Billion sucks, we need a billion
Dot Rotten I'm back, 1

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