Lil Keed, Young Thug - Million Dollar Mansion lyrics
Young Thug [Jeffery Lamar Williams] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Keed, Young Thug - Million Dollar Mansion lyrics]
Yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah woo
They think they all fly
(yeah) , we a different fly (yeah)
Yeah, we private flight it
(yeah) , no need for autopilot (yeah)
Know we get the highest
(yeah) , know y'all all dyin' (yeah)
Lift the doors up
(yeah) , my wrist is froze up (yeah)
My neck get colder
(yeah) , thought I told ya (yeah)
We in the fast lane (yeah)
In a Hellcat (yeah) , or in a Mulsanne (yeah)
If he bounce back
(yeah) , a hundred shots ring (yeah)
Ain't got no dogtag
(yeah) , how you gangbang? (yeah)
He not 'bout that
(yeah) , he ain't insane (yeah)
Give him thirty shots
(yeah) , shoot him Curry range (yeah)
Finger flooded
(yeah) , cost more than Audi rings (yeah)
Yeah, we bossy (yeah) , shit be saucy (yeah)
Cosey you said you want a wedding ring
That's when you lost me (Lost me)
Go big on big
I'm irritated with your mouthpiece
I drove a G63 Benz to the nosebleeds (Skrrt)
Yeah, I'm her boss, see, see I'm so flossy
Lil' mama said she want a
Benz with the Rolls seats (Want a Benz)
I took a helicopter down to the show freak
I told her private jet
We goin' shoppin' overseas
I can go brazy like a shotta, ayy
(Brazy like a)
I got some masons on the Southside, ayy
(I got some masons on the South)
I'm servin' chicken, but not Popeyes, ayy
(I'm servin' chicken, but not Pop')
Pay the tuition, not a shotta, ayy
(Pay the tuition, not a shotta)
I told lil' mama, "Bitch, it's our time
" ayy (Our time)
We got the juice, we got the Wi-Fi, ayy
(Wi-Fi) we fuckin' on top our Carter, hey
I just might pass her to my brothers, hey
(Just might pass her to my brothers)
Hundred bands on a seat (Hundred)
How the fuck I make a half
A million in a week? (How? How? How?)
Yeah, shawty suck me out my sleep
I don't know just how the hell
I woke up with a freak (How? How?)
Goddamn, I got millions with no piece (Damn)
Different bustdown every fuckin' day
Of the week (Fuckin' day of the week)
Livin' easy breezy
We fuck on designer sheets (Woo)
I had me some Henny with my Act'
Now I'm deceased (I'm deceased, nigga)
Million dollar nig'
Whip a Maybach out of town (Skrrt, skrrt)
Patek worth a mink, up in the Benz right now
(Skrrt, skrrt)
Keep designer kicks on my bitch all the time
(Skrrt, skrrt)
Paris Hilton mansion in the hills
I see stars (Skrrt, skrrt)
Abercrombie birds with the doves
We get money (Skrrt, skrrt)
Lambo' hit the curb, when it dark
It look sunny (Skrrt, skrrt)
I put neon lights in the
Penthouse for my mommy (Skrrt, skrrt)
Wake up, take a piss
Drink a seal every morning
Spendin' all these goddamn funds
I just put some slimes and
Some bands on your son
Choker shackles outshine the goddamn sun
John Wick shooters
We not scared of James Bond (Woo)
Talkin' game to get out her panties
Different Chanel, different occasions
I got hood ratchet shit and she Asian
Whippin' slime Lam' truck, it's Caucasian
Y'all cat, Tigger see y'all damn whiskers
Her ass soft as pillows
Give her nut like brittle
Louis duffle bag, F&N and bands in it
Yeah, I wore it
Left the tag on my expensive drip
She not talkin' bad
I go pimp and pop them lips
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah oh, oh, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah woo
They think they all fly
(yeah) , we a different fly (yeah)
Yeah, we private flight it
(yeah) , no need for autopilot (yeah)
Know we get the highest
(yeah) , know y'all all dyin' (yeah)
Lift the doors up
(yeah) , my wrist is froze up (yeah)
My neck get colder
(yeah) , thought I told ya (yeah)
We in the fast lane (yeah)
In a Hellcat (yeah) , or in a Mulsanne (yeah)
If he bounce back
(yeah) , a hundred shots ring (yeah)
Ain't got no dogtag
(yeah) , how you gangbang? (yeah)
He not 'bout that
(yeah) , he ain't insane (yeah)
Give him thirty shots
(yeah) , shoot him Curry range (yeah)
Finger flooded
(yeah) , cost more than Audi rings (yeah)
Yeah, we bossy (yeah) , shit be saucy (yeah)
Cosey you said you want a wedding ring
That's when you lost me (Lost me)
Go big on big
I'm irritated with your mouthpiece
I drove a G63 Benz to the nosebleeds (Skrrt)
Yeah, I'm her boss, see, see I'm so flossy
Lil' mama said she want a
Benz with the Rolls seats (Want a Benz)
I took a helicopter down to the show freak
I told her private jet
We goin' shoppin' overseas
I can go brazy like a shotta, ayy
(Brazy like a)
I got some masons on the Southside, ayy
(I got some masons on the South)
I'm servin' chicken, but not Popeyes, ayy
(I'm servin' chicken, but not Pop')
Pay the tuition, not a shotta, ayy
(Pay the tuition, not a shotta)
I told lil' mama, "Bitch, it's our time
" ayy (Our time)
We got the juice, we got the Wi-Fi, ayy
(Wi-Fi) we fuckin' on top our Carter, hey
I just might pass her to my brothers, hey
(Just might pass her to my brothers)
Hundred bands on a seat (Hundred)
How the fuck I make a half
A million in a week? (How? How? How?)
Yeah, shawty suck me out my sleep
I don't know just how the hell
I woke up with a freak (How? How?)
Goddamn, I got millions with no piece (Damn)
Different bustdown every fuckin' day
Of the week (Fuckin' day of the week)
Livin' easy breezy
We fuck on designer sheets (Woo)
I had me some Henny with my Act'
Now I'm deceased (I'm deceased, nigga)
Million dollar nig'
Whip a Maybach out of town (Skrrt, skrrt)
Patek worth a mink, up in the Benz right now
(Skrrt, skrrt)
Keep designer kicks on my bitch all the time
(Skrrt, skrrt)
Paris Hilton mansion in the hills
I see stars (Skrrt, skrrt)
Abercrombie birds with the doves
We get money (Skrrt, skrrt)
Lambo' hit the curb, when it dark
It look sunny (Skrrt, skrrt)
I put neon lights in the
Penthouse for my mommy (Skrrt, skrrt)
Wake up, take a piss
Drink a seal every morning
Spendin' all these goddamn funds
I just put some slimes and
Some bands on your son
Choker shackles outshine the goddamn sun
John Wick shooters
We not scared of James Bond (Woo)
Talkin' game to get out her panties
Different Chanel, different occasions
I got hood ratchet shit and she Asian
Whippin' slime Lam' truck, it's Caucasian
Y'all cat, Tigger see y'all damn whiskers
Her ass soft as pillows
Give her nut like brittle
Louis duffle bag, F&N and bands in it
Yeah, I wore it
Left the tag on my expensive drip
She not talkin' bad
I go pimp and pop them lips
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah oh, oh, oh