Skeme - Millions lyrics

9mm lick a shot to leave a hole
Ridin with them choppas
If it's problems let me know
Pull a bad bitch and tell her
Leave her feelings at the door
Cause baby we don't need love
Where we about to go
We are, we are, we are bout to
Go a million more, million more
Million more we are, we are, we are bout to
Go a million more, million more
Million more

Stepped in this bitch like I'm supposed to
Outfit match whips like I meant to do it
Heard your shit, just drive my nigga
Earring so big can't listen to it
And I'm straight from the gut, double my cup
So I'mma act all poet I mix this fluid
A real nigga really don't rock with y'all
It take a real down nigga like us to do it
See I done kept it G from the flow-up
Stayed on the bread like cold cuts
Money never ditched paid
Attention like donuts
So I'm in the fast lane I
Don't wish to hold up nigga
Been with the business from
The go young nigga
Now I'm in the Ghini with the doors up nigga
I like talk about cash I don't talk too fast
Y'all just listen too slow young nigga like

9mm lick a shot to leave a hole
Ridin with them choppas
If it's problems let me know
Pull a bad bitch and tell her
Leave her feelings at the door
Cause baby we don't need love
Where we about to go
We are, we are, we are bout to
Go a million more, million more
Million more we are, we are, we are bout to
Go a million more, million more
Million more

I don't want to leave the wrong impression
Set work out now I'm flexin
I get the kind of paper that'll stand out
So now me and broke niggas ain't messin, word
Hundreds on hundreds for the love
Of the money nigga
Try to play me I bought mine I'm gunnin
Ate my plate had seconds and shit and the
Crazy thing is that the boys still hungry
I stayed on the grind and the green came
SOX nigga we the green gang
Straight from the outer it's a
Team thing so I told
Her I don't wanna hear that the team came
Hey i ain't got the time for it, bop
And her feelings got it on the floor now we
Throw it at the ceiling
Y'all don't take floor act like y'all
Ain't even know got my
Dough on dough and I'm bout to go a million

9mm lick a shot to leave a hole
Ridin with them choppas
If it's problems let me know
Pull a bad bitch and tell her
Leave her feelings at the door
Cause baby we don't need love
Where we about to go
We are, we are, we are bout to
Go a million more, million more
Million more we are, we are, we are bout to
Go a million more, million more
Million more

Y'all ain't getting this kind of
Money got a Brinks truck
Reach for what's mine get your fingers cut
Champagne cold and the Rolex gold
Got the wrist of a God nigga link me up
Gettin head out a bitch tell her pick me up
First class in the clouds Scotty beam me up
Holla RIP pimp, got drank in my cup
And I'm sipping on lean with my pinkies up
It's

9mm lick a shot to leave a hole
Ridin with them choppas
If it's problems let me know
Pull a bad bitch and tell her
Leave her feelings at the door
Cause baby we don't need love
Where we about to go
We are, we are, we are bout to
Go a million more, million more
Million more we are, we are, we are bout to
Go a million more, million more
Million more