Skilla Baby, Luh Tyler - Millionarie lyrics

Catch a nigga in New York
And Jackson like Lamar
Ha (I hear you, JAY C)
Nah, for real (MIA JAY C) huh (Ayy)

What the fuck is ten-thousand
To a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the fuck is twenty-thousand
To a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the fuck is forty-thousand
To a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the fuck is fifty-thousand
To a millionaire? (Ha)
What the fuck is ten-thousand
To a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the fuck is twenty-thousand
To a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the fuck is forty-thousand
To a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the fuck is fifty-thousand
To a millionaire? (Huh, ha)



The next nigga to speak on my name
He getting whacked (Bah)
Either that, bitch smacked or kidnapped
You know I know how to act
Like I don't know where niggas at
(Where they at) like, I can't make a dog sit
Or a killer catch a hat (Bah)
Walk 'em down
Fucked around and put a tracker on his Track'
(His Track')
My young niggas racing strikers
Put the Trackhawk on the track (Skrrt)
You know me, I'm into stretching shit
Don't play the internet (Fah-fah)
Hopped out on 'em, fap-fap-fap
(Fap-fap-fap)
Ain't even tell my niggas that (Ha)
Man, you know that ain't yo' business
If you wasn't in that car
Even if a nigga follow where I'm at
I stay too far (Alright, alright)
"Skilla, what you doin' out here
Servin' niggas? You a star" (Ha)
Catch a nigga in New York
And Jackson like Lamar (Catch his ass)
What the fuck is twenty-thousand? I
Ain't braggin' 'bout that shit (Uh, uh)
Everything I touch make me a
Hundred, plus, lil' bitch, i'm rich
(I'm rich) a lot of niggas wanna see me
Down bad or on my dick (Ha)
Don't need a stylist, I'm too lit
Ten plus on every fit, huh, hmm

What the fuck is ten-thousand
To a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the fuck is twenty-thousand
To a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the fuck is forty-thousand
To a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the fuck is fifty-thousand
To a millionaire? (Ha)
What the fuck is ten-thousand
To a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the fuck is twenty-thousand
To a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the fuck is forty-thousand
To a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the fuck is fifty-thousand
To a millionaire? (Ha)

Tell me what the fuck is
Fifty-thousand to the GOAT?
That ain't shit, nigga
I can make that off a couple shows (Bag)
You ain't never hit the road and
Come back with them bands before (What?)
I can't stop the grind, I need
My people in a mansion, ho
(yeah) yeah, these niggas say they on
The grind, but really, that shit cap
(That shit cap) and I snap on any track
I beat the mic' down like the trap
We chase money all day and all night
No time to take a nap (No time for that)
And my brodie ride 'round like a dyke
He love to keep that strap (yeah)
Yeah, we crusin' with the top back (yeah)
Smokin' on some 'za pack (On that 'za pack)
Why this nigga hatin' on the kid?
He need to stop that (You need to stop that)
All my bitches be ten out of ten, no
You can't top that (No, you can't top that)
My brodie really smushed a nigga mans
And pushed his top back (Ha)
All my bitches bad and all my hunnids blue
Nigga (My hunnids blue)
You see that money bag, that's
Why we runnin' to, nigga
(I'm runnin' to)
Yeah, all my niggas havin' bitch
I thought you knew, nigga
(On God) fuck niggas make me sick, I
Think I got the flu, nigga
(They make me sick, nigga)

What the fuck is ten-thousand
To a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the fuck is twenty-thousand
To a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the fuck is forty-thousand
To a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the fuck is fifty-thousand
To a millionaire? (Ha)
What the fuck is ten-thousand
To a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the fuck is twenty-thousand
To a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the fuck is forty-thousand
To a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the fuck is fifty-thousand
To a millionaire? (Ha)

Huh what the fuck is fifty-thousand
To a millionaire?
What the fuck is fifty-thousand
To a millionaire? Huh