Smooky MarGielaa, Kodie Shane - Twenty Mill lyrics
[Smooky MarGielaa, Kodie Shane - Twenty Mill lyrics]
Oh, lay with me
I heard your shorty wan' stay with me
Ay, hit up my line, she keep irking me
Tell her stay out my life and stop callin' me
Oh, ayy, wannabe
Your boyfriend wanna be Margielaa team
Tryna be like me, tryna look like me
Ayy, but he can't be the young prodigy
Ayy, twenty mill in my bank, oh
I got hella bank rolls
Came through in a Lambo'
You still driving rentals
20k, so my neck froze
She fuck with me but she don't like my songs
I put that girl up on hold
Flew my main bitch to LA cuz she grown
She think she grown
We do not text, yeah we only speak in code
Uh, murder she wrote
She gon' come straight to me soon as I'm home
Soon as I'm home
Dress it up for me soon as I get home
I put Rick Owens on all of my hoes
All of these niggas they want be my clone
Ayy, Diamond rings, I got all
Designer jeans, I got all
Meet & Greet, in the mall
BB sack, Gucci drawers came up from the hood
Growin' up, you know it was hard
You get robbed had to break in cars and
Get our pockets large
Fuck that broad you just fuck with me
All my money large bruno Mars
Can't find me, I'm dancing with the stars
Play your part
I'm gon play my cards, I don't pay no broads
Pay your dues i don't pick and choose
I like them in twos
Oh, lay with me
I heard your shorty wan' stay with me
Ay, hit up my line, she keep irking me
Tell her stay out my life and stop callin' me
Oh, ayy, wannabe
Your boyfriend wanna be Margielaa team
Tryna be like me, tryna look like me
Ayy, but he can't be the young prodigy
Ayy, twenty mill in my bank, oh
I got hella bank rolls
Came through in a Lambo'
You still driving rentals
I heard your shorty wan' stay with me
Ay, hit up my line, she keep irking me
Tell her stay out my life and stop callin' me
Oh, ayy, wannabe
Your boyfriend wanna be Margielaa team
Tryna be like me, tryna look like me
Ayy, but he can't be the young prodigy
Ayy, twenty mill in my bank, oh
I got hella bank rolls
Came through in a Lambo'
You still driving rentals
20k, so my neck froze
She fuck with me but she don't like my songs
I put that girl up on hold
Flew my main bitch to LA cuz she grown
She think she grown
We do not text, yeah we only speak in code
Uh, murder she wrote
She gon' come straight to me soon as I'm home
Soon as I'm home
Dress it up for me soon as I get home
I put Rick Owens on all of my hoes
All of these niggas they want be my clone
Ayy, Diamond rings, I got all
Designer jeans, I got all
Meet & Greet, in the mall
BB sack, Gucci drawers came up from the hood
Growin' up, you know it was hard
You get robbed had to break in cars and
Get our pockets large
Fuck that broad you just fuck with me
All my money large bruno Mars
Can't find me, I'm dancing with the stars
Play your part
I'm gon play my cards, I don't pay no broads
Pay your dues i don't pick and choose
I like them in twos
Oh, lay with me
I heard your shorty wan' stay with me
Ay, hit up my line, she keep irking me
Tell her stay out my life and stop callin' me
Oh, ayy, wannabe
Your boyfriend wanna be Margielaa team
Tryna be like me, tryna look like me
Ayy, but he can't be the young prodigy
Ayy, twenty mill in my bank, oh
I got hella bank rolls
Came through in a Lambo'
You still driving rentals