This year i be getting the millie
You know that it comes with the tax
You know i be stuck in the stu
Mama didnt know i could rap
Bro got him the 30
You know that it come with the trap
This year i be getting the millie
You know that it comes with the tax
Im on ma way to the paper the bands
Last year i couldn't remember shit
Poppin the xanies like five to the face
Last night i wus up and away
Higher than space
Found put most you niggas is fake
Order came in but the shipment was late
Rocking designer this shit ain't no bape
I got me some heat and it came with a blast
Tired of being broke and i got me some cash
We chasing money you chasing ass
You niggas is lower you ain't in my class
Not in ma class you a broke boy
Me and ma niggas be coke boys
Off the top imma pop boi
He ain't nun but a cop boi
Nigga nah I ain't spending no cash on a thottie
I rather spend it on Gucci Versace
You know I'm dripping like water tsunami
I got a whole lotta shooters beside me
These niggas copy the wave I designed it
I'm in the streets it ain't nobody tried me
She throwing pussy and I'm throwing cash today
Can't be telling no bitch where I actually stay
For real
These niggas telling my business
I put a hit on a witness
These niggas acting like they really bout it so pussy whatever you start imma finish
I'm with the mob squad gang
He started dissing them shots rang
You know I ball Lual deng
Might take a perky to block pain gang
This year i be getting the millie
You know that it comes with the tax
You know i be stuck in the stu
Mama didnt know i could rap
Bro got him the 30
You know that it come with the trap
This year i be getting the millie
You know that it comes with the tax