Millionaire (feat. Luh Tyler)

Catch a **** in New York and Jackson like Lamar

Huh

I hear you, JayC

Nah forreal

MiaJayC

Huh

What the fuck is ten thousand to a millionaire?

What the fuck is twenty thousand to a millionaire?

What the fuck is forty thousand to a millionaire?

What the fuck is fifty thousand to a millionaire? (Ha)

What the fuck is ten thousand to a millionaire?

What the fuck is twenty thousand to a millionaire?

What the fuck is forty thousand to a millionaire?

What the fuck is fifty thousand to a millionaire? (Ha)

The next **** to speak on my name, he getting wacked

Either that, bitch smacked or kidnapped

You know I know how to act, like I'on know where **** at

Like I can't make a dog sit, or a killer catch a hat

Walk 'em down, fucked around and put a tracker on his track

My young **** racing strikers, put the Trackhawk on the track

You know me, I'm into stretching shit, don't play the internet

Hopped out on them fa-fa-fa, ain't tell my **** that

Man, you know that ain't yo business if you wasn't in that car

Even if a **** follow where I'm at, I stay too far

Skilla, what you doin' out here servin' ****? You a star

Catch a **** in New York and Jackson like Lamar

What the fuck is twenty thousand? I ain't braggin' 'bout that shit

Erything I touch make me a hundred thousand plus, lil' bitch, I'm rich

Lot of **** wanna see me down bad or on my dick

Don't need a stylist, I'm too lit, ten plus on every fit, huh, hm

What the fuck is ten thousand to a millionaire?

What the fuck is twenty thousand to a millionaire?

What the fuck is forty thousand to a millionaire?

What the fuck is fifty thousand to a millionaire? (Ha)

What the fuck is ten thousand to a millionaire?

What the fuck is twenty thousand to a millionaire?

What the fuck is forty thousand 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, ****, I can make that off a couple shows

You ain't never hit the road and come back with them bands before

I can't stop the grind, I need my people in a mansion, ho

Yeah, these **** say they on the grind, but really 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

And my brodie ride round like a dyke, he love to keep that strap

Yeah we crusin' with the top back

Smokin' on some za pack

Why this **** hatin' on the kid, he need to stop that

All my bitches be ten out of ten, no, you can't top that

My brodie really smooshed a ****'s mans and pushed his top back

All my bitches bad and all my hunnids blue

You see that money bag, that's what we running to, ****

Yeah, all my **** have it, bitch, I thought you knew, ****

Them fuck **** make me sick, I think I got the flu, ****

They make me sick, ****

What the fuck is ten thousand to a millionaire?

What the fuck is twenty thousand to a millionaire?

What the fuck is forty thousand to a millionaire?

What the fuck is fifty thousand to a millionaire? (Ha)

What the fuck is ten thousand to a millionaire?

What the fuck is twenty thousand to a millionaire?

What the fuck is forty thousand to a millionaire?

What the fuck is fifty thousand to a millionaire? (Ha, ha)

What the fuck is fifty thousand to a millionaire?

What the fuck is fifty thousand to a millionaire? (Ha)