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KILLIONAIRE
4
Hip-Hop/Rap
KILLIONAIRE was released on October 10, 2025 by Killstreak Certified as a part of the album 4NOW: PART I
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Release DateOctober 10, 2025
LabelKillstreak Certified
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
bappy
bappy
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Yung Money
Yung Money
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yung Rimanah
Yung Rimanah
Producer

Lyrics

(Killionaire)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy
We all tryna win, who gon' make it out?
It ain't gon' be you, you keep runnin' your mouth
Stop for nobody, you know what I'm 'bout
I'm stackin' these hunnids by a large amount
Posted with Zyber, we want to have fun
And I see right through you, boy, you ain't on nothin'
I get the bag, yeah, I be on the run
I-I-I get the bag, yeah, I be on the run
Goddamn, now I really done did it
Been the man, and you know that I'm fitted
KSC, know that we stand on business
Loud-ass beat, yeah, I know this shit hittin'
Magnum on me, get these bitches gone
You ain't a king, you move like a pawn (Yeah-yeah, ho)
Acin' my tests like I never been wrong
Workin' my ass off from dusk 'til dawn, ayy, ayy
Smoke on top ten, like I'm a Killionaire
And I— and I ain't never cheat, I got here fair and square
I-I-I-If they don't get it now, they'll get it later, call this rare
Yeah, you know we Certified, stacked roster, like it's We Bare Bears
Ayy, smoke on top ten, like I'm a Killionaire
And I— and I ain't never cheat, I got here fair and square
I-I-I-If they don't get it now, they'll get it later, call this rare
Yeah, you know we Certified, stacked roster, like it's We Bare Bears
I got too much fuckin' money, I don't understand it
Fake my death and go to Italy, my house abandoned
I almost died up on impact, but I'm just glad I landed
Me and Bappy cut the beat up like a fuckin' sandwich
And my ego goin' up, think they want to fuck me, yeah
And I got so much in my cup now, think I'm drunk now
And I just seen a four-leaf clover, pussy-boy, I'm up now
And stop fuckin' talkin' 'bout me, bitch, I had enough, yeah
Yeah, actin' like myself, they say I do the most
If-if-if she text again, you know I'm goin' ghost
Want to tour with my bros, I'm goin' coast-to-coast
Hear the way you talk to me, damn, that shit's so on the nose
At the function, homie's birthday, you know we gon' make a toast
I'm hatin' just to hate on you, yeah, I'm tryna pick a bone
And I get money from these bitches like a gigolo
Need a hug from both my parents, I want to go home
Yeah, get money all alone
Where am I goin'? I don't know
Yeah, it don't matter, I'ma go
I'm on a killing spree
Call out the attack dogs, they gon' die for me
I do my thing until they admit defeat
This gon' be the last face that you'll ever see
I'm on a killing spree
Call out the attack dogs, they gon' die for me
I do my thing until they admit defeat
This gon' be the last face that you'll ever see
Written by: Yung Money
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