[Intro]
Wait, uh
Uh
[Chorus]
I want a milli', a milli', a milli', a milli', a milli', I'll figure it out
Stacking up weight to the ceiling, the ceiling, the ceiling, the ceiling, like, look at me now
Tell me what's your number, bae
Might find my way to Heaven's gate
Might make these fuckboys levitate
The money come from every way
[Verse 1]
I got your man in a blunt
I got it with me, it's spiky like punk
I'm in your city, drum it holds fifty
Glock make 'em dance, like they name Whitney
[Bridge]
Todos los días
Trabajando en mi casa
Taxing them packs like gringas
¿Qué carajo dijiste?
What? What?
[Verse 2]
Shе throwing it back with no hands
Bitch, I'm on drugs I don't wanna dance
These rappеrs are sick, they fucking their fans
Signing their life for a lil' advance
I swear this shit funny
I cannot fuck with your lil' money
How you be stepping out, lookin' so bummy?
I put that shit on, it ain't on me
[Chorus]
I want a milli', a milli', a milli', a milli', a milli', I'll figure it out
Stacking up weight to the ceiling, the ceiling, the ceiling, the ceiling, like, look at me now
Tell me what's your number, bae
Might find my way to Heaven's gate
Might make these fuckboys levitate
The money come from every way
Wait, uh
Uh
[Chorus]
I want a milli', a milli', a milli', a milli', a milli', I'll figure it out
Stacking up weight to the ceiling, the ceiling, the ceiling, the ceiling, like, look at me now
Tell me what's your number, bae
Might find my way to Heaven's gate
Might make these fuckboys levitate
The money come from every way
[Verse 1]
I got your man in a blunt
I got it with me, it's spiky like punk
I'm in your city, drum it holds fifty
Glock make 'em dance, like they name Whitney
[Bridge]
Todos los días
Trabajando en mi casa
Taxing them packs like gringas
¿Qué carajo dijiste?
What? What?
[Verse 2]
Shе throwing it back with no hands
Bitch, I'm on drugs I don't wanna dance
These rappеrs are sick, they fucking their fans
Signing their life for a lil' advance
I swear this shit funny
I cannot fuck with your lil' money
How you be stepping out, lookin' so bummy?
I put that shit on, it ain't on me
[Chorus]
I want a milli', a milli', a milli', a milli', a milli', I'll figure it out
Stacking up weight to the ceiling, the ceiling, the ceiling, the ceiling, like, look at me now
Tell me what's your number, bae
Might find my way to Heaven's gate
Might make these fuckboys levitate
The money come from every way
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