Millions

Chorus (Laylow)
Ah until december boy I gotta make a milli
I start from that and then I make a billi
We started from scratch, taking over the city
Notorious thinking, do it BIG like biggie (2x)

Verse 1 (Laylow)
Okay we posted up at the corner
Everywhere we look like we owners
Yo girl got ass then we poke her
She chose me over you cuz I'm focus
The way yo boy doing donuts they trinna get me to bakers
The way a nikka be ballin they trinna get me to lakers
Look, Chuck taylors with no socks my swag so mean
I'm a flly ass nikka like my ass got wings
Bitch I know you trinna be slick, look
Me and you can play cops and robbers the shot gun is my dick
Yea fo sho I killed that ace hood flow yo boy lizzy got good nikka
U still playing dice? u still playing craps? yall still in the hood nikka?
Well I'm counting stacks, stacks ,it feels good nikka
Bad bitches gimme head with the shades on cuz they say imma cool nikka
Future baller, always poppin my color
Yall can talk, but talk is cheap I can buy that shit with a dolar
Actions speak louder than words so I'm noisy when I move
Don't trust no nikka I got one eye open when I snooze
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Verse 2 (Monitto)
Jordans on my feet, no range yet
Blood of an apache, making it rain black
Money in my range, re-arrange my shot
Shoot to kill, another president get popped
Money is hot, i´m a seeking missile Deadly double, bullets and pistols
Cross our line and your family will miss you Don’t sweat it cause ill send your momma a tissue
It´s all bout the benjies and my first name franklin
Milli in a year, lotta green, no grass
Screamin “money out ur ass” you deserve sum spankin
Big dreams, huge goals, how da fuck can we not score
Know the schems, learning more, won't settle for a small ball
Won't fool me with a stripper pole
Its stacks on stacks on stacks
Over these racks on racks on racks
These are facts on facts on facts
Im talking real money while you bringing broke back
Where my niggas at
Y´all gotta bring the dough when a nigga rap
Dropping ill 16´s with no fucking act
And I only see queens, who the king of that
Pause when a nigga in, yall freeze
Muhfuka is an ice king
Money tall as fucking Yao Ming
With lizzy baby, Nah Mean
Going real crazy, over G´s
Shit international, overseas
Nigga we are mice, pass the cheese
We gon carry our city on the back, shit is real talk
Seen the money for far like a real hawk

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