Millionaire Mullet

Album cover art for "Millionaire Mullet" by Tommy Cash & RiFF RAFF

Tommy Cash & RiFF RAFF - Rap, Trap

Millionaire Mullet

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[Intro: RiFF RAFF] Million-dollar smile, million-dollar mullet (Banger, banger, banger…) Uh, ayy [Verse 1: RiFF RAFF] Only smile when the camera's out Diamonds dancin' when the candle's out Diamonds twinkle, yellow jewels look like Twinkies Two tube-socks filled up with Benjamin Franklins The bank teller give me a hundred thousand cash in 10K increments (Goddamn, goddamn) Jody Husky cleaned off his Mink in the Versace sink, yuh Me and Chief Keef bought a Lamborghini at the same time, jinx! Benjamin Frankenstein, the fireplace smells like frankincense Log cabin with a hammock in the triple story treehouse, uh There's a walkway from tree to tree Wobbles when you walk across like an Ewok Seafoam mint skies, now I'm in Seattle like a Seahawk Brian Bosworth on the activist AstroTurf Nobody's perfect on this Earth's surface, but I'm glad to be of service I don't like online shopping, I'd rather purchase in person RiFF! [Chorus: Tommy Cash] Further you scroll, the higher I get (I get higher now) Louder song in my set, the better she get (I get higher now) Only thing keep locked, that's your bra You don't wanna pop pills (I don't wanna pop pills, you don't wanna pop pills) Further you scroll, the higher I get (I get higher now) Louder song in my set, the better she get (I get higher now) Only thing keep locked, that's your bra You don't wanna pop pills (I don't wanna pop pills homie da) [Verse 2: Tommy Cash] They hated on me, dropout But look at you with the mop out All the girls call me Papa I pull up (just like that), then I hop out Think I'm fake or a cutout (What? Yeah) People faint with a blackout (Yeah) All my gang gets a shoutout If you stuck then you wallow (Sheesh) Coming straight from the 3 4 5 I want to pop them bigots, the weakest kind It's so dark as fuck, but my coke so white I think they racist fucks, I'll make 'em blind (Uh) I usually don't care how I look, it's not Fashion Week at Paris (Yep) Coming up with dumb excuses just to ignore my parents (Yep) Saving money, I'm too cheap for vacation islands (Yep) And I'm working day and night, this man got thousand talents So much credit on the street, I could serve it with my feet As we enter VIP, then I peak on LSD (Wheee) I came to judge, I left impressed (I came to judge, I left impressed) Let me get it off my chest [Bridge: Tommy Cash] What you doin'? What? Wha- What you doin' now? What you doin'? What? Wha- What you doin' now? What you doin'? What? Wha- What you doin' now? What you doin'? What? Wha- What you doin' now? (I get higher now, I get higher now) (I get higher now, I get higher now) [Chorus: Tommy Cash] Further you scroll, the higher I get (I get higher now) Louder song in my set, the better she get (I get higher now) Only thing keep locked, that's your bra You don't wanna pop pills (I don't wanna pop pills, I don't wanna) Further you scroll, the higher I get (I get higher now) Louder song in my set, the better she get (I get higher now) Only thing keep locked, that's your bra (Yeah) You don't wanna pop pills (I don't wanna pop pills, I don't wanna) [Outro: Tommy Cash] Further you scroll, the higher I get Louder song in my set, the better she get Only thing keep locked, that's your bra You don't wanna pop pills (Pills)

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Credits

Writers
  • RiFF RAFF
  • Tommy Cash
  • Danny Zuckerman
  • Rock Georges
  • Myster Whyte
  • Michael Claudio