Millionaire

Lyrics

[Intro] (Damn, JakeSand) [Chorus] I'll pull up when you need me like it's Dame Time Don't believe rumors of what you heard through the grapevine Why you talkin' 'bout some love like I'm Faizon? Backdoor season, he ain't see him on the baseline Dirty-ass game that we play, you gotta be aware Why you tryna wrestle with me, bro? I am not a Flair I ain't tryna be the toughest, just a millionaire Used to let shit make me mad, now I don't even care [Verse] We can go punch for punch, let's go toe to toе By the way she grab it, this is not her first rodеo Would you believe me if I said she went from bro to bro? Only thing I fear is if my paper ever runnin' low If this rap shit was a race, we lapped a couple rappers Really, I ain't shit, but that nigga in the pepper stacker You can't walk before you crawl, niggas livin' backwards Baby suck me up and took my kids, she a kidnapper This lil' bitch so cold, she like [?] He don't do it, he just talk about it like an analyst I just caught a play off of Stan assist You a bitch, you'd probably sit down when you take a piss You don't know when you might need 'em, I won't burn the bridge Know some niggas sick, they ain't think that I would make it big Heard your ass was stressed and had to light a cig' I got me a menace that'll pull up and split your wig I be hangin' with some shooters, feel like Golden State All I had to do was show some money and she took the bait Real nigga in my jeans, man, I can't be fake They like, damn, how you gainin' weight? 'Cause I be gettin' cake By the way you switch, I see that love is never genuine We'll turn the beef to Mortal Kombat, Stan, finish him Heard your nigga broke, ain't no fixin' him Bro'll pull up shootin' anywhere, range limitless How the fuck you buy a gun and you still a bitch? Told neph' he can't come around, he be stealin' shit I'll probably get a wife when I can build a bitch Had to cut her off 'cause she be trippin' over lil' shit He be cappin' like he got it, I don't think so Addicted to the money, I don't need a shrink, though I'll really stand on my stash and turn to 6'4" Chop like Bruce Lee, bitch got some kick, bro [Chorus] I'll pull up when you need me like it's Dame Time Don't believe rumors of what you heard through the grapevine Why you talkin' 'bout some love like I'm Faizon? Backdoor season, he ain't see him on the baseline Dirty-ass game that we play, you gotta be aware Why you tryna wrestle with me, bro? I am not a Flair I ain't tryna be the toughest, just a millionaire Used to let shit make me mad, now I don't even care [Outro] Hm, ShittyBoyz