Millions

Lyrics

[Intro: Z Money] Hahaha, yeah That's hard Z Money Izze the Producer Know how the fuck we comin', nigga 1017 shit, nigga, 1-0-1-7 Yeah Honorary Members Damn Know how I'm rockin' You gon' be there Yeah, yeah (Go) [Chorus: Z Money & Gucci Mane] These nobody ass niggas ain't even got the pot to piss in I'm whippin' in the kitchen, tryna check another million (Skrrt) One trappy ass nigga, I just bought another building (Wow) I closed another deal real quick and had 'em diamonds hittin' [Verse 1: Z Money] The skrilla start slowin' down, somebody come up missin' My watch is worth a sixteen, none the diamonds in here missin' (Damn) The cash, I gotta get it, I'ma hit the road with it Go and tear the stores down, shoppin' like it's Christmas Don't bring ugly hoes around 'cause I kick out them bitches Stackin' up the riches, got a Glock for the attention Swaggin' in the kitchen, got a Glock without extensions (Woo) Homie sneak dissin', you a bitch, forgot to mention [Chorus: Z Money] These nobody ass niggas ain't even got the pot to piss in I'm whippin' in the kitchen, tryna check another million One trappy ass nigga, I just bought another building I closed another deal real quick and had 'em diamonds hittin' [Post-Chorus: Gucci Mane & Z Money] See, this the type of feeling when your millions make you millions I'm whippin' in the kitchen, tryna check another million See, this the type of feeling when your millions make you millions See, this the type of feeling when your millions make you millions [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] These broke ass bitches, flat titties, your tittes need a fixin' (Hah) 1017, big diamond rings, like we play for the Pistons (Brr, brr, brr) Broke ass nigga sneak dissin', I pay that no attention I bought my bitch a Wraith and then I bought myself a Bentley Diamonds in the 1017 for Z, ain't even met him (Bling) My youngin keep on beggin' for a body, I won't let him I walk past a hater like I never fuckin' met him I look him in his eye, he try me, they gon' call the medics Touch me, cut your arm off, now you're usin' a prosthetic (Well, damn) Your CEO so broke, he put fake diamonds in your pendant (Haha) Make all my niggas CEOs, they really independent See, this the type of feeling when your millions make you millions [Chorus: Z Money] These nobody ass niggas ain't even got the pot to piss in I'm whippin' in the kitchen, tryna check another million One trappy ass nigga, I just bought another building I closed another deal real quick and had 'em diamonds hittin' [Post-Chorus: Gucci Mane & Z Money] See, this the type of feeling when your millions make you millions I'm whippin' in the kitchen, tryna check another million See, this the type of feeling when your millions make you millions See, this the type of feeling when your millions make you millions [Verse 3: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] 1017, no average civilians My diamonds could feed a whole village and children Candler Road, trap right in front of the buildings (Candler Road, 1'5, Zone 6) You want them lights, I need them millions I got some ice on my neck, got me chillin' I'm in the back of her mouth like a filling Rich in the hood, it's a wonderful feeling Whippin' the vert while your bitch gave me ceiling FN8, that's a freak bitch Cut your tongue out, this ain't a sweet lick I got the mansion, nigga, like the Freaknik Foreign whip with the deep dish Serve in the morning like Regis Kid got rich and I bought a new freezer I got too many bitches like I'm breedin' Money in the air when I'm breathin', yeah Catchin' that pack like receivin' Fuck that lil' bitch, I don't need her Human Race Pharrell Adidas I got Balmain fever Married to money, I'm a cheater Saint Laurent, I got spots like a cheetah Whippin' the white like a wifebeater All this ice, you know I got the heater Pablo the trendsetter Nigga, you follow the leader [Chorus: Z Money] These nobody ass niggas ain't even got the pot to piss in I'm whippin' in the kitchen, tryna check another million One trappy ass nigga, I just bought another building I closed another deal real quick and had 'em diamonds hittin' [Post-Chorus: Gucci Mane & Z Money] See, this the type of feeling when your millions make you millions I'm whippin' in the kitchen, tryna check another million See, this the type of feeling when your millions make you millions See, this the type of feeling when your millions make you millions