letra de millionaires - buscemi jay
hook:
tired of us doing it again
i don’t wanna sit and pretend
i tell em the truth and they taking offense
the perky be leaving em’ tense
every song a hit sh-t is over the fence
money on my mind, you lil n-ggas blind
i don’t think they can see through my lens
you tired of being the shadow?
mentally winning the battle
sipping while i’m pulling her strings like gepetto
we some dirty boys came from the ghetto
now we making money by singing falsetto
i don’t think you ready for battle
we leaving em lifted they wearing stilettos
verse:
walk round this b-tch like some millionares
flyest around i don’t even care
too many garments i don’t even wear
shaving these bullets down leave em spare
love her but she dropping tears
urus i step on i’m switching these gears
god fearing man i could never fear you
i’m way too cautious to leave it near you
he feeling nice better chill out
i got the money to fill house
take off the silence i want it to k!ll loud
i wanted my father to feel proud
but, f-ck its whatever
too much money drop bands on a sweater
she dedicated to me ima let her
but if she don’t show it then again i won’t sweat her
tired of giving these features
you lil n-ggas can’t cover my sneakers
and i see y’all hate from the bleachers
i put y’all on game i correct like a teacher
but f-ck it if you wanna try ya luck
“smith ands” and dracs we can put em up
we leaving the money up leave it stuck uh
we leaving it stuck
outside if its cold or warm
bullets dropping we making it storm
got her bent now we filming the p-rn
ima up it again gotta look up the score
pull up giving fear just to show em
my pistol bis-xual on n-ggas its blowing em
extendos inside and its growing on em
spit at whoever i’m flowing on em, yea
hook:
tired of us doing it again
i don’t wanna sit and pretend
i tell em the truth and they taking offense
the perky be leaving em’ tense
every song a hit sh-t is over the fence
money on my mind, you lil n-ggas blind
i don’t think they can see through my lens
you tired of being the shadow?
mentally winning the battle
sipping while i’m pulling her strings like gepetto
we some dirty boys came from the ghetto
now we making money by singing falsetto
i don’t think you ready for battle
we leaving em lifted they wearing stilettos
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