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letra de millions on millions - lil yachty

[lyrics from snippets]

[intro: lil yachty]
yeah, for real?
mm, yup, yup
ha-ha, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
yuh, aye
wow!

[verse 1: lil yachty]
tell ’em we rich now
tell him i might f-ck his b-tch now
might cop a coupe with the shift now
finally got money to order my food and pay tips now
might as well f-ck with the crips now
but i still f-ck with the big bs
you’da catch hot sh-lls like hot cakes all day like it’s mikey ds
use to ride ’round on the 22s, walkin’ around in them 23s
[?] call that sh-t double gs
i done bought gucci’s last 5 seasons
i hit your b-tch at the four seasons
n-gg-s find every reason i still [?] being life dawg
i rock a wedding ring on my [?] finger but i can’t have a wife dawg
still with a tribe on a quest, tryna get it, yeah, r.i.p. phife dawg
still switching lanes with the gang, lights blinkin’, doin’ dash in the white frog

[chorus: lil yachty]
yeah, i done made millions on millions
stack to the ceiling, ride down a chameleon
can’t go back to bein’ broke ’cause i wanna have children
took the whole gang, put ’em in one pavilion
bro got my sh-t so it’s f-ck how you feelin’
n-gg- don’t f-ck with me like i’m a villain
but i ain’t do no wrong, i just be chillin’

[post-chorus: lil yachty]
i think they mad cause this car [?], iced down, this just the rich life
i think they mad cause they wife might get sliced
if it’s only a boring night
i’m a young n-gg- with a lot of money walkin’ with a pole
f-ck a fist fight
i think i was born with a 76, i think my newest b-tch heaven sent

[verse 2: lil yachty]
yeah, yeah, b-tch i’m best friends with the mailman
drop off some [?] at my doorstep
walking your [?]
[?], didn’t f-ck with me till they knew i could help
now i’m walkin’ ’round with them big knots
big bentley bs and them droptops
big booty b-
….
[?] till they teeth rot
f-ck clubbing, i’m at the main spot
these n-gg-s stay in the same spot
i had to clear up my mental, huh
[?] time in the central
vvs in my dental
h-lla cars, it’s a central, hey
i’m droppin’ 30 like kevin booker
sn-tch up yo b-tch because she a looker
b-tch, i’m the wave like a bag of [?]
not with the internet scuffle
my b-tch say she want a bigger -ss
i told her gon’ head and pump it up
now that’s an everyday struggle, f-ck
yeaah, i’m getting tired of these frenemies
cuttin’ off all of the fake n-gg-s
lately, i ain’t like your energy

[pre-chorus: lil yachty]
i be better off by myself, away, yes

[verse 2: playboi carti & pi’erre bourne]
hop in the coupe, it’s just like a party man
millions on [?] just like a [?] can
can’t go….

[pre-chorus: lil yachty]
i be better off by myself, away, yes

- lil yachty

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