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letra de millions - talibando

[intro: veeze]
we was raise to be— we was raise to believe one was the first number (m.o.b. waddup)
but million is the first number
that’s where i’ma start counting from

[verse 1: veeze]
you earn your money, i burn money
my backwood smell like burnt opps
you better come ready, we bangin’ it out
just tatted my name, she sayin’ it loud
i cover my pain with syrup lines
so high, my view bird-eye
i told her i’m rich, she heard me now
i never got a’s, i’m nerdy now
all these drugs, they make my heart beat fast, i’m d-mn near carried out
all these hoes, i must got baby mamas that i ain’t heard about
got white boys like robin thicke, n-gga, we servin’ blurred lines
n-gga, don’t call my phone for sh-t, got no white, i served mine
i can’t even hide the bl!ck, b-tch too big, my pants tight
give me the pint, i’m pourin’ it dark, sh-t look just like midnight
[verse 2: talibando]
me and veeze in a gls, we gon’ drive that b-tch like a track’
i f-cked her one time, she keep callin’ my phone, come get your ho, she a pistol
got a steph curry on my chest, this a thirty-piece, lil’ n-gga, that’s no jeff
when the messages end, you get up and grind every day, n-gga, ain’t no rest
give ’em faceshots, ain’t no vest
sellin’ dog, i ain’t mate no pets
i got the money, but don’t got the time, this sh-t don’t make no sense
we keep matchin’ line after line, we could’ve paid your rent
come through tryna tax us like we lame, we gotta take that sh-t
go to war anywhere, n-gga, take your pick
bump stock on the chop make the draco spit
coach bando, i really can call the plays, send my lil’ n-ggas to blitz
f-ck all the fame, i really don’t care ’bout a name, i really just wanna be rich

[verse 3: lucki]
me and sauce in an svr, we’ll treat this b-tch like a ‘cat
me and sauce just matched a four, we gon’ play like it’s act’
i hate a b-tch that call my phone whenever i post some racks
pint of trish smell like patrón, but hi-tech comin’ back
i don’t wanna do no raps, i could’ve sworn you paid to act
made her take me back, do her dirty, fade to black
i don’t wanna do no raps, i could’ve sworn you paid to act
made her take me back, do her dirty, fade to black
i want some more money, f-ck the summer up
they cute, but they can’t come with us
in a two-door ‘cat, not a runner-up
i’ll trust her far as i can throw her if i’m dumb enough
still woke, depend on what i’m pourin’, then i’m showin’ up
it’s really simple
i used to be a robber, i could’ve got it from my mama
an assh0l- myself, but my ho think she the problem
demon child under my belt, broke her down, she need god
i be thinkin’ ’bout seein’ tomorrow, i feel too d-mn high this time
shantel said i’m lyin’, but lil’ casey know i’m tryin’
najee callin’ my phone but i’m in the zoo mixed with lions
nyny showed her weakness, i can’t help it but mistreat her
i just want a sl-t for now, but lil’ destiny a keeper
i been shoppin’ in my accounting classes, tryna f-ck a teacher
a few thousand people sold out, next year, an arena
me and sauce in an svr, we’ll treat this b-tch like a ‘cat
me and sauce just matched a four, we gon’ play like it’s act’

- talibando

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