letra de millions - young thug
[intro]
me and wheezy, that’s the wave
yeah, yeah
[chorus]
millions, put it in the casket and buried it
millions, n-ggas with me, b-tches think we terrorists
billions, stack this cash and lay low like barbarians
brazilians, wax it and p-ss it to australians
ayy, i suppose it’s a proposal (i suppose it’s a proposal)
ayy, most these n-ggas, they some bozos
ayy, put the racks in the console (racks)
ayy, blowin’ o’s just like cheerios
[verse 1]
pakistanian b-tch wanna lay with me (ayy)
i been in the trenches, slangin’ since a n-gga was three
i’ve been on the road, on a plane, take a pic with me
b-tch, i took a picture, try to frame me, try to riddle me (ha), ayy
made a million bucks but i didn’t touch the key, ayy
i done tore it up now shawty lovin’ me (swear), ayy
i done ran it up and now she f-ck with me
now she wanna make a baby, now she wan’ be stuck with me (b-tch)
nasty -ss b-tch (ha)
trippin’ tryna kiss me, after suckin’ n-ggas d-cks (ayy)
i can’t put no hickey on your t-tties or your lips (facts)
f-ck it, where your head? i ain’t even tryna hit (swear)
all my cars fast, i ain’t even try to dip (try)
i ain’t no dorito type of n-gga, i stack chips (racks)
ain’t no p-ssy eatin’ type of n-gga, you ain’t dip
b-tch, your mamacita tryna f-ck us off the rip
ten racks, hunnid racks
[chorus]
millions, put it in the casket and buried it
millions, n-ggas with me, b-tches think we terrorists
billions, stack this cash and lay low like barbarians
brazilians, wax it and p-ss it to australians
ayy, i suppose it’s a proposal (i suppose it’s a proposal)
ayy, most these n-ggas, they some bozos
ayy, put the racks in the console (racks)
ayy, blowin’ o’s just like cheerios (slime)
[verse 2]
hunchback, cadillac (slime)
dirty fat sacks, my b-tch a rat (slime)
i’ve been in the trenches, f-ckin’ that (slime)
all the hood hoes need love, gotta give it back (slime)
yeah, pay the b-tches homage (homage)
all my n-ggas with me one hunnid (hunnid)
all the opps die every summer (swear)
all the glocks, give ’em to my mama (on god)
all the k’s (yeah), at the hide’ (brr)
i’m a stunna, with the racks
i’m a slimeball ’til i die (slime)
all the freaky hoes come outside (all your hoes come)
all the nasty b-tches outside (yeah)
you can’t run, you can’t even stay inside (you can’t even stay inside)
get you k!lled, got a show in the chi (woo)
thumb through it fast, got this b-tch sayin’, “god”, n-gga
[chorus]
millions, put it in the casket and buried it
millions, n-ggas with me, b-tches think we terrorists
billions, stack this cash and lay low like barbarians
brazilians, wax it and p-ss it to australians
ayy, i suppose it’s a proposal (i suppose it’s a proposal)
ayy, most these n-ggas, they some bozos
ayy, put the racks in the console (racks)
ayy, blowin’ o’s just like cheerios (slime)
[outro]
me and wheezy, that’s the wave
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