Millions (Ysl) ft. Tae Garcons Lyrics

Voices in my head, but I ain't gone stress Worry bout a bitch, I ain't worry bout a bitch

Only focused on the bag, yeah, Birkin, yeah Send shots like it's laser tag

I've been, I've been cutting, I've been cutting, I've been cutting

Yeah, the feds up on my ass, we ain't fuckin' crashing

I just did the digital dash, off the X, exorcist Put a hole up in his head, now you look like Benson

I've been tryna Muscle Man, no, you will never be kinfolk

Told my thots to buckle up, so I could really fork the Benz

Just drop racks at Neiman Marcus, I got expensive habits

Told her, I'll see you tomorrow, I ain't never linking that bitch

I stay on the moon, I've been off the shrooms Need at least a two, I poured up a dose

I won't play with you, you gone always lose my thots come in two's, no, I can never pick and choose

I've been cutting, I've been cutting, yeah, I've been cutting, I've been cutting up

Does she love me, does she love me, not, out in Neverland I'm alone with my, guap

We been getting money, we been getting bands, that's for sure

We in the sprinter van, just spilled lean on my pants and my toes

We been gettin' that money, lil' niggas stank like Funyun's

Weed and the drank, got my shit stumbling riding the Megatron, I ain't stunting

I ain't stuntin' at y'all niggas, cream seats in the whip, vanilla

Big body G, call that shit Godzilla feel like Chief Keef, bitch, I'm a gorilla

Chilean girl, her name Priscilla In the back of the Maybach, smoking indica

Put in the gas and the clarin', I feel it, raw Leaving her ass in the past, now her feeling's hurt

Gimme a second, yeah give me some space I'm in the passenger, totin' my Ruger

I tote my chop through the tundra and rain, I don't give fucks, I was born a shooter

Added a binary, quit tryna be something I'm dying, young like Kurt Cobain

Imma keep pouring mud yeah in a lemonade wait I been cutting up, I would dress you down in

Dolce and Gabbana Was a hander-handler, I'm an acre-handler

Starsky Hutch, my twin glock's, Ben Stiller Why you tryna be The Watch

I just wanna pack-a-punch my stick I just wanna freeze my fuckin' wrist

Ain't stopping till I see billions Ysl is all I rock

All black yeah, that's the perfect fit I ain't stopping till I see billions

I been cutting