Millions Lyrics

From the trenches and now we make millions

Splitting that work up no middle man

We gone spin that boy top like a ceiling fan

Swizz

From the trenches and now we make millions

And we splitting that work up no middle man

Yea we balling so hard ain't no limit man

And we spin that boy top like a ceiling fan

Black on black in a Benz that's a sprinter van

Hear my bars back to back know you feeling them

Imma rookie but feel like a veteran

Lot of niggas with checks that I'm better than

When I get the call man I'm pulling up

It's about 12 in the sprinter van

We got them sticks call em glocks in the cut

It's a beam Jawn when I see the man

I aim at ya top if you front 38 baby no love ain't no feelings here

Tell me why would you lie if you didn't care

Now you dead to me girl so I send a prayer

Man this shit unbelievable all the times we was working hard

Had a plan stick together man dam I believed in you

The flick of my wrist is a audemar

I kept it a stack man you know I ain't believe in you

Off white on my seats it's a foreign car

Got the black and white stripes man I know that you see it to

Stay by my side no you never far

If you call me you need you know that I'm coming through

See I gotta plan to shoot for the stars

Just live for today and fight for tomorrow

Man I ain't ashamed been real for the start

Man I feel that pain right up under my heart

Man I cover my pain you seeing my scars

I stood by your side through the cold and the rain that shit grew us apart

That shit grew us apart yea

No no no no

Never was a liar though

No no no no

She always tries to kiss and fight

From the trenches and now we make millions

And we splitting that work up no middle man

Yea we balling so hard ain't no limit man

And we spin that boy top like a ceiling fan

Black on black in a Benz that's a sprinter van

Hear my bars back to back know you feeling them

Imma rookie but feel like a veteran

Lot of niggas with checks that I'm better than

When I get the call man I'm pulling up

It's about 12 in the sprinter van

We got them sticks call em glocks in the cut

It's a beam Jawn when I see the man

I aim at ya top if you front 38 baby no love ain't no feelings here

Tell me why would you lie if you didn't care

Now you dead to me girl so I send a prayer