Millions (feat. A Boogie Wit da Hoodie) Lyrics

Millions ft. A Boogie Wit da Hoodie - Wiz Khalifa

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Millions By Lyrics By Wiz Khalifa

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Never gon’ fall on my job

[?] go real real hard

Never gon’ turn on my dogs

Everything I do for me and my squad

Shorty keep calling my phone

Thinking I want her but we don’t get along

Papers or out of a bong

Everything I smoke real real strong

I don’t get regular dome

Come to my crib, that’s a real big home

I don’t do nothing but cones

Hit the weed once and you will get stoned

I’m in the building, I’m with the millions

More than a little bit

I’m rolling more than a little bit bro

I did a real big show

I made a lil bit of growth

Young but I still get dough

My niggas still kick doors

Y’all niggas still rent yours

My shit is all paid for

Hop in the car, take off

Get a new broad, smash off

I just got all cash, dog

I’m rich [?] a paycheck

Came straight to the top from the basement

My time is money, got ’em wasted

I’m rolling weed up and she taste it

You prolly end up where my place is

Pulled up with a bag full of faces

Full of faces

Full of faces

Now she look in amazement

Never gon’ fall on my job

[?] go real real hard

Never gon’ turn on my dogs

Everything I do for me and my squad

Shorty keep calling my phone

Thinking I want her but we don’t get along

Papers or out of a bong

Everything I smoke real real strong

I don’t get regular dome

Come to my crib, that’s a real big home

I don’t do nothing but cones

Hit the weed once and you will get stoned

I’m in the building, I’m with the millions

More than a little bit

I’m rolling more than a little bit bro

Yeah, I know the Hills feel good

But so what, I’m still real hood

She told me the pill still good

You don’t have to squeal, it feels good, yeah

Adderall pills feel good, yeah

I know they would kill for a bill, yeah

Made a couple million off the deal, yeah

But I’m still in my hood, yeah

Drop top Coup in my hood, yeah

I get money, I’m good, yeah

I break hearts but I’m in love, yeah

Superbad like McLovin

I’m so good at switching subjects

I count up and make ’em upset

Purple [?]

Purple drink, got syrup on deck

Everything that I said, she probably don’t care

I’m only thinking about you ’cause you’re not here

And I came in a Lamborghini, it ain’t fair

New jeans, probably got a hundred damn pairs

Hoodie on, trust me it’s a nightmare

Put a [?] on his ass ’cause I don’t fight fair

Putting on my glove, feelin’ like Mike yeah

Never gon’ fall on my job

[?] go real real hard

Never gon’ turn on my dogs

Everything I do for me and my squad

Shorty keep calling my phone

Thinking I want her but we don’t get along

Papers or out of a bong

Everything I smoke real real strong

I don’t get regular dome

Come to my crib, that’s a real big home

I don’t do nothing but cones

Hit the weed once and you will get stoned

I’m in the building, I’m with the millions

More than a little bit

I’m rolling more than a little bit bro

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