[ Featuring Luh Tyler ]
Catch a nigga in New York and Jackson like Lamar
Huh (I hear you, JAY C)
Nah, for real (MIA JAY C)
Huh (ayy)
What the f*ck is ten-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the f*ck is twenty-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the f*ck is forty-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the f*ck is fifty-thousand to a millionaire? (Ha)
What the f*ck is ten-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the f*ck is twenty-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the f*ck is forty-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the f*ck is fifty-thousand to a millionaire? (Huh, ha)
The next nigga to speak on my name, he gettin' whacked (bah)
Either that, bitch smacked or kidnapped
You know I know how to act, like I don't know where niggas at (where they at)
Like, I can't make a dog sit or a killer catch a hat (bah)
Walk 'em down, f*cked around and put a tracker on his Track' (his Track')
My young niggas racin' strikers, put the Trackhawk on the track (skrrt)
You know me, I'm into stretchin' shit, don't play the internet (fah-fah)
Hopped out on 'em, fap-fap-fap (fap-fap-fap), ain't even tell my niggas that (ha)
Man, you know that ain't yo' business if you wasn't in that car
Even if a nigga follow where I'm at, I stay too far (alright, alright)
"Skilla, what you doin' out here servin' niggas? You a star" (ha)
Catch a nigga in New York and Jackson like Lamar (catch his ass)
What the f*ck is twenty-thousand? I ain't braggin' 'bout that shit (uh-uh)
Everything I touch make me a hundred, plus, lil' bitch, I'm rich (I'm rich)
A lot of niggas wanna see me down bad or on my dick (ha)
Don't need no stylist, I'm too lit
Ten plus on every fit, huh, hmm
What the f*ck is ten-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the f*ck is twenty-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the f*ck is forty-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the f*ck is fifty-thousand to a millionaire? (Ha)
What the f*ck is ten-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the f*ck is twenty-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the f*ck is forty-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the f*ck is fifty-thousand to a millionaire? (Ha)
Tell me what the f*ck is fifty-thousand to the G.O.A.T.?
That ain't shit, nigga, I can make that off a couple shows (bag)
You ain't never hit the road and come back with them bands before (what?)
I can't stop the grind, I need my people in a mansion, ho (yeah)
Yeah, these niggas say they on the grind, but really, that shit cap (that shit cap)
And I snap on any track, I beat the mic' down like the trap
We chase money all day and all night, no time to take a nap (no time for that)
And my brodie ride 'round like a dyke, he love to keep that strap (yeah)
Yeah, we crusin' with the top back (yeah)
Smokin' on some 'za pack (on that 'za pack)
Why this nigga hatin' on the kid? He need to stop that (you need to stop that)
All my bitches be ten out of ten, no, you can't top that (no, you can't top that)
My brodie ready to smush a nigga mans and push his top back (ha)
All my bitches bad and all my hunnids blue, nigga (my hunnids blue)
You see that money bag, that's why we runnin' to, nigga (I'm runnin' to)
Yeah, all my niggas havin' bitch, I thought you knew, nigga (on God)
Them f*ck niggas make me sick, I think I got the flu, nigga (they make me sick, nigga)
What the f*ck is ten-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the f*ck is twenty-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the f*ck is forty-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the f*ck is fifty-thousand to a millionaire? (Ha)
What the f*ck is ten-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the f*ck is twenty-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the f*ck is forty-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the f*ck is fifty-thousand to a millionaire? (Ha)
Huh
What the f*ck is fifty-thousand to a millionaire?
What the f*ck is fifty-thousand to a millionaire?
Huh
