(Intro)
It’s that moon rock sh*t
You gotta mix this with some regular OG
Cuz this s**t be burning crazy
(Verse 1 – 2 Chainz)
Cumming a bi**h and I go crazy
Spend all these racks and I go crazy
Leave out the parking lot doing a 180
This how the lord made me
Drop the top and start sun bathing
Put her on a treadmill and then I make her run naked
Got all my side hoe frustrated
This the life I waited on
Seen a bi**h from school, gave her number to a payphone
I don’t know what you been waiting on
All that I know is that I been waiting long
I ain’t waiting to get no lone
Provolone on top of Provolone
Mobile phone on top of mobile phone
I’on watch you ni**as smoking on
Pull my closet gotta Ost there
Mobile home on top of mobile home
I go to sleep with a rollie on
I start my car with remote control
Get some more pu**y
I go to sleep with a condom on
(Chorus)
F**k it, I want me a milli
F**k it, I want me a milli
F**k it, I want me a milli
I’m getting it, I’m getting it, no really I’m getting it
F**k it, I want me a milli
F**k it, I want me a milli
F**k it, I want me a milli
I’m getting it, I’m getting it, no really I’m getting it
(Verse 2 – Wiz Khalifa)
F**k I’m the king of the city
I don’t take a trip unless I got a bi**h with me
I pull up wit pounds or I got a zip in me
You don’t want no problems, my guys
My ni**as go bap bap bap bap till it’s empty
F**k 2 every night in 5 days that’s a 10 piece
My bi**h that I’m with that’s a 10 piece
I’m pouring that gin in assembly
You ni**as so fake need assembly
I’m smoking weed, f**k the penalty
Riding round in a old school, with 2 hoes and little old me
F**k I’ma do wit this money, but walk in the club and start stunting
Push all my old bi**hes buttons
Came up from nothing to something
Tell her take the stick, don’t run from me
There’s some for you, there’s some for me
So if we have this 3 some, make sure you cum for me
All that bulls**t is up under me, smoking gas ain’t no tumble weed
All of this cash that’s another thing
Black and yellow like a bumblebee
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 3 – 2 Chainz)
F**k it, I want me a milli
So went and got me a milli
Now I want me a billi
I don’t think I have a ceiling
I can come thru with no ceiling
I give a f**k how you feeling
I can tell you how you looking
Ni**a you ain’t used to winning
Had the chickens missing winters
In Miami, Mr. Winner
Ran a 14 for breakfast, prime 112 for dinner
Maison Margiela Killer
Got a heart of a killer
Take the pu**y, I’ll kill it
What up Tip? What up Killa?
(Repeat Chorus)
