Skooly - I Want Them Millions lyrics

[Intro: Hundred Kae] All we know is hustle, yeah, it's in our genes Young rich n***a with a real big check Young rich n***a, we'll die about respect [Pre-Hook] This ain't rap money stuffed off in my jeans All we know is hustle, yeah, it's in our genes Whip it with an egg beater, beat it, Billy Jean And it's all about the crew, it ain't no "I" in team [Hook] I want them millions I want them millions (Swear) I want them millions (4x) [Verse 1: Hundred Kae] If you a real n***a You a hustla, get money by any means, I'm f**in' with ya Been gettin' it out the streets Mom and dad raised a beast I got the work, so they f**in' with 'em If a n***a take you off, then that's your loss Yeah, you know that you shouldn't have been f**in' with 'em If a n***a don't eat, then that n***a just a leach Ha, call him a f** n***a! Hustle in all of our genes Put racks in all of my jeans Get money by any means I get high just a like a fiend I do this sh** for the cream I know it ain't no "I" in no team, but I do this sh** for my team I do that sh** that you dream Margielas and Balmain my jeans I'ma stay down just to stay up Rapping and we trapping, she (?) us Ain't frontin' (?), never fronted us Never let a b**h lil' boy us Hustle in my DNA Ballin', but no NBA Flyin', but no TSA All of my spots got a safe [Pre-hook] [Hook] [Verse 2: Hundred Kae] All of my n***as (?), all of my n***as 'bout money All of my n***as first (?), none of 'em sit on no benches All of my n***as want mo', all of my n***as went pro We get the bags for the low Patna done f**ed on yo hoe My patna thinking he Bosh and Jordan Cause all he sold/soul was glow My patna from The Bluff, sold more dog food than the Kroger I'ma die about my city, it's like I tote a four-leaf clover I came with my fam, I don't have my chauffeur I don't got no feelings Yo crew (?) She swallow my children, I'm counting my benjis I want them millions, I want them millions Swear, I want them millions Ball hard, chinchilla Don't talk on no pillow I pop just like pistol Ballin' like all of the Michael's We k**in' sh** just like Jack the Reaper [Hook] [Verse 3: Pinkb**hh] You b**hes is trippin', I'm stackin' and flippin' You won't catch me slippin' You all in yo feelings, don't mix that with business I need me a million, better yet, I need a billion My hair is Brazilian, my b**hes Brazilian f** a n***a feelings p**y worth a million In the penthouse chillin' Hunnits and fifties, you know how I rock Trappin' and stackin', it go 'round the clock With my trap b**hes, we pull up in drops The way that I kick it, he threw me my (?) [Verse 4: Skooly] If you came to stay, why the hell you leave? The youngin' here to stay, sh**, I will never leave Even if they f**in' quarantined where I be You might not be able to even see what I've seen Ah, the pain is all in my dream Family's all that I need They all in my dreams, they all in my genes I know that they all on my team Paparazzi finally got me I should catch his a** Now I'm your favorite rapper's problem Watch me catch his a**! Yeah [Pre-hook] [Hook]