Tommy Black - Mr. Mills lyrics

(Intro) (Sex, d**, money) x4 [Jay IDK] Ok cool now we gonna go on pace, you ready? (Sex, d**, money) x4 (Harmonizing) [Verse 1] I guess I figured it out Money ain't sh** I guess I figured it out Money is a dick A b**h will tell you your sh** is good If your money long Even if your dick is shorter than Gary Coleman She moan Luckily that ain't the case (pause) For me My sh** is in a different court My ball is on a different porch Got stolen from the bad kids across the street They been plotting on this robbery for months and weeks They name is IRS, Sally Mae Circuit court, Penn State Bad b**h, Saks Fifth New car, bathing ape Jewelry, food to eat n***a mentality Coonery Make my pockets in need of a eulogy I'm spending everything I got On everything I don't need More weed, more weed I should be smoking no weed Matter fact I quit... Cause every time that I start to smoke That's when the paranoia begin [Bridge] I put my hand on the bible My other hand in my pocket I pull it out that's my wallet I take the dough out and cop it But I don't do it for profit I do it for show stopping I'm f**ing up that's the topic My hand still on the bible I'm tryna sh** on my rivals I don't do sh** for survival I'm greedy, I gotta gobble I gotta f** all the models We gotta pop all the bottles We balling out full throttle The bum wanted a dollar I told him [Hook] Mula, Mula It's all in your thoughts, your thoughts your thoughts Mula Mula It's all in your thoughts your thoughts your thoughts Mula, Mula It's all in your thoughts, your thoughts your thoughts Mula, Mula It's all in your thoughts, your thoughts your thoughts [Verse 2] Sometimes I talk about money that I ain't got I'm lukewarm but I rap like I'm already hot And I ain't got a car but I'm working towards the sh** So if it don't matter if I exaggerate just a bit Vroom, that's the 6 That's all on my forehead The back of my head laid on couches with no bed Two pockets with no bread Some friends that help out Will equal my only chance to success and a way out of the PG Mentality that had me in the streets I'm CC'ed on emails With the label chief My friends see They say sheesh He got lots of cheese It's probably from the smiles that they see on my IG But them smiles ain't really me I got piles of money owed But I got me a gold chain So you n***as will never know [Skit] (Mr. Mills) Hold on bro i got a call. One second, settle down, settle down Hello who is this? (Brian Arsinal) Hello my name is Brian Arsinal, I'm calling from Star Alliance Collection Agency. I'm trying to get in touch with a Jason Mills? (Mr. Mills) Yeah that's me (Brian Arsinal) Mr. Mills, this is an attempt to collect the debt. Says here you owe a grand total of thirty-thousand dollars to a Midway Recording & Production company. I almost don't know why I'm even making this phone call (Mr. Mills) Hey bra, don't talk to me like that bra (Brian Arsinal) You the type of n***a that motherf**ers just come and look for, Mr. Mills (Mr. Mills) What the f** is this n***a talking about? (Brian Arsinal) Thirty-thousand, for a recording and production company? Like what are you, a rapper or some sh**? If this was the mob, you would be dead right now! You realize that? Your family would be dead! Your kids would be in a dumpster! Right next to your f**ing mixtape n***a [End Skit]