Wiz Khalifa, A Boogie Wit da Hoodie - Millions Lyrics

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Never gon' fall on my job
I'ma always 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 in the building)
I'm with the millions (I'm with the millions)
More than a little bit
I'm rolling up more than a little bit bro

I did a real big show
I made a lil' bit grow
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 and I cop me a paycheck
Came straight to the top from the basement
My time is money, I don't waste it
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
I'ma always 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 in the building)
I'm with the millions (I'm with the millions)
More than a little bit
I'm rolling up 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 pills feel 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 coupe in my hood, yeah
I get money, I'm good, yeah
I break hearts but I'm in love, yeah
Super bad like McLovin
I'm so good at switching subjects
I count up and make 'em upset
Purple check, I pull my Percs, yeah
Purple drink, got syrup on deck
And 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 bully on his ass 'cause I don't fight fair
Putting on my glove, feelin' like Mike, yeah

Never gon' fall on my job
I'ma always 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 in the building)
I'm with the millions (I'm with the millions)
More than a little bit
I'm rolling up more than a little bit bro

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