In a world where cash is king, Young Thug paints a vivid picture of his lavish lifestyle. With millions in the bank and billions on his mind, he navigates through life with an entourage that's as intimidating as it is alluring. His lyrics are unapologetically raw, reflecting his journey from the trenches to the top, while offering a candid peek into his love life and fast cars. Yet, amidst all the grandeur, he remains grounded - acknowledging his roots and paying homage to those who've been part of his journey. So buckle up and enjoy this wild ride through Young Thug's world - it's not for the faint-hearted! #LavishLife #FromTrenchesToTop
Millions
Lyrics
Me and Wheezy, that's the wave
Yeah
Yeah
Millions, put it in the casket and buried it
Millions, niggas with me, bitches think we terrorists
Billions, stack this cash and lay low like barbarians
Brazilians, wax it and pass it to Australians
Ayy, I suppose it's a proposal (I suppose it's a proposal)
Ayy, most these niggas, they some bozos
Ayy, put the racks in the console (racks)
Ayy, blowin' O's just like Cheerios
Pakistanian bitch wanna lay with me (ayy)
I been in the trenches, slangin' since a nigga was three
I've been on the road, on a plane, take a pic with me
Bitch, I took a picture, try to frame me, try to riddle me (ha)
Ayy, made a million bucks but I didn't touch the key
Ayy, I done tore it up now shawty lovin' me (swear)
Ayy, I done ran it up and now she fuck with me
Now she wanna make a baby, now she wan' be stuck with me
Nasty ass bitch (ha)
Trippin' tryna kiss me, after suckin' niggas' dicks (ayy)
I can't put no hickey on your titties or your lips (facts)
Fuck it, where your head? I ain't even tryna hit (swear)
All my cars fast, I ain't even try to dip (try)
I ain't no Dorito type of nigga, I stack chips (racks)
Ain't no pussy eatin' type of nigga, you ain't dip
Bitch, your mamacita tryna fuck us off the rip
Ten racks, hunnid racks
Millions, put it in the casket and buried it
Millions, niggas with me, bitches think we terrorists
Billions, stack this cash and lay low like barbarians
Brazilians, wax it and pass it to Australians
Ayy, I suppose it's a proposal (I suppose it's a proposal)
Ayy, most these niggas, they some bozos (most these niggas, they some bozos)
Ayy, put the racks in the console (racks)
Ayy, blowin' O's just like Cheerios (slime)
Hunchback, Cadillac (slime)
Dirty fat sacks, my bitch a brat (slime)
I've been in the trenches, fuckin' that (slime)
All the hood hoes need love, gotta give it back (slime)
Yeah, pay the bitches homage (homage)
All my niggas with me one hunnid (hunnid)
All the opps die every summer (slatt)
All the Glocks, give 'em to my mama (on God)
All the Ks (yeah), at the hide' (brr)
I'm a stunna, with the racks
I'm a slimeball 'til I die (slime)
All the freaky hoes come outside (all your hoes come)
All the nasty bitches outside (yeah)
You can't run, you can't even stay inside (you can't even stay inside)
Get you killed, got a show in the Chi' (woo)
Thumb through it fast, got this bitch sayin', "God", nigga
Millions, put it in the casket and buried it
Millions, niggas with me, bitches think we terrorists
Billions, stack this cash and lay low like barbarians
Brazilians, wax it and pass it to Australians
Ayy, I suppose it's a proposal (I suppose it's a proposal)
Ayy, most these niggas, they some bozos
Ayy, put the racks in the console (racks)
Ayy, blowin' O's just like Cheerios
Me and Wheezy, that's the wave
Writer(s): Jeffery Lamar Williams
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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