Millions lyrics
by Tory Lanez
[Chorus: Tory Lanez & OuttaTown]
This Phillipe on my wrist is a Patek, ayy
Diamonds drippin on me, b*tch, no counterfeit
All my hoes'll pay for me, them b*tches rich
30 on me, and you know I'm wit' the sh*t, ahh
Pull up foreign, yeah, this sh*t is lit, ayy
Got a 40 on my nina, I'm wit' the sh*t, ayy
Hit up fifty, and I'm 'bout to f*ck ya b*tch, uh (OT)
Forty, forty, and I'm 'bout to f*ck ya b*tch, ahh
[Verse 1: OuttaTown]
Diamonds dancin' on me, drippin' like some water
Pu-Pull up on a n*gga, serve you on the corner (Skrt)
My momma taught her son, how to whip the coca (Whip it, coca)
If you from the hood you better keep that forty on ya
We don't be playin' that tough talk
We don't be playin' that tough talk
I'll put her in some red bottoms
f*ck her once and forget about her
b*tches comin' to the loft with me
Pop a pill, now she gettin' ready
pus*y drippin' all on a n*gga
Got her legs up to the ceiling
We been countin' money all day
Blowin' money and I'm still straight
Put a million in the safe today
All these n*ggas, they really fake
I be gettin' money on the real
Motherf*cker I don't need a deal
I be quarterbackin' all the plays
Got my hitters playin' on the field
Chinchilla all on my back
Once I blow it, I ain't lookin' back
Tell Kehlani bring the jewels out
Cuban links weighin' down my neck
Paper cuts, thumbin' through the check
Heard these other rappers, they in debt
80K for a new Patek
Day one, die for respect
[Pre-Chorus: Tory Lanez]
A million ain't sh*t to a n*gga
A million ain't sh*t to a n*gga
n*ggas struggle just to get a million
When ya get a million, man, you realize
Man, a million ain't sh*t to a n*gga
A million ain't sh*t to a n*gga
Man, I want the billions, I want the trillions
Look at me now, my b*tch is Sicilian, dog
[Chorus: Tory Lanez & OuttaTown]
This Phillipe on my wrist is a Patek, ayy
Diamonds drippin on me, b*tch, no counterfeit
All my hoes'll pay for me, them b*tches rich
30 on me, and you know I'm wit' the sh*t, ahh
Pull up foreign, yeah, this sh*t is lit, ayy
Got a 40 on my nina, I'm wit' the sh*t, ayy
Hit up fifty, and I'm 'bout to f*ck ya b*tch, uh (OT)
Forty, forty, and I'm 'bout to f*ck ya b*tch, ahh
[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
My wrist like Tina Turner
Can't you see the burner
Cookin' in the kitchen
Can't you see the turner
I talk that money talk
She say that she's a learner
That's why it's something I got on look like you seen a murder
I'm talkin' that b*tch on that Wraith talk
I put that b*tch on that Wraith tall
Big ol' money in the safe box
All these n*ggas sendin' straight shots
I been gettin' money on the real
Way before a n*gga did a deal
I could put your b*tch up in the hills
And you know that b*tch is gettin' killed
Gettin' money like I'm Bill Gates
Knowin' all my n*ggas still straight
We pay ahead of the bill date
Your n*ggas real? Yeah, they real fake
n*ggas talkin' they done runnin' jaws
Gotta f*ck up on the better y'alls
I done pulled up then I bent the door
Went and crashed that Aventador
Flossin' on them n*ggas, flossin' on them n*ggas
Dog, I ain't got no dental floss
Reservation went to reservoir
Reservation to the next resort
Gettin' money on them n*ggas, dog
Man, you seen me crash that Aventador
I done bought it, you done rented yours
Residue, we done swept it off
[Pre-Chorus: Tory Lanez]
A million ain't sh*t to a n*gga
A million ain't sh*t to a n*gga
n*ggas struggle just to get a million
When ya get a million, man, you realize
Man, a million ain't sh*t to a n*gga
A million ain't sh*t to a n*gga
Man, I want the billions, I want the trillions
Look at me now, my b*tch is Sicilian, dog
[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
This Phillipe on my wrist is a Patek, ayy
Diamonds drippin on me, b*tch, no counterfeit
All my hoes'll pay for me, them b*tches rich
30 on me, and you know I'm wit' the sh*t, ahh
Pull up foreign, yeah, this sh*t is lit, ayy
Got a 40 on my nina, I'm wit' the sh*t, ayy
Hit up fifty, and I'm 'bout to f*ck ya b*tch, uh
Forty, forty, and I'm 'bout to f*ck ya b*tch, ahh
[Outro: OuttaTown & Tory Lanez]
(All my b*tches pay for me, that's a bet)
That's a bet
(30 thousand when I step up off the jet, oh)
40 thousand on a n*gga
(Jump in her apartment, I'm in love)
(Pull up in that b*tch and all the b*tches out)
OT
(Thirties are the reason it's hard to wake me up)