Millions lyrics

[Intro: Ugly God & Rizzoo Rizzoo]
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh, ooh
b*tch, drip (Gang), drip, drip, drip
(It's hot)

[Chorus: Rizzoo Rizzoo & Ugly God]
She just tryna throw it back on camera
She just go to work and she a dancer
Freaky lil' b*tch and she ain't got no manners
I'm finna nail that pus*y, hit it with this hammer
I get my money, then I throw it to the ceiling
When I talk my sh*t, all the real n*ggas feel me
Tighten up, get the f*ck up out your feelings
Give a f*ck about a b*tch 'cause I'm tryna get these millions

[Verse 1: Ugly God & Rizzoo Rizzoo]
Go'n and toot it up, and b*tch, I'm booted up
Spin a few circles around your block and then we shoot it up
Put my di*k all in her face and watch her chew it up
Light up a blunt and don't pass sh*t, yeah, b*tch, I'm rude as f*ck
Ayy, you not for me, baby, you for the scene
Louis my belt and my boxers Supreme
I'm in the head like a bad dream
Chill out, 'cause I done seen bad things
Pull up in an all-white Ghost, woah
Turn a f*ck n*gga to toast, woah
I'm the sh*t, don't mean to boast, woah
From Houston, Texas to the coast, woah (It's hot)
[Chorus: Rizzoo Rizzoo & Ugly God]
She just tryna throw it back on camera
She just go to work and she a dancer
Freaky lil' b*tch and she ain't got no manners
I'm finna nail that pus*y, hit it with this hammer
I get my money, then I throw it to the ceiling
When I talk my sh*t, all the real n*ggas feel me
Tighten up, get the f*ck up out your feelings
Give a f*ck about a b*tch 'cause I'm tryna get these millions (Rizzoo Rizzoo cuttin' up)

[Verse 2: Rizzoo Rizzoo]
Tryna get rich
Still in the trenches with them sticks, a n*gga play, he get hit
Yeah, yeah, I'm spittin' flavor like teriyaki
And I'm rolling strong, call it exotic
New foreign off the lot and it's robotic
Fly my b*tch to Miami to get her body (It's hot)

[Chorus: Rizzoo Rizzoo & Ugly God]
She just tryna throw it back on camera
She just go to work and she a dancer
Freaky lil' b*tch and she ain't got no manners
I'm finna nail that pus*y, hit it with this hammer
I get my money, then I throw it to the ceiling
When I talk my sh*t, all the real n*ggas feel me
Tighten up, get the f*ck up out your feelings
Give a f*ck about a b*tch 'cause I'm tryna get these millions
[Verse 3: Rizzoo Rizzoo & Ugly God]
She gotta work at night
I hit the city in my whip, don't give a f*ck about a flight
She know I ball in real life, I give a f*ck about some likes
I'm real deal what I'm spittin', give a f*ck about a mic
Before I ever heard of Future, I put dirty in my Sprite
Stupid b*tch just hit my phone like, "Come and get that pus*y right"
And I been ballin' on these n*ggas like my first name is Mike
And that b*tch gon' throw her ass in the worst way I like (It's hot)

[Chorus: Rizzoo Rizzoo & Ugly God]
She just tryna throw it back on camera
She just go to work and she a dancer
Freaky lil' b*tch and she ain't got no manners
I'm finna nail that pus*y, hit it with this hammer
I get my money, then I throw it to the ceiling
When I talk my sh*t, all the real n*ggas feel me
Tighten up, get the f*ck up out your feelings
Give a f*ck about a b*tch 'cause I'm tryna get these millions (It's hot)
She just tryna throw it back on camera
She just go to work and she a dancer
Freaky lil' b*tch and she ain't got no manners
I'm finna nail that pus*y, hit it with this hammer
I get my money, then I throw it to the ceiling
When I talk my sh*t, all the real n*ggas feel me
Tighten up, get the f*ck up out your feelings
Give a f*ck about a b*tch 'cause I'm tryna get these millions