(Oh my God, Ronny)
Jefe, she call me papi, got money on money, I'm gettin' the fetti, ayy
Two-tone Patek, I'm blindin' your bitch, she went missin', it got a lil' scary (Skrrt)
She got the drop on my Telly, she came wit her friend and they came in a hurry, yeah
Pop a bean, she be on the scene, shit got blurry (What?)
I been humble way too long, I turned into a monster (Haha)
Keep my niggas 'round me, case they gettin' outta pocket (Shut)
Rich nigga from the bottom, mansion in the tropics
Wrist do the talkin', OMG, I been the Topic (Yeah)
Millions up, millions up, millions up, millions up
Millions up, millions up, millions up, millions up
Millions up, millions up, millions up, millions up
Millions up, millions up, millions up, millions up (Ayy)
I got no room in my 'Rari, I'm backed up, put a lil' bitch in a lyft, yeah
Touch down, I had to blow it, she came to my city, she gettin' too lit, yeah
Million dollars in the whips, 250 the cut, got bitches on dick, yeah
They ain't believe in the kid, I'm fuckin' they bitches, I'm poppin' my shit, yeah
Bottega on my frames, in Saudi I'm switchin' lanes
Birkin bag her brains, she scream when she say my name, ayy
I can't play no games, two-tone my Bentley Mulsanne
Switch it, it get wicked, made millions, we ain't the same
Millions up, millions up, millions up, millions up
Millions up, millions up, millions up, millions up
Millions up, millions up, millions up, millions up
Millions up, millions up, millions up, millions up
