Lyrics Millionaire Problems - Nikkie Bandz
Quarter
mill
I'm
tryna
spend
up
on
a
Richard
mill
100
k
I
think
I
owe
it
to
my
lawyer
still
Spilt
a
cup
of
activist
call
it
a
oil
spill
Riding
foreign
with
a
baddie
in
the
lower
hills
Been
out
my
mind
fuck
it
nigga
I
just
popped
a
pill
Even
though
I
got
a
bitch
that
be
like
fuck
it
on
my
line
still
Burning
money
fuck
it
I
ain't
save
a
mil
still
But
she
would
sell
her
soul
for
a
pair
of
heels
I
been
around
the
world
steady
chasin
mills
An
ain't
coming
back
without
a
couple
mill
Never
sleepin
I
just
put
up
on
my
louie
cleats
They
talking
bout
all
kind
of
smoke
that
shit
ain't
new
to
me
Got
shooters
on
go
bitch
and
some
more
shit
My
bitches
think
they
nosey
but
they
don't
know
shit
Water
by
my
throat
bitch
I
got
em
sea
sick
Flying
in
a
lotus
police
ain't
see
shit
Rockstar
where
the
bandz
at
float
off
a
xanax
It
never
make
me
slow
I
count
it
up
every
time
Like
fuck
the
cup
I
kick
I
pour
it
up
every
time
Sexy
and
crazy
that
kinda
amaze
me
I
cop
a
rolls
with
the
keys
you
cop
her
daisies
AK-47
on
me
strapped
like
I'm
from
Haiti
Better
yet
from
grady
They
know
it's
dat
way
I
pointed
to
the
door
I
told
her
to
go
dat
way
Quarter
mill
I'm
tryna
spend
up
on
a
richard
mill
100
k
I
think
I
owe
it
to
my
lawyer
still
Spilt
a
cup
of
activist
call
it
a
oil
spill
Riding
foreign
with
a
baddie
in
the
lower
hills
Been
out
my
mind
fuck
it
nigga
I
just
popped
a
pill
Even
though
I
got
a
bitch
that
be
like
fuck
it
on
my
line
still
Burning
money
fuck
it
I
ain't
save
a
mil
still
But
she
would
sell
her
soul
for
a
pair
of
heels
We
just
havin
our
way
we
just
havin
our
way
She
surprised
she
got
laid
been
laid
on
me
I'm
rocking
too
much
double
g
Can't
get
your
heart
back
from
me
Niggas
fuckin
hoes
from
a
to
z
But
I
been
chasin
more
this
currency
Catch
me
in
a
spider
when
the
nightfall
I
ain't
shaking
no
hands
I
don't
like
y'all
Told
a
bitch
to
catch
a
red
eye
I
don't
like
y'all
Cause
they
done
sipped
all
my
cream
soda
and
my
sprite
Y'all
Gotta
go
plus
I
got
a
show
Loubitin
spikes
on
my
toes
So
fly
I
got
dikes
on
go
Treating
life
like
dice
I'm
rollin
Murciélago
fast
like
it's
stolen
Pockets
looking
like
pads
I'm
loaded
New
richard
millie
bussed
down
and
it's
frozen
Ysl
I
need
a
dolly
all
these
lows
in
We
ballin
derrick
rose
AK-47
pull
it
out
now
he
exposed
A
half
a
pound
of
weed
I
swear
to
god
have
his
nose
wiped
Keep
me
close
tight
Right
under
your
nose
sight
Ten
thousand
dollar
cartier
check
out
my
nose
sight
Quarter
mill
I'm
tryna
spend
up
on
a
richard
mill
100
k
I
think
I
owe
it
to
my
lawyer
still
Spilt
a
cup
of
activist
call
it
a
oil
spill
Riding
foreign
with
a
baddie
in
the
lower
hills
Been
out
my
mind
fuck
it
nigga
I
just
popped
a
pill
Even
though
I
got
a
bitch
that
be
like
fuck
it
on
my
line
still
Burning
money
fuck
it
I
ain't
save
a
mil
still
But
she
would
sell
her
soul
for
a
pair
of
heels
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