Текст песни MILLIONS - ChrisClay.

This that gas Yeah
I′m off that lean, I ain't tipsy
Two fifty You′ll learn how you
Get taxed in your own city
This a hundred dollar x When I smoke I be picky
Always hate it when I'm 'round
Now I′m gone Say they miss me
I can′t lie, I just burnt the whole zip In a session
I spent 600 on this shit I'll let you smell it It′s a blessing
Dog I used to work the block
I would move it 'round like Tetris
Yeah, I seen you flexin′ money
But I don't find that shit impressive

I hate hittin′ up my plug
'Cause he got too many selections
Wait while I'm lying If it′s Za
I′m a buy it If that shit ain't 75 or up
Nigga I don′t wanna try it
I ain't broke What the price is
All these diamonds on me priceless
Got a glock 4, 5 It′s 2020, I ain't fighting Shit
, I must be doing right Because I got these niggas biting
Make a bitch re-roll the wood I need it just how I like it

Yeah I ain′t lyin' I ain't lyin′ I ain′t lyin'
Yeah I ain′t lyin' I ain′t lyin' I ain′t lyin'
Yeah I ain't lyin′ I ain′t lyin' I ain′t lyin'
Yeah I ain′t lyin' I ain′t lyin' I ain't lyin′
Yeah I ain′t lyin' I ain′t lyin' I ain′t lyin'
Yeah I ain′t lyin' I ain't lyin′ I ain′t lyin'
Yeah I ain′t lyin' I ain′t lyin' I ain′t lyin'

I was posted on the south side
Tryin' to stack this paper
Told me, blowing Ps of tat Za by acre
Different flavors I can′t let hit this dope
′Cause you ain't put in
If they ain′t gon' let me in the door
I′ll put my foot in
Different flavors
Said I'm broke Nigga where Tell me, since when
If I ain′t spend this money on weed I'd have millions
Different flavors
Different flavors

I'm off that lean I ain′t tipsy
Two fifty a line,
How you get taxed in your own city
This a hundred dollar eight
When I smoke I be picky
Always hate it when I′m 'round Now I′m gone
Say they miss me I can't lie
I just rolled the whole zip in a session.
I spent 600 on this shit I′ll let you smell it.
It's a blessing Dog
I used to work the block
I would move it ′round like Tetris
Yeah I seen you flexin' money
But I don't find that shit impressive
I hate hittin′ up my plug
′Cause he got too many selections