Текст песни 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