Mr. Mills
Sex, drugs, money sex, drugs, money
Sex, drugs, money sex, drugs, money
(Ok cool now we gonna go on pace, you ready?)
Sex, drugs, money sex, drugs, money
Sex, drugs, money sex, drugs, money
(Harmonizing)
I guess I figured it out money ain't shit
I guess I figured it out money is a dick
A bitch will tell you your shit is good
If your money long even if your dick is
Shorter than Gary Coleman she moan
Luckily that ain't the case for me
My shit is in a different court
My ball is on a different porch
Got stolen from the bad
Kids across the street
They been plotting on this robbery
For months and weeks
They name is IRS, Sally Mae
Circuit court, Penn State
Bad Bitch, Saks Fifth new car, Bathing Ape
Jewelry, food to eat
Nigga mentality, coonery
Make my pockets in need of a eulogy
I'm spending everything I got
On everything I don't need
More weed, more weed
I should be smoking no weed
Matter fact I quit
Cause every time that I start to smoke
That's when the paranoia begin
I put my hand on the bible
My other hand in my pocket
I pull it out that's my wallet
I take the dough out and cop it
But I don't do it for
Profit I do it for show stopping
I'm fucking up that's the topic
My hand still on the bible
I'm tryna shit on my rivals
I don't do shit for survival
I'm greedy, I gotta gobble
I gotta fuck all the models
We gotta pop all the bottles
We balling out full throttle
The bum wanted a dollar I told him
Mula, Mula it's all in your thoughts
Your thoughts your thoughts mula Mula
It's all in your thoughts
Your thoughts your thoughts mula, Mula
It's all in your thoughts
Your thoughts your thoughts mula, Mula
It's all in your thoughts
Your thoughts your thoughts
Sometimes I talk about money that I ain't got
I'm lukewarm but I rap like I'm already hot
And I ain't got a car but
I'm working towards the shit
So it don't matter if I
Exaggerate just a bit vroom, that's the 6
That's all on my forehead
The back of my head laid
On couches with no bed
Two pockets with no bread
Some friends that help out
Will equal my only chance to success and
A way out of the PG
Mentality that had me in the streets
I'm CC'ed on emails with the label chief
My friends see
They say sheesh, he got lots of cheese
It's probably from the smiles that
They see on my IG
But them smiles ain't really me
I got piles of money owed
But I got me a gold chain
So you niggas will never know
Hello who is this?
Like what are you, a rapper or some
Shit? If this was the mob
You would be dead right now!
You realize that? Your family
Would be dead! Your kids would
Be in a dumpster!
Right next to your fucking mixtape nigga
