Pussy & Millions 作词 : A. Graham/S. Bin Abraham-Joseph/J. Webster II/Darryl McCorkell/K. Price/J. Rivera/Timothy McKibbins/M Jones/J. Muhammad/I. Whitlow/M. McCollum 作曲 : A. Graham/S. Bin Abraham-Joseph/J. Webster II/Darryl McCorkell/K. Price/J. Rivera/Timothy McKibbins/M Jones/J. Muhammad/I. Whitlow/M. McCollum I been out, late night creepin', should I slide on bitches Posted up with the militia Niggas ain't switchin', mind on missions Mind on pussy and millions, mind on pussy and millions I'm tryna call a sex symbol to eat my kids up They say more money, more problems (Will) Bring on the problems (Will) Bring on the problems (Will) Bring on the mother****in' problems They say more money, more problems Bring on the problems Bring on the problems Bring on the mother****in' problems, ayy Braided 'em and my two weeks up Hit 'em then I get amnesia Life ain't gettin' any easier Flocka, Flockasita I know I'm not in love, she don't love me either It's just hard to find the love, this shit keep on gettin' deeper Who said it's cheaper to keep her? I'd rather release her Body ain't give her the wave like a feature You know the procedure Niggas is pre in it [?] so we stay with the sweeper I'm reppin' 4L with my twinny, so trencherous introduce y'all to the leader Come to me with all the smoke I like the money, for sure But I love the hustle the most She pretty, she show off her toes And my Pateks, they came with a pole Know this money bring envy and jealousy I'm like, "**** it, I want me some more" Hit her from the back, she bent up Playin' with the money, get spent up Chains on my neck, no [?] You know the type of girl I pay rent for Suck it in the car, that's what the tint for Bought me a plane, not a sprinter Quarter-million dollars on her dental She say I'm a stepper, but gentle I been out, late night creepin', should I slide on bitches Posted up with the militia Niggas ain't switchin', mind on missions Mind on pussy and millions, mind on pussy and millions I'm tryna call a sex symbol to eat my kids up They say more money, more problems (Will) Bring on the problems (Will) Bring on the problems (Will) Bring on the mother****in' problems They say more money, more problems Bring on the problems Bring on the problems Bring on the mother****in'— (Let's go) Only signin' the gang We the new leash she in, grange Bring on the reigns (Yeah) Her MJ thing, I'm talkin' a Brady thing I'm off of the juice, never could cycle the mix Rockin' the braids, now the twists Full puff [he can't comb?] Not actin' like Christians in here, but Christian Dior in they homes The bigger we get, gotta thank God for this I got a lot that I give I be handin' out gifts like the Christmas on twenty-fifth Out in the twenties inside of the twenty and Said I would buy the jet 'fore I could 'fford this shit Now i got the jet, building the landing strip In the back of the crib, I record the hits In the front of the crib that got laid the whips (How many whips I need? Let's go) Breakin', breakin' the records, more money, problems They come with the status Runnin' through customs when you run the atlas I got accustomed, accustomed the fastest I'm talkin' 'bout fabrics, I'm talkin' 'bout mattress I never sleep, though I sleep with a baddie I'm movin' deep 'cause that's just how it's happenin' If you come out, just be ready for action (La Flame) Just need her some time I said I'm on time, now they see the signs You didn't leave me solo, right here, all alone You held it down for me, right on my wrong Young nigga get it, just try to get home I got a Rolladex all on my phone and it's still wrong I been out, late night creepin', should I slide on bitches Posted up with the militia Niggas ain't switchin', mind on mission Mind on pussy and billions, mind on pussy and billions You know I got a sex symbol, that eat my kids, uh Bring on the problems Bring on the problems Bring on the mother****in' problems They say more money, more problems Bring on the problems Bring on the problems Bring on the mother****in'—