MILLIONAIRE

[Intro: Rio Amor]

You know, the average person will never have a million dollars liquid in their bank account

The average person won't gross a million dollars in their lifetime

Shit, the average family tree won't gross a million dollars, sad to say

Thank God we're not average

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]

You niggas got no backbone

Switchin' on your own clique, what is that?

I've been known to turn water into wine

I'm the nigga pullin' rabbits out a hat

I don't wanna hear it if it ain't facts

Fine art on the wall, not plaques

In the bathroom, where you see stats

'Cause I'm the shit, baby girl, that's that

Concrete, top collection, hoes in the sеction

Used to didn't have bus fare

Now my profеssion made me a millionaire

It's us, no question, not many affiliates

All these rappers, they bite, but y'all don't see it

If you know, then you know, then so be it

Big jet off the coast, no ID

I just turnt one bitch into three

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Camo!]

I just wanna be a millionaire

I just wanna be a millionaire with my niggas

I just wanna be a millionaire with my niggas

I just wanna be a millionaire (I just wanna be a millionaire)

I just wanna be a millionaire (I just wanna be a millionaire)

I just wanna be a millionaire with my niggas (I just wanna be a millionaire)

I just wanna be a millionaire with my niggas, oh

[Verse 2: Camo! & Draft Day]

What would you do if you— uh (Go, go)

What would you do if you had it all? (Go)

I'm the same if I didn't have it at all (Go, go)

Step in my shoes, ain't no walk in the park

With the same brothers I had from the start (Go, go)

Better not freeze up if they pass you the ball

Next to my dog, he ain't have to call (Go, go)

Hope you don't think that you passed us, dog

Like, seriously, who the fuck gassin' y'all? (Go, go)

Still the same gang, get them M's on the plate

Still stompin' shit, we just took a lil' break

Move niggas out of here, 'Crete triple-A

Tell the bitch, "Suck it," I go Triple H

Money not what? What the fuck did you say?

One thing 'bout life, girl, this shit pay to play

'Crete came to— uh, 'Crete came to— frr (Yeah, yeah)

'Crete came to play, okay (First Round)

[Verse 3: Draft Day]

Huh, I'ma stay solid, I accepted my flaws

Fall on my face, I'ma still stand tall

Ain't never trippin', got the world in my palms

Millions on the way, for all of me and my dogs

'Crete, five members, all ready to ball

Band for band, drumline, keep a cannon on y'all (Grrt)

She want the money, let it shower and fall

'Cause the longer you wait, the more you'll stall

Time wait for nobody, go give it all

Reachin' new heights, I ain't scared to free fall

Count on my brothers, they there on the call

Fuck whoever doubted, you could kiss on my balls

Ready, set, go, I'm a P, big as Paul

Sippin' on somethin' with some syrup involved

Screwed-up clique, I'm on that Southside, dog

With the same 'Crete members, okay

[Interlude]

Hey, man, this shit goddamn fifty dollars a swallow

I'm tellin' you, man, what you payin' for?

[Verse 4: DC2Trill & Lil Yachty & Draft Day]

(Grrt)

Shake it for my clique, got my dogs in here (Ruff, ruff, ruff, nyoom)

G19s, but no laws in here (Nyoom)

Buddy got no cash yet? Shit, that's a knee-slap (Brr)

You ain't got no hoes, you ain't gotta worry 'bout the Tea app (Fuck)

Good in your city, when I'm there, I don't use maps (Right)

Mouth full of diamonds, I'm the Concrete general (Pussy)

Me and Boat drinkin' codeine, daily minerals (That's right)

Tryna get some head, this shit turnt into a interview

This a juice car, when we in it, only bangin' Screw

Pop up on the block, flex the rocks, then let Dame loose

Beast off the leash, and my partner, he a Cane too

If he ain't made it out yet, he still shoppin' at outlets (Broke ass)

Go against the gang, yeah, my clique, that's a strong bet (It's us)

Gold medal top, Olympic ho give the best neck

Nostalgic-ass nigga, Volume 2, this the best yet (Pussy)