[Verse 1]
I just want my millions
She just want my millions
She want two-three million
It don't matter to me, all of it's like change
All of our life changed
Said all of the lights changed
Momma told me to stay with a black girl, she done went and got a white thang
Been in hell (Hell), if I did that, probably would've been in jail (Jail)
[Chorus]
Pop out in Beverly Hills, pointing at the gun like I was ready to kill
Nowadays, I can't deal, I ain't on the drugs but I still look go drill, yeah
She don't know how it feel, she can have all my mills, yeah
She don't understand where I'm coming from and I do get that
Sometimes I call your friends, see where your head at
Pop out in Bevеrly Hills, pointing at the gun like I was ready to kill
Nowadays, I can't dеal, I ain't on the drugs but I still look go drill, yeah
[Verse 2]
I need two cups with the ice please
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, with the ice please
Saint Laurent tag on the tight jeans
Struggle with sobriety, having night dreams
Yeah, yeah yeah, I'm sober, I'm sober I'm sober
I'm sober, I'm sober, I'm sober, I'm sober
I just want my millions, she just want my millions
She want two-three million
It don't matter to me, all of it's like change
I still talk to your friend just to check up on you
Even though you treat me like a fuck-boy, treat me like a fuck-toy atleast
Fuck all that, yeah, fuck all that (Fuck all that)
Those little bands, better tuck all that (Ayy)
I ain't really gotta talm 'bout that, yeah (Ayy)
This my time, now let's talm 'bout this year (Ayy)
How my diamonds in my ears solitaire? (Huh?)
How my diamonds in my ears shaped like pears?
Coincidence on a Beverly pier (Yeah)
Doing drills, and I ain't drop a tear (Woah)
[Chorus]
Pop out in Beverly Hills, pointing at the gun like I was ready to kill
Nowadays, I can't deal, I ain't on the drugs but I still look go drill, yeah
She don't know how it feel, she can have all my mills' yeah
She don't understand where I'm coming from and I do get that
Sometimes I call your friends, see where your head at
Pop out in Beverly Hills, pointing at the gun like I was ready to kill
Nowadays, I can't deal, I ain't on the drugs but I still look go drill, yeah
Sometimes you call your friends 'cause I'm tryna get back