Millionaire-Skilla Baby/Luh Tyler

作词 : Joshua White/Trevon Gardner/Tyler Meeks 作曲 : Joshua White/Trevon Gardner/Tyler Meeks Catch a nigga in New York and Jackson like Lamar Ha (I hear you, JAY C) Nah, for real (MIA JAY C) Huh (Ayy) [Chorus: Skilla Baby] What the **** is ten-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire) What the **** is twenty-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire) What the **** is forty-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire) What the **** is fifty-thousand to a millionaire? (Ha) What the **** is ten-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire) What the **** is twenty-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire) What the **** is forty-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire) What the **** is fifty-thousand to a millionaire? (Huh, ha) [Verse 1: Skilla Baby] The next nigga to speak on my name, he getting whacked (Bah) Either that, ***** smacked or kidnapped You know I know how to act, like I don't know where niggas at (Where they at) Like, I can't make a dog sit or a killer catch a hat (Bah) Walk 'em down, ****ed around and put a tracker on his Track' (His Track') My young niggas racing strikers, put the Trackhawk on the track (Skrrt) You know me, I'm into stretching shit, don't play the internet (Fah-fah) Hopped out on 'em, fap-fap-fap (Fap-fap-fap), ain't even tell my niggas that (Ha) Man, you know that ain't yo' business if you wasn't in that car Even if a nigga follow where I'm at, I stay too far (Alright, alright) "Skilla, what you doin' out here servin' niggas? You a star" (Ha) Catch a nigga in New York and Jackson like Lamar (Catch his ass) What the **** is twenty-thousand? I ain't braggin' 'bout that **** (Uh-uh) Everything I touch make me a hundred, plus, lil' *****, I'm rich (I'm rich) A lot of niggas wanna see me down bad or on my **** (Ha) Don't need a stylist, I'm too lit Ten plus on every fit, huh, hmm [Chorus: Skilla Baby] What the **** is ten-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire) What the **** is twenty-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire) What the **** is forty-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire) What the **** is fifty-thousand to a millionaire? (Ha) What the **** is ten-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire) What the **** is twenty-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire) What the **** is forty-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire) What the **** is fifty-thousand to a millionaire? (Ha) [Verse 2: Luh Tyler] Tell me what the **** is fifty-thousand to the G.O.A.T.? That ain't shit, nigga, I can make that off a couple shows (Bag) You ain't never hit the road and come back with them bands before (What?) I can't stop the grind, I need my people in a mansion, ho (Yeah) Yeah, these niggas say they on the grind, but really, that **** cap (That **** cap) And I snap on any track, I beat the mic' down like the trap We chase money all day and all night, no time to take a nap (No time for that) And my brodie ride 'round like a dyke, he love to keep that strap (Yeah) Yeah, we crusin' with the top back (Yeah) Smokin' on some 'za pack (On that 'za pack) Why this nigga hatin' on the kid? He need to stop that (You need to stop that) All my ******* be ten out of ten, no, you can't top that (No, you can't top that) My brodie really smushed a nigga mans and pushed his top back (Ha) All my ******* bad and all my hunnids blue, nigga (My hunnids blue) You see that money bag, that's why we runnin' to, nigga (I'm runnin' to) Yeah, all my niggas havin' *****, I thought you knew, nigga (On God) **** niggas make me sick, I think I got the flu, nigga (They make me sick, nigga) [Chorus: Skilla Baby] What the **** is ten-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire) What the **** is twenty-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire) What the **** is forty-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire) What the **** is fifty-thousand to a millionaire? (Ha) What the **** is ten-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire) What the **** is twenty-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire) What the **** is forty-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire) What the **** is fifty-thousand to a millionaire? (Ha) [Outro] Huh What the **** is fifty-thousand to a millionaire? What the **** is fifty-thousand to a millionaire? Huh