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[Hook: Danny The Don]
Walk onto the stage and I see millions
Stacking money to the ceiling, I got millions
Smoke a pound a day cuz I got millions
Fuck what a hater say cuz I got millions
I got millions, nigga I got millions
I got millions nigga I got millions [x2]
[Verse 1: Danny The Don]
No, no no
Don’t fuck with my niggas
They triggers on go, go go
Please do not mess w me
These niggas bite my shit ask for the recipe
These bitches like my shit ask for the rest of me
Pressing me
Two cents in letters they sent to me
They better watch the way that they addressing me
Wasting my time
Pickin’ up dimes
AI in his prime
I’m the prime minister
Plot is so sinister
Drugs I administer
Run the rap game like my name is the finisher
Finish my work so they can start hatin’
I rap like the greatest
Danny The Don, I’m on top of your playlist
I’m from the A but they stay tryna grade us
Fuck what they say cuz it’s May and we made it
[Bridge: Danny The Don]
I got a milli on my mind
All my niggas on the grind
We be thieving, we be scheming, we be killin’
Got up off my throne to chase them millions
[Hook: Teddy B]
Walk onto the stage I see millions
Grinding all damn day ’til I got millions
Smoke a pound a day cause I got millions
Fuck what haters say cause I got millions
I want millions, nigga I want millions
I got millions, nigga I got millions [x2]
[Verse 2: Wiley From Atlanta]
I don’t even really fuck with yall
Thought I had a bar for that
I’m tryna run away from home
I guess I need a car for that
Necked up just to blur my dome
Throwing up on my welcome mat
Keeping trips of the baddest acid
To convince myself to try trapping rap
Back to back new wave classics
Beat the beat backwards, after class rapper
Made my backpack a subject
And my voice a weapon
I got a handsy bitch I don’t need affection
I don’t need the feature that you asked me for
Now my name blowing up so you ask me more
Just ignore the messages on my Instagram
How’d the laughingstock become the business man
Guess we may never know
Damn
Now I’m in mamas Volvo on I-84
Swerving round curves with a curvy bitch purring
I swear I got millions of words
I ain’t worried bout nothing
I’m puffing on something
On spaghetti junction
It’s Teddy and Wiley and Danny
We comin’ this summer
[Hook: Teddy B]
[Verse 3: Teddy B]
I want the milli
Killing these niggas
Man I’m the Grim Reaper
Y’all niggas is billy
Y’all niggas is silly
I’m higher than ceilings
I caught em all slipping like banana peelings
The mirrors revealing, Why don’t you take a look
They flow unoriginal, taking hooks
On my side of town if you rocking a chain
And it’s not in ya pocket it’s getting took
We is the only ones left that’s doing it right, don’t put up a fight
Been grinding all day just to party all night
Your visions okay, its just I’m out of sight
Fuck being polite, just pass me the mic
And I’m balling like Mike
Ya bitch give me head, now I’m all in her Psych
One more hit of the bong and I’m ’bout to take flight
My kidneys is dead but I’ll still cop a pint
I don’t fuck with the white
But I’ll still cop some pills
Bases are loaded, one more hit and they throw me a deal
The same ones that said I wouldn’t be shit, how do you feel
The flow is so ill
I’m stacking up bills
It’s me Danny Will
Gotta make mills
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