Millionaire Skilla Baby (Ft. Luh Tyler)

[Intro: Skilla Baby]
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 fuck is ten-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the fuck is twenty-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the fuck is forty-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the fuck is fifty-thousand to a millionaire? (Ha)
What the fuck is ten-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the fuck is twenty-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the fuck is forty-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the fuck 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, bitch 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, fucked 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 fuck is twenty-thousand? I ain't braggin' 'bout that shit (Uh-uh)
Everything I touch make me a hundred, plus, lil' bitch, I'm rich (I'm rich)
A lot of niggas wanna see me down bad or on my dick (Ha)
Don't need a stylist, I'm too lit
Ten plus on every fit, huh, hmm