Millions Talibando (Ft. LUCKI & Veeze)

[Intro: Veeze & LUCKI]
We was raised to be— we was raised to believe one was the first number (M.O.B. Waddup)
But million is the first number (Man)
That's where I'ma start counting from (Man)

[Verse 1: Veeze]
You earn your money, I burn mine
My Backwood smell like burnt opps
You better come ready, we bangin' it out
Just told her my name, she sayin' it loud
I cover my pain with syrup lines
So high, my view bird-eye
I told her I'm rich, she heard me now
I never got A's, I'm nerdy now
All these drugs, they make my heart beat fast, I'm damn near carried out
All these sons, I must got baby mamas that I ain't heard about
Got white boys like Robin Thicke, nigga, we servin' blurred lines
Nigga, don't call my phone for shit, got no work, I served mine
I can't even hide the blick, bitch too big, my pants tight
Give me the pint, I'm pourin' it dark, shit look just like midnight

[Verse 2: Talibando]
Me and Veeze in a GLS, we gon' drive that bitch like a Track'
I fucked her one time, she keep callin' my phone, come get your ho, she a pistol
Got a Steph Curry on my chest, this a thirty-piece, lil' nigga, that's no Jeff
When the messages end, you get up and grind every day, nigga, ain't no rest
Give 'em faceshots, ain't no vest
Sellin' dog, I ain't mate no pits
I got the money, but don't got the time, this shit don't make no sense
We keep matchin' line after line, we could've paid your rent
Come through tryna tax us like we lame, we gotta take that shit
Go to war anywhere, nigga, take your pick
Bump stock on the chop make the Draco spit
Coach Bando, I really can call the plays, send my lil' niggas to blitz
Fuck all the fame, I really don't care 'bout a name, I really just wanna be rich