Millions OuttaTown (Rapper) (Ft. Tory Lanez)

[Chorus: Tory Lanez & OuttaTown]
This Phillipe on my wrist is a Patek, ayy
Diamonds drippin on me, bitch, no counterfeit
All my hoes'll pay for me, them bitches rich
30 on me, and you know I'm wit' the shit, ahh
Pull up foreign, yeah, this shit is lit, ayy
Got a 40 on my nina, I'm wit' the shit, ayy
Hit up fifty, and I'm 'bout to fuck ya bitch, uh (OT)
Forty, forty, and I'm 'bout to fuck ya bitch, ahh

[Verse 1: OuttaTown]
Diamonds dancin' on me, drippin' like some water
Pu-Pull up on a nigga, serve you on the corner (Skrt)
My momma taught her son, how to whip the coca (Whip it, coca)
If you from the hood you better keep that forty on ya
We don't be playin' that tough talk
We don't be playin' that tough talk
I'll put her in some red bottoms
Fuck her once and forget about her
Bitches comin' to the loft with me
Pop a pill, now she gettin' ready
Pussy drippin' all on a nigga
Got her legs up to the ceiling
We been countin' money all day
Blowin' money and I'm still straight
Put a million in the safe today
All these niggas, they really fake
I be gettin' money on the real
Motherfucker I don't need a deal
I be quarterbackin' all the plays
Got my hitters playin' on the field
Chinchilla all on my back
Once I blow it, I ain't lookin' back
Tell Kehlani bring the jewels out
Cuban links weighin' down my neck
Paper cuts, thumbin' through the check
Heard these other rappers, they in debt
80K for a new Patek
Day one, die for respect