[Intro]
Five thousand pounds in a tractor, I'ma get 'em off
Workin' on the avenue, young Pluto came up servin' raw
Fuck the Constitution, bitch, I grew up in the drug zone
All this prostitution, ho, you know a nigga love gone
(Metro)
(Can I trust you?)
(Why don't you trust me?)
(Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)
Yeah
[Chorus]
I don't give a fuck how good she look, ain't trustin' none of the tings
I got white girls on me, Avril Lavigne
When I smell the smoke, nigga, I turn to gasoline
Underground like I'm UGK, but I'm Supreme
We ain't spoon-fed, nigga, we came up servin' fiends
Hit my targеt every time, it's likе I'm shootin' a beam
Ridin' Bentley presidential, I'll give a nigga his wings
The street made me a king
[Verse 1]
Five thousand pounds in a tractor, I'ma get 'em off
Workin' on the avenue, young Pluto came up servin' raw
Fuck the Constitution, bitch, I grew up in the drug zone
All this prostitution, ho, you know a nigga love gone
Smack a ho, then pass her to my brother, then we toast
Thought I would come in Lamborghini, whipped up in the Ghost
Millionaire, young nigga had done made it off the porch
Million-dollar 'Rari, got it parked beside the Porsche
Go digital, sittin' in the fish bowl, super sport
VVSs invisible, shine on my arms
Racks got me gone, got me feeling King Kong
Trappin' out the house, keep some fire in the slums
High skills, poppin' pills, then we solo for 'em
Shorty them on a drill, they 'bout to go out and perform
Hop in the Phantom, then I skrrt away
Millionaire cover, what else I'ma say?
Five thousand pounds in a tractor, I'ma get 'em off
Workin' on the avenue, young Pluto came up servin' raw
Fuck the Constitution, bitch, I grew up in the drug zone
All this prostitution, ho, you know a nigga love gone
(Metro)
(Can I trust you?)
(Why don't you trust me?)
(Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)
Yeah
[Chorus]
I don't give a fuck how good she look, ain't trustin' none of the tings
I got white girls on me, Avril Lavigne
When I smell the smoke, nigga, I turn to gasoline
Underground like I'm UGK, but I'm Supreme
We ain't spoon-fed, nigga, we came up servin' fiends
Hit my targеt every time, it's likе I'm shootin' a beam
Ridin' Bentley presidential, I'll give a nigga his wings
The street made me a king
[Verse 1]
Five thousand pounds in a tractor, I'ma get 'em off
Workin' on the avenue, young Pluto came up servin' raw
Fuck the Constitution, bitch, I grew up in the drug zone
All this prostitution, ho, you know a nigga love gone
Smack a ho, then pass her to my brother, then we toast
Thought I would come in Lamborghini, whipped up in the Ghost
Millionaire, young nigga had done made it off the porch
Million-dollar 'Rari, got it parked beside the Porsche
Go digital, sittin' in the fish bowl, super sport
VVSs invisible, shine on my arms
Racks got me gone, got me feeling King Kong
Trappin' out the house, keep some fire in the slums
High skills, poppin' pills, then we solo for 'em
Shorty them on a drill, they 'bout to go out and perform
Hop in the Phantom, then I skrrt away
Millionaire cover, what else I'ma say?
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