Millions Young Thug

[Intro]
(Me and Wheezy, that's the wave)
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Millions, put it in the casket and buried it
Millions, niggas with me, bitches think we terrorists
Billions, stack this cash and lay low like barbarians
Brazilians, wax it and pass it to Australians
Ayy, I suppose it's a proposal (I suppose it's a proposal)
Ayy, most these niggas, they some bozos
Ayy, put the racks in the console (Racks)
Ayy, blowin' O's just like Cheerios

[Verse 1]
Pakistanian bitch wanna lay with me (Ayy)
I been in the trenches, slangin' since a nigga was three
I've been on the road, on a plane, take a pic with me
Bitch, I took a picture, try to frame me, try to riddle me (Ha), ayy
Made a million bucks but I didn't touch the key, ayy
I done tore it up now shawty lovin' me (Swear), ayy
I done ranned it up and now she fuck with me
Now she wanna make a baby, now she wan' be stuck with me (Bitch)
Nasty ass bitch (Ha)
Trippin' tryna kiss me, after suckin' niggas dicks (Ayy)
I can't put no hickey on your titties or your lips (Facts)
Fuck it, where your head? I ain't even tryna hit (Swear)
All my cars fast, I ain't even try to dip (Try)
I ain't no Dorito type of nigga, I stack chips (Racks)
Ain't no pussy-eatin' type of nigga, you ain't dip
Bitch, your mamacita tryna fuck us off the rip
Ten racks, hunnid racks