Pussy & Millions (Explicit)

***** & Millions (Explicit) - Drake/21 Savage/Travis Scott

Lyrics by：A. Graham

Composed by：A. Graham

I been out late night creepin' should I slide on *******

Posted up with the militia

****** ain't switchin' mind on missions

Mind on ***** and millions mind on ***** and millions

I'm tryna call a sex symbol to eat my kids up

They say more money more problems

Will

Bring on the problems

Will

Bring on the problems

Will

Bring on the ************* problems

They say more money more problems

Bring on the problems

Bring on the problems

Bring on the ************* problems ayy

Braided up and my two weeks up

Hit 'em then I get amnesia

Life ain't gettin' any easier

Flocka Flockasita

I know that I'm not in love she don't love me either

It's just hard to find the love this **** keep on gettin' deeper

Who said it's cheaper to keep her

I'd rather release her

Body ain't give her the wave like a feature

You know the procedure

****** is praying to God so we stay with the sweeper

I'm reppin' 4L with my twinny so treacherous introduce y'all to the leader

Come to me with all the smoke

I like the money for sure

But I love the hustle the most

She pretty she show off her toes

And my Pateks they came with a pole

Know this money bring envy and jealousy

I'm like **** it I want me some more

Hit her from the back she bent up

Playin' with the money get spent up

Chains on my neck no Kente

You the type of girl I pay rent for

Suck it in the car that's what the tint for

Bought me a plane not a sprinter

Quarter-million dollars on her dental

She say I'm a stepper but gentle

I been out late night creepin' should I slide on *******

Posted up with the militia

****** ain't switchin' mind on missions

Mind on ***** and millions mind on ***** and millions

I'm tryna call a sex symbol to eat my kids up

They say more money more problems

Will

Bring on the problems

Will

Bring on the problems

Will

Bring on the ************* problems

They say more money more problems

Bring on the problems

Bring on the problems

Bring on the *************

Only signin' the gang

We the new Lucian Grainge

Bring on the rings

Yeah

Her MJ thing I'm talkin' a Brady thing

I'm off of the juice never could cycle the mix

Rockin' the braids not the twists

Full puff he can't comb

Not actin' like Christians in here

But Christian Dior in they homes the bigger we get

Gotta thank God for this I got a lot that I give

I be handin' out gifts like the Christmas on twenty-fifth

Out in the twenties inside of the twenty and

Said I would buy the jet 'fore I could 'fford this ****

Now I got the jet building the landing strip

In the back of the crib I record the hits

In the front of the crib they valet the whips

How many whips I need

Let's go

Breakin' breakin' the records more money more problems

They come with the status

Runnin' through customs when you run the atlas

I got accustomed accustomed the fastest

I'm talkin' 'bout fabrics I'm talkin' 'bout mattress

I never sleep though I sleep with a baddie

I'm movin' deep 'cause that's just how it's happenin'

Ooh

If you come out just be ready for action

La Flame

Just needed some time

I settled my time now they see the signs

You didn't leave me solo right here all alone

You held it down for me right on my own

Ooh

Young ***** get it just try to get home

I got a rolodex all on my phone and it's still wrong

I been out late night creepin' should I slide on *******

Posted outside with militia

****** ain't switchin' mind on mission

Mind on ***** and billions mind on ***** and billions

You know I got a sex symbol that eat my kids uh

They say more money more problems

Bring on the problems

Bring on the problems

Bring on the ************* problems

They say more money more problems

Bring on the problems

Bring on the problems

Bring on the *************