[Andrew Fontenot]
Fuck it I want me a milli
Fuck it I want me a billi
(Yeah)
Fuck it I want me a trilli [Derek Couture]
Fuck it I want me a milli
(Yeah)
Fuck it I want me a milli
Fuck it I want me a milli
I'm gettin' I'm gettin' , naw really I'm gettin' it
Fuck it I want me a milli
(Yeah, yeah)
Fuck it I want me a milli
(Yeah, yeah)
Fuck it I want me a milli
I'm gettin' I'm gettin' , naw really I'm gettin' itI pull up on em' straight flexin'
(Yeah, yeah)
Gettin' brain like we testin'
Your team look so damn depressin'
Ass so fat, she look like a Texan
(Damn)
Bring her backstage for a lesson
(For a what)
No booty pics we ain't textin'
(Nah, nah)
We gotcha man, he stay stressin'
And he best watch where he steppin'
(Yeah)
This Jesus piece it's a blessin'
(It is)
Quit talking that shit, start undressin'
Who the fuck do y'all think you impressin'
(Who the fuck what, what)
We gotcha ya main bitch obsessin'
(Yeah)
I got her top floor she caressin'
Y'all talkin' that shit ain't progressin'
(Nah)
My garage lookin' like a collection
(Yeah, yeah)
My army strapped for my protection
Damn
Fuck it, I'm sippin' this lean 'til I die
Poppin' a xan and that bitch I get high
Rollin' these blunts up,I look like I'm blind
We get your bitch wet but you make her get dry
We takin' your hoes, we don't even try
But what can I say, the teams so fly
We winnin' we winnin', we don't even tie
We pullin' up clean, get put to the side
[Andrew Fontenot]
Fuck it I want me a billi
Fuck it I want me a billi
(Whoo, whoo)
Fuck it I want me a billi
I'm gettin' I'm gettin' , I'm really I'm gettin' it
(Damn)
Fuck it I want me a billi
(Yeah)
Fuck it I want me a billi
(Yeah, yeah)
Fuck it I want me a billi
I'm gettin' I'm gettin' , i'm really I'm gettin' itWe movin' them packs and we gettin' it in
We countin' them Bens and you stay countin' tens
Girls on my line and I'm movin' the pen
They feelin' the boy and I'm fuckin' their friends
(Damn)
Niggas stay talkin' my brother I'll getcha
Takin' your bitch and she ask for a picture
Lean in my cup, I'm not drinking' no liquor
Runnin' the plays like I play for the Steelers
Gold on my wrist and it's zero degrees
You think she at work when she chillin' with me
She answer your call and she down on her knees
I tell her to leave, I'm countin' the cheese
(Cash)
No interruptions, I know that she feel me
(She feel me)
Grindin' all night, I want me a milli
Keep countin' up, turn that to a billi
Saucin' it up, now we countin' a trilli
Hold up, pour up the dirty
Niggas stay ballin', you'd think that I'm Curry
Smokin' on gas got my eyesight blurry
Fuck with the team and get hit with the thirty
Bababababababa Unloaded
(Unloaded)
Break it down and you know that I rolled it
(Yeah, I rolled it)
And my money too long, you can't fold it
(Can't fold it)
And there's so much gold, you can't hold it
Nah, Damn
[Andrew Fontenot]
Fuck it I want me a billi
Fuck it I want me a billi
(Whoo, whoo)
Fuck it I want me a billi
I'm gettin' I'm gettin' , I'm really I'm gettin' it
(Damn)
Fuck it I want me a billi
(Yeah)
Fuck it I want me a billi
(Yeah, yeah)
Fuck it I want me a billi
I'm gettin' I'm gettin' , I'm really I'm gettin' it

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