rizzoo rizzoo & ugly god - millions lyrics
[intro: ugly god & rizzoo rizzoo]
yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh, ooh
b-tch, drip (gang), drip, drip, drip
(it’s hot)
[chorus: rizzoo rizzoo & ugly god]
she just tryna throw it back on camera
she just go to work and she a dancer
freaky lil’ b-tch and she ain’t got no manners
i’m finna nail that p-ssy, hit it with this hammer
i get my money, then i throw it to the ceiling
when i talk my sh-t, all the real n-ggas feel me
tighten up, get the f-ck up out your feelings
give a f-ck about a b-tch ’cause i’m tryna get these millions
[verse 1: ugly god & rizzoo rizzoo]
go’n and toot it up, and b-tch, i’m booted up
spin a few circles around your block and then we shoot it up
put my d-ck all in her face and watch her chew it up
light up a blunt and don’t p-ss sh-t, yeah, b-tch, i’m rude as f-ck
ayy, you not for me, baby, you for the scene
louis my belt and my boxers supreme
i’m in the head like a bad dream
chill out, ’cause i done seen bad things
pull up in an all-white ghost, woah
turn a f-ck n-gga to toast, woah
i’m the sh-t, don’t mean to boast, woah
from houston, texas to the coast, woah (it’s hot)
[chorus: rizzoo rizzoo & ugly god]
she just tryna throw it back on camera
she just go to work and she a dancer
freaky lil’ b-tch and she ain’t got no manners
i’m finna nail that p-ssy, hit it with this hammer
i get my money, then i throw it to the ceiling
when i talk my sh-t, all the real n-ggas feel me
tighten up, get the f-ck up out your feelings
give a f-ck about a b-tch ’cause i’m tryna get these millions (rizzoo rizzoo cuttin’ up)
[verse 2: rizzoo rizzoo]
tryna get rich
still in the trenches with them sticks, a n-gga play, he get hit
yeah, yeah, i’m spittin’ flavor like teriyaki
and i’m rolling strong, call it exotic
new foreign off the lot and it’s robotic
fly my b-tch to miami to get her body (it’s hot)
[chorus: rizzoo rizzoo & ugly god]
she just tryna throw it back on camera
she just go to work and she a dancer
freaky lil’ b-tch and she ain’t got no manners
i’m finna nail that p-ssy, hit it with this hammer
i get my money, then i throw it to the ceiling
when i talk my sh-t, all the real n-ggas feel me
tighten up, get the f-ck up out your feelings
give a f-ck about a b-tch ’cause i’m tryna get these millions
[verse 3: rizzoo rizzoo & ugly god]
she gotta work at night
i hit the city in my whip, don’t give a f-ck about a flight
she know i ball in real life, i give a f-ck about some likes
i’m real deal what i’m spittin’, give a f-ck about a mic
before i ever heard of future, i put dirty in my sprite
stupid b-tch just hit my phone like, “come and get that p-ssy right”
and i been ballin’ on these n-ggas like my first name is mike
and that b-tch gon’ throw her -ss in the worst way i like (it’s hot)
[chorus: rizzoo rizzoo & ugly god]
she just tryna throw it back on camera
she just go to work and she a dancer
freaky lil’ b-tch and she ain’t got no manners
i’m finna nail that p-ssy, hit it with this hammer
i get my money, then i throw it to the ceiling
when i talk my sh-t, all the real n-ggas feel me
tighten up, get the f-ck up out your feelings
give a f-ck about a b-tch ’cause i’m tryna get these millions (it’s hot)
she just tryna throw it back on camera
she just go to work and she a dancer
freaky lil’ b-tch and she ain’t got no manners
i’m finna nail that p-ssy, hit it with this hammer
i get my money, then i throw it to the ceiling
when i talk my sh-t, all the real n-ggas feel me
tighten up, get the f-ck up out your feelings
give a f-ck about a b-tch ’cause i’m tryna get these millions
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