*** & Millions Lyrics by Key Glock
Cutthroat La Familia, yeah
***, millions
Finesse, love
***, millions
Finesse, drugs
***, millions
Finesse, love
***, millions
Finesse, love
***, millions
Finesse, drugs
***, millions
Finesse, love
***, *** for a dollar bill
Got that heat on my waist, you better be chill
This *** we call life real
House so big, front yard like a football field
And it’s still getting build
I’m on my road to riches, you know what it is
I put that on King Mill
Blue diamonds sometimes they look teal
Why this *** *** up in my grill
All in Houston they calling me trill
In New York they be saying I’m ill
Glizzop told me I’m worth a bill’
Yeah lil ***, a billion
Niggas want me dead it should’ve been done
My young *** catch bodies for income
These rap niggas my lil son sons
That’s why she call me daddy
Yeah these *** ass niggas need pom poms
I kick me a stick, like a granny
Yeah these *** ass niggas don’t want none
Lord knows this *** a get tragic
I’ll turn none to some I’m havoc
I’ll take off my hat and then pull out a rabbit
All this pain made me fall in love with drugs
I grew up ’round hustlers, some *** fiends and some thugs
They say it will *** you if you love it too much
It’s Cutthroat La Familia, and we rappers and what?
***, millions
Finesse, love
***, millions
Finesse, drugs
***, millions
Finesse, love
***, millions
Finesse, love
***, millions
Finesse, drugs
***, millions
Finesse, love
***, millions
Finesse, drugs
***, millions
Finesse, love
