Man to the money
Like bee to the honey
No sauce you lost
Can't swim you lost to the money
I rock what I got
Because I bought what I rock
I need it custom made
'Cuz I don't rock what's in stock
Look at your Rollie its nice
Gettin' lil chilly its ice
Must a been milly the price
Y'all milly rockin' like mice
I was overseas just to spend it
Bahama breeze 'bout every minute
I had to get my soul replenished
I just got started I'm barely finished
When I make moves I don't leave a witness
Game time I don't play no scrimmage
Bang time record now its Guinness
They be like Fat Danny you got skinny
But I got fat bags
Fat dabs
Walk around campus with a duffle bug
Roll up a wood I might face
Bong Jovi hit to the face
Chained to the stu like a slave
Tell these niggas gotta pick up the pace
I'm making beats for my tape
I'm stacking bread in the safe
One day gon' cop me a Wraith
Jump in the crowd when I hop off the stage
Coming with a head of steam
Hotbox ghost whip right out the scene
Gone a long way like a limousine
I want every glock I want every beam
Imma be on charts
I want everything
Diamonds blangin' think its wedding ring
Man I just married the money
Then fell in love with that dirty
Y'all so pressed to wear a jersey
Never in the field cuz you a birdie
My skills require me to work at a higher level
Some of y'all hate when I talk like this cuz you not on my level
Make sure I'm shining every bezel
I got wings I don't need no Red Bull
Pull up BWW regular
I don't really like to talk on my cellular
Most of y'all just talkin' stuff that is regular
Shawty all up in my business she meddler
I got my own shawty and she better
Girl you could do better
I make your juice wetter
A couple hundo a new sweater
I got bleu cheese I got feta
Your pockets filled with spaghetti
When I walk in its confetti
Ride around town in my whip call her Betty
Cuz she always down and always ready
Fill up my tank with premium gas
Fill up my safe only with cash
Man y'all make me laugh
Though like shit if you had a free pass
Knew me years ago
That don't last
Class of 15 can kiss my ass
If you feel offended were you ever my mans
Don't really care boutta digital dash
Fat Danny - Milly Lyrics
Fat Danny - Milly Lyrics
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Man to the money
Like bee to the honey
No sauce you lost
Can't swim you lost to the money
I rock what I got
Because I bought what I rock
I need it custom made
'Cuz I don't rock what's in stock
Look at your Rollie its nice
Gettin' lil chilly its ice
Must a been milly the price
Y'all milly rockin' like mice
I was overseas just to spend it
Bahama breeze 'bout every minute
I had to get my soul replenished
I just got started I'm barely finished
When I make moves I don't leave a witness
Game time I don't play no scrimmage
Bang time record now its Guinness
They be like Fat Danny you got skinny
But I got fat bags
Fat dabs
Walk around campus with a duffle bug
Roll up a wood I might face
Bong Jovi hit to the face
Chained to the stu like a slave
Tell these niggas gotta pick up the pace
I'm making beats for my tape
I'm stacking bread in the safe
One day gon' cop me a Wraith
Jump in the crowd when I hop off the stage
Coming with a head of steam
Hotbox ghost whip right out the scene
Gone a long way like a limousine
I want every glock I want every beam
Imma be on charts
I want everything
Diamonds blangin' think its wedding ring
Man I just married the money
Then fell in love with that dirty
Y'all so pressed to wear a jersey
Never in the field cuz you a birdie
My skills require me to work at a higher level
Some of y'all hate when I talk like this cuz you not on my level
Make sure I'm shining every bezel
I got wings I don't need no Red Bull
Pull up BWW regular
I don't really like to talk on my cellular
Most of y'all just talkin' stuff that is regular
Shawty all up in my business she meddler
I got my own shawty and she better
Girl you could do better
I make your juice wetter
A couple hundo a new sweater
I got bleu cheese I got feta
Your pockets filled with spaghetti
When I walk in its confetti
Ride around town in my whip call her Betty
Cuz she always down and always ready
Fill up my tank with premium gas
Fill up my safe only with cash
Man y'all make me laugh
Though like shit if you had a free pass
Knew me years ago
That don't last
Class of 15 can kiss my ass
If you feel offended were you ever my mans
Don't really care boutta digital dash
Like bee to the honey
No sauce you lost
Can't swim you lost to the money
I rock what I got
Because I bought what I rock
I need it custom made
'Cuz I don't rock what's in stock
Look at your Rollie its nice
Gettin' lil chilly its ice
Must a been milly the price
Y'all milly rockin' like mice
I was overseas just to spend it
Bahama breeze 'bout every minute
I had to get my soul replenished
I just got started I'm barely finished
When I make moves I don't leave a witness
Game time I don't play no scrimmage
Bang time record now its Guinness
They be like Fat Danny you got skinny
But I got fat bags
Fat dabs
Walk around campus with a duffle bug
Roll up a wood I might face
Bong Jovi hit to the face
Chained to the stu like a slave
Tell these niggas gotta pick up the pace
I'm making beats for my tape
I'm stacking bread in the safe
One day gon' cop me a Wraith
Jump in the crowd when I hop off the stage
Coming with a head of steam
Hotbox ghost whip right out the scene
Gone a long way like a limousine
I want every glock I want every beam
Imma be on charts
I want everything
Diamonds blangin' think its wedding ring
Man I just married the money
Then fell in love with that dirty
Y'all so pressed to wear a jersey
Never in the field cuz you a birdie
My skills require me to work at a higher level
Some of y'all hate when I talk like this cuz you not on my level
Make sure I'm shining every bezel
I got wings I don't need no Red Bull
Pull up BWW regular
I don't really like to talk on my cellular
Most of y'all just talkin' stuff that is regular
Shawty all up in my business she meddler
I got my own shawty and she better
Girl you could do better
I make your juice wetter
A couple hundo a new sweater
I got bleu cheese I got feta
Your pockets filled with spaghetti
When I walk in its confetti
Ride around town in my whip call her Betty
Cuz she always down and always ready
Fill up my tank with premium gas
Fill up my safe only with cash
Man y'all make me laugh
Though like shit if you had a free pass
Knew me years ago
That don't last
Class of 15 can kiss my ass
If you feel offended were you ever my mans
Don't really care boutta digital dash
Writer: Daniel Destine
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