Bills on top of bills
But I got food and pills and hard
And I got dust got weed got soft
Got the fiends shooting to the stars
Homie keep asking me to chill
Bout to go up I swear to god
Drop the bag now you a meal
You don't want smoke don't want no problems
Bills on top of bills
But I got food and pills and hard
And I got dust got weed got soft
Got the fiends shooting to the stars
Homie keep asking me to chill
Bout to go up I swear to god
Drop that bag now you a meal
You don't want smoke don't want no problems
Bills on top of bills
Niggas gon feel the shit I spill
Bout to be kills on top of kills
Bitch I need millz on top of millz
They left me at the bottom with no helping hand seen the lid I popped the seal
Now they might follow you in a mini van it get real they pop ya seal
I done been chill when y'all ain't chill
Did all the excuse me my faults pardons
Now no excuses I want problems
Throw a salute they start the bombing
Double right back like I just lost them
Money I stack like I just lost it
Had to get back to where I started
Pardon my back when stepping off em
Niggas my sons like I just fostered them
I let them fill em up the roster then
Got what you need you like what you see
Mix in the cheese like pasta then
Flew overseas blew a couple G's
But the money team kept all that in
Can't f*ck with me cause I'm sucker free like I didn't like the cost of it
Bills on top of bills
But I got food and pills and hard
And I got dust got weed got soft
Got the fiends shooting to the stars
Homie keep asking me to chill
Bout to go up I swear to god
Drop the bag now you a meal
You don't want smoke don't want no problems
Bills on top of bills
But I got food and pills and hard
And I got dust got weed got soft
Got the fiends shooting to the stars
Homie keep asking me to chill
Bout to go up I swear to god
Drop that bag now you a meal
You don't want smoke don't want no problems
MoneyUp Biz - Bills On Bills Lyrics
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Bills on top of bills
But I got food and pills and hard
And I got dust got weed got soft
Got the fiends shooting to the stars
Homie keep asking me to chill
Bout to go up I swear to god
Drop the bag now you a meal
You don't want smoke don't want no problems
Bills on top of bills
But I got food and pills and hard
And I got dust got weed got soft
Got the fiends shooting to the stars
Homie keep asking me to chill
Bout to go up I swear to god
Drop that bag now you a meal
You don't want smoke don't want no problems
Bills on top of bills
Niggas gon feel the shit I spill
Bout to be kills on top of kills
Bitch I need millz on top of millz
They left me at the bottom with no helping hand seen the lid I popped the seal
Now they might follow you in a mini van it get real they pop ya seal
I done been chill when y'all ain't chill
Did all the excuse me my faults pardons
Now no excuses I want problems
Throw a salute they start the bombing
Double right back like I just lost them
Money I stack like I just lost it
Had to get back to where I started
Pardon my back when stepping off em
Niggas my sons like I just fostered them
I let them fill em up the roster then
Got what you need you like what you see
Mix in the cheese like pasta then
Flew overseas blew a couple G's
But the money team kept all that in
Can't f*ck with me cause I'm sucker free like I didn't like the cost of it
Bills on top of bills
But I got food and pills and hard
And I got dust got weed got soft
Got the fiends shooting to the stars
Homie keep asking me to chill
Bout to go up I swear to god
Drop the bag now you a meal
You don't want smoke don't want no problems
Bills on top of bills
But I got food and pills and hard
And I got dust got weed got soft
Got the fiends shooting to the stars
Homie keep asking me to chill
Bout to go up I swear to god
Drop that bag now you a meal
You don't want smoke don't want no problems
But I got food and pills and hard
And I got dust got weed got soft
Got the fiends shooting to the stars
Homie keep asking me to chill
Bout to go up I swear to god
Drop the bag now you a meal
You don't want smoke don't want no problems
Bills on top of bills
But I got food and pills and hard
And I got dust got weed got soft
Got the fiends shooting to the stars
Homie keep asking me to chill
Bout to go up I swear to god
Drop that bag now you a meal
You don't want smoke don't want no problems
Bills on top of bills
Niggas gon feel the shit I spill
Bout to be kills on top of kills
Bitch I need millz on top of millz
They left me at the bottom with no helping hand seen the lid I popped the seal
Now they might follow you in a mini van it get real they pop ya seal
I done been chill when y'all ain't chill
Did all the excuse me my faults pardons
Now no excuses I want problems
Throw a salute they start the bombing
Double right back like I just lost them
Money I stack like I just lost it
Had to get back to where I started
Pardon my back when stepping off em
Niggas my sons like I just fostered them
I let them fill em up the roster then
Got what you need you like what you see
Mix in the cheese like pasta then
Flew overseas blew a couple G's
But the money team kept all that in
Can't f*ck with me cause I'm sucker free like I didn't like the cost of it
Bills on top of bills
But I got food and pills and hard
And I got dust got weed got soft
Got the fiends shooting to the stars
Homie keep asking me to chill
Bout to go up I swear to god
Drop the bag now you a meal
You don't want smoke don't want no problems
Bills on top of bills
But I got food and pills and hard
And I got dust got weed got soft
Got the fiends shooting to the stars
Homie keep asking me to chill
Bout to go up I swear to god
Drop that bag now you a meal
You don't want smoke don't want no problems
Writer: Justin Pressley
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid