Pussy & Millions
Drake & 21 Savage [feat. Travis Scott] Lyrics


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I been out, late night creepin', should I slide on bitches?
Posted up with the militia
Niggas ain't switchin', mind on missions
Mind on pussy and millions, mind on pussy and millions
I'm tryna call a sex symbol to eat my kids up
They say more money, more problems (Will)
Bring on the problems (Will)
Bring on the problems (Will)
Bring on the motherfuckin' problems
They say more money, more problems
Bring on the problems
Bring on the problems
Bring on the motherfuckin' problems, ayy

Braided up in Matsuhisa
Hit 'em then I get amnesia
Life ain't gettin' any easier
Flaca, Flacasita
I know that I'm not in love, she don't love me either
It's just hard to find the love, this shit keep on gettin' deeper
Who said it's cheaper to keep her?
I'd rather release her
Body ain't give her the wave like a feature
You know the procedure
Niggas is praying to God so we stay with the sweeper
I'm reppin' 4L with my twinny, so treacherous introduce y'all to the leader

Come to me with all the smoke
I like the money, for sure
But I love the hustle the most
She pretty, she show off her toes
And my Pateks, they came with a pole
Know this money bring envy and jealousy
I'm like, "Fuck it, I want me some more"
Hit it from the back, she bent up
Playin' with the money, get spent up
Chains on my neck, no Kente
You the type of girl I pay rent for
Suck it in the car, that's what the tint for
Bought me a plane, not a Sprinter
Quarter-million dollars on her dental
She say I'm a stepper, but gentle

I been out, late night creepin', should I slide on bitches?
Posted up with the militia
Niggas ain't switchin', mind on missions
Mind on pussy and millions, mind on pussy and millions
I'm tryna call a sex symbol to eat my kids up
They say more money, more problems (Will)
Bring on the problems (Will)
Bring on the problems (Will)
Bring on the motherfuckin' problems
They say more money, more problems
Bring on the problems
Bring on the problems
Bring on the motherfuckin'

Only signin' the gang
We the new Lucian Grainge
Bring on the rings (yeah)
Her MJ thing, I'm talkin' a Brady thing
I'm off of the juice, never Canseco the mix
Rockin' the braids, not the twists
Full puff, he can't comb
Not actin' like Christians in here
But Christian Dior in they homes, the bigger we get
Gotta thank God for this, I got a lot that I give
I be handin' out gifts like the Christmas on twenty-fifth
Out in the twenties inside of the twenty and
Said I would buy the jet 'fore I could 'fford this shit
Now I got the jet, building the landing strip
In the back of the crib, I record the hits
In the front of the crib they valet the whips
(How many whips I need? Let's go)
Breakin', breakin' the records, more money, more problems
They come with the status
Runnin' through customs when you run the atlas
I got accustomed, accustomed the fastest
I'm talkin' 'bout fabrics, I'm talkin' 'bout mattress
I never sleep, though I sleep with a baddie
I'm movin' deep 'cause that's just how it's happenin'
If you come out, just be ready for action (La Flame)
Just needed some time
I settled my time, now they see the signs
You didn't leave me solo, right here, all alone
You held it down for me, right on my own
Young nigga get it, just try to get home
I got a rolodex all in my phone and it's still wrong

I been out, late night creepin', should I slide on bitches?
Posted outside with militia
Niggas ain't switchin', mind on mission
Mind on pussy and billions, mind on pussy and billions
You know I got a sex symbol, that eat my kids, uh
They say more money, more problems
Bring on the problems
Bring on the problems
Bring on the motherfuckin' problems
They say more money, more problems
Bring on the problems
Bring on the problems
Bring on the motherfuckin'

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Pussy & Millions" revolve around the common themes of wealth and promiscuity. Throughout the song, Drake and 21 Savage trade bars about their pursuit of both, mentioning their preoccupation with sex and money. The first verse sees Drake contemplating whether or not he should "slide on bitches" before declaring his mind is on "pussy and millions". The second verse by 21 Savage details his struggles with love and his preference for releasing women rather than keeping them. The chorus chants the phrase "bring on the problems" repeatedly, imaging that more money leads to more complications but they're up for the challenge.


The third verse by Travis Scott sees him boasting about his success and wealth, expressing his gratitude to God for it. He talks about the dangers of the lifestyle he leads, such as breaking records and running through customs but he seems to take the challenges head on. The song is a representation of the trap genre, showcasing the artists' lives in the form of music.


Line by Line Meaning

I been out, late night creepin', should I slide on bitches?
I've been out late at night, contemplating whether or not to hook up with some women.


Posted up with the militia
I'm hanging out with my crew, ready for anything.


Niggas ain't switchin', mind on missions
My team is reliable and focused, putting their attention on achieving our goals.


Mind on pussy and millions, mind on pussy and millions
Despite our goals, we can't help but think about getting laid and making tons of money.


I'm tryna call a sex symbol to eat my kids up
I'm seeking the attention of a famous and attractive woman.


They say more money, more problems (Will)
People often say that as you become wealthier, you also gain more difficulties and challenges.


Bring on the problems (Will)
Despite the potential issues, I'm willing to face them head-on.


Bring on the problems (Will)
I'm not scared of the possible obstacles that may come with more money.


Bring on the motherfuckin' problems
I'm ready to take on whatever challenges come my way.


Braided up in Matsuhisa
I'm wearing my hair in braids while eating at a fancy restaurant (Nobu Matsuhisa).


Hit 'em then I get amnesia
I do something, and then pretend not to remember it later.


Life ain't gettin' any easier
Things are getting more difficult as time goes on.


Flaca, Flacasita
A term of endearment for a thin, attractive woman.


I know that I'm not in love, she don't love me either
I know the relationship isn't serious, and she doesn't have feelings for me either.


It's just hard to find the love, this shit keep on gettin' deeper
Despite not being in love, I'm still searching for something deeper and meaningful.


Who said it's cheaper to keep her?
The idea that keeping a woman in a relationship is less expensive than breaking up.


I'd rather release her
I'd prefer to end the relationship and move on.


Body ain't give her the wave like a feature
She doesn't have the same energy or vibe as a feature in a song.


You know the procedure
You understand what needs to be done and how to do it.


Niggas is praying to God so we stay with the sweeper
My crew is carrying a gun to protect ourselves and our interests.


I'm reppin' 4L with my twinny, so treacherous introduce y'all to the leader
I'm representing my team, 4L, along with my twin brother, and showing others who the leader is.


Come to me with all the smoke
If someone is looking for trouble, they can come talk to me directly.


I like the money, for sure
I enjoy having a lot of money.


But I love the hustle the most
I love putting in the effort and hard work to make money even more than having the money itself.


She pretty, she show off her toes
She's attractive and likes to show off her feet.


And my Pateks, they came with a pole
My expensive watches (Pateks) have a second hand that looks like a pole.


Know this money bring envy and jealousy
People become envious and jealous of others who have a lot of money.


I'm like, "Fuck it, I want me some more"
Despite the risks, I still want to make even more money.


Hit it from the back, she bent up
I'm having sex with a woman from behind while she's bent over.


Playin' with the money, get spent up
As we're making money, we're also spending it quickly.


Chains on my neck, no Kente
I'm wearing chains around my neck, but they're not made of Kente cloth (a type of African textile).


You the type of girl I pay rent for
She's the type of woman I would spend money on just to have her around.


Suck it in the car, that's what the tint for
We're having oral sex in a car with tinted windows for privacy.


Bought me a plane, not a Sprinter
Instead of buying a luxury van (a Sprinter), I bought a plane.


Quarter-million dollars on her dental
I spent $250,000 on a woman's dental work.


She say I'm a stepper, but gentle
She thinks I'm a smooth talker and good dancer, but also gentle.


Only signin' the gang
I'm only signing and working with people from my team/crew.


We the new Lucian Grainge
I'm comparing us to a successful music industry executive (Lucian Grainge) and saying we're the new version of him.


Bring on the rings (yeah)
I want to succeed and achieve great things (like winning championship rings).


Her MJ thing, I'm talkin' a Brady thing
She's talented and famous like Michael Jordan, but also has the loyal and dedicated qualities of Tom Brady.


I'm off of the juice, never Canseco the mix
I'm not drinking any juice or alcohol, and I'm not messing with anything that could be spiked with drugs (like Jose Canseco's steroid use).


Rockin' the braids, not the twists
I'm wearing my hair in braids, not twists.


Full puff, he can't comb
My hair is in a full Afro, and it's too much hair to comb through.


Not actin' like Christians in here
We're not acting like saints (referring to the phrase 'act like a Christian').


But Christian Dior in they homes
Despite not acting like Christians, we have expensive and stylish clothing in our homes.


The bigger we get, gotta thank God for this
As we become more successful, we need to be grateful and thank God for our prosperity.


I got a lot that I give
I have a lot of money to give and share with others.


I be handin' out gifts like the Christmas on twenty-fifth
I'm always giving away gifts and presents like it's Christmas Day.


Out in the twenties inside of the twenty and
I'm out in the streets with $20 bills, while also carrying $20,000 bills.


Said I would buy the jet 'fore I could 'fford this shit
I said I would buy a private jet before I even had the means to afford it.


Now I got the jet, building the landing strip
Now that I have the money for a private jet, I'm working on constructing a landing strip for it.


In the back of the crib, I record the hits
In the back of my house, I'm recording hit songs.


In the front of the crib they valet the whips
In the front of my house, valets are parking my expensive cars.


(How many whips I need? Let's go)
(How many cars do I need? Let's go find out and get more.)


Breakin', breakin' the records, more money, more problems
My music is breaking records and bringing in more money, but I'm also facing more challenges as a result.


They come with the status
Challenges and problems come with being successful.


Runnin' through customs when you run the atlas
As someone who travels the world, I have to run through customs at airports.


I got accustomed, accustomed the fastest
I became adjusted and adapted to my new lifestyle of fame and wealth the quickest.


I'm talkin' 'bout fabrics, I'm talkin' 'bout mattress
I'm interested in and knowledgeable about high-quality fabrics and comfortable mattresses.


I never sleep, though I sleep with a baddie
I don't get much sleep, but when I do, it's with an attractive woman.


I'm movin' deep 'cause that's just how it's happenin'
I'm operating in secrecy and with a lot of backup because that's just how it has to be.


If you come out, just be ready for action (La Flame)
If you come out to confront me or my crew, you better be ready to fight (referring to his nickname 'La Flame').


Just needed some time
I needed some time to myself to figure things out.


I settled my time, now they see the signs
After taking time for myself, I'm back and showing everyone what I'm capable of accomplishing.


You didn't leave me solo, right here, all alone
My fans and supporters didn't abandon me while I was taking time off.


You held it down for me, right on my own
They supported me even when I wasn't actively making music.


Young nigga get it, just try to get home
I'm a young person trying to make money and succeed, just like anyone else.


I got a rolodex all in my phone and it's still wrong
I have a lot of contacts in my phone, but it's still disorganized and incomplete.




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Aubrey Drake Graham, Darryl Patric McCorkell, Irvin Whitlow, Jacques Webster, Josiah Muhammad, Julius Rivera, Kevin Andre Price, Miles Parks McCollum, Morris Jones, Sheyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Timothy McKibbins

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@jeremiah2490

Chorus: Drake & Lil Yachty]
I been out, late night creepin', should I slide on bitches?
Posted up with the militia
Niggas ain't switchin', mind on missions
Mind on pussy and millions, mind on pussy and millions
I'm tryna call a sex symbol to eat my kids up
They say more money, more problems (Will)
Bring on the problems (Will)
Bring on the problems (Will)
Bring on the motherfuckin' problems
They say more money, more problems
Bring on the problems
Bring on the problems
Bring on the motherfuckin' problems, ayy


[Verse 1: Drake]
Braided up and my two weeks up
Hit 'em then I get amnesia
Life ain't gettin' any easier
Flaca, Flacasita
I know that I'm not in love, she don't love me either
It's just hard to find the love, this shit keep on gettin' deeper
Who said it's cheaper to keep her?
I'd rather release her
Body ain't give her the wave like a feature
You know the procedure
Niggas is praying to God so we stay with the sweeper
I'm reppin' 4L with my twinny, so treacherous introduce y'all to the leader

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Come to me with all the smoke
I like the money, for sure
But I love the hustle the most
She pretty, she show off her toes
And my Pateks, they came with a pole
Know this money bring envy and jealousy
I'm like, "Fuck it, I want me some more"
Hit her from the back, she bent up
Playin' with the money, get spent up
Chains on my neck, no Kente
You the type of girl I pay rent for
Suck it in the car, that's what the tint for
Bought me a plane, not a sprinter
Quarter-million dollars on her dental
She say I'm a stepper, but gentle

[Chorus: Drake]
I been out, late night creepin', should I slide on bitches?
Posted up with the militia
Niggas ain't switchin', mind on missions
Mind on pussy and millions, mind on pussy and millions
I'm tryna call a sex symbol to eat my kids up
They say more money, more problems (Will)
Bring on the problems (Will)
Bring on the problems (Will)
Bring on the motherfuckin' problems
They say more money, more problems
Bring on the problems
Bring on the problems
Bring on the motherfuckin'



[Verse 3: Travis Scott]
Only signin' the gang
We the new Lucian Grainge
Bring on the rings (Yeah)
Her MJ thing, I'm talkin' a Brady thing
I'm off of the juice, never could cycle the mix
Rockin' the braids, not the twists
Full puff, he can't comb
Not actin' like Christians in here
But Christian Dior in they homes, the bigger we get
Gotta thank God for this, I got a lot that I give
I be handin' out gifts like the Christmas on twenty-fifth
Out in the twenties inside of the twenty and
Said I would buy the jet 'fore I could 'fford this shit
Now I got the jet, building the landing strip
In the back of the crib, I record the hits
In the front of the crib they valet the whips
(How many whips I need? Let's go)
Breakin', breakin' the records, more money, more problems
They come with the status
Runnin' through customs when you run the atlas
I got accustomed, accustomed the fastest
I'm talkin' 'bout fabrics, I'm talkin' 'bout mattress
I never sleep, though I sleep with a baddie
I'm movin' deep 'cause that's just how it's happenin' (Ooh)
If you come out, just be ready for action (La Flame)
Just needed some time
I settled my time, now they see the signs
You didn't leave me solo, right here, all alone
You held it down for me, right on my own (Ooh)
Young nigga get it, just try to get home
I got a rolodex all on my phone and it's still wrong


[Chorus: Travis Scott & Drake]
I been out, late night creepin', should I slide on bitches?
Posted outside with militia
Niggas ain't switchin', mind on mission
Mind on pussy and billions, mind on pussy and billions
You know I got a sex symbol, that eat my kids, uh
They say more money, more problems
Bring on the problems
Bring on the problems
Bring on the motherfuckin' problems
They say more money, more problems
Bring on the problems
Bring on the problems
Bring on the motherfuckin'—



All comments from YouTube:

@manurmad1539

The beat behind Travis's verse is absolutely insane.

@ms.hnybwnsgr64

💯💯💯

@snoop8692

Facts

@SyleMusicDF

🔥La Flame🔥

@MikeFromWisco

When the bass comes in right after that mj/brady line 🔥 🔥 😮

@BritishSoundboardPranks

Instrumental parts and melody is great (as are the vocals). Whoever decided to put that nasty distortion on the bass and kick drum was high or something. Sounds awful through headphones.

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@actsofabundance9079

Haven’t heard Travis spit like that in a while, he rapped like he had something to prove

@skiphopflipflopdripdrop

Agreed!

@behjat4106

And he proved!

@jdizz760

Preparing us for utopia 🚀

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