Millions
Gucci Mane feat. Rick Ross Rocko & Yo Gotti Lyrics
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It's Wizop, Metro, Metro
It's Gucci, yeah
Southside (hah, sizzle)
Metro Boomin' want some more nigga
I'm just slidin' down the 'crest on a hot summer day
All these diamonds on it got me feelin' some type of way
And if you ain't gettin' no money then you just in the way
Took my shirt off in the vert 'cause the shirt in the way
If these hoes ain't talkin' 'bout fuckin' then they just in the way
All these diamonds on my fist I'm feelin' some type of way
If that bitch ain't gettin' no money then that bitch in the way
I'm Gucci Mane La Flare I make five million a day (well damn, five million a day?)
Gucci Mane La Flare I make five Million a day
I'm Gucci Mane La Flare, I make five million a day
Hol' up, let me clarify I made five million today
Nigga lookin' at my watch they feelin' some type of way
But these niggas ain't get money man they just in the way
You got a hater mentality it's hard to relate
Hol' up, let me clarify twenty mil' out the gate
Ten million dollar mansion, Gucci Mane Estate
With an all gold Roll' that match the fork and the plate
My album dropped September but I'm booked up to May
These bitches sayin' that I'm gross 'cause I skeet in they face
Why you bring your friend babe man, that bitch in the way
Shit I'm tryna fuck both of y'all, I don't like to play
I'm just slidin' down the 'crest on a hot summer day
All these diamonds on it got me feelin' some type of way
Drop the top on these haters 'cause the top in the way
And if you ain't gettin' no money then you just in the way
Took my shirt off in the vert 'cause the shirt in the way
If these hoes ain't talkin' 'bout fuckin' then they just in the way
All these diamonds on my fist I'm feelin' some type of way
If that bitch ain't gettin' no money then that bitch in the way
I'm Gucci Mane La Flare I make five million a day (well damn, five million a day?)
Gucci Mane La Flare I make five Million a day
I'm Gucci pretty please take your foot off these
Nigga neck and let 'em breathe but I just can't be
I'm too rich too give a shit 'bout anyone but me
And who gettin' cheese with me 'cause that's all I see
Metro on the beat Gucci Mane got a fleet
Orange Vert black rims trick-or-treat on the streets
They sent me five million dollars, I hadn't been out a week
And I got five million niggas playa hatin' on me
Ask all the bloggers, 'cause they love to write 'bout me
Then ask the mobsters, they never sold that white like me
Ask all the boppers, them bitches love to fight 'bout me
Then ask the robbers, nobody's jewelry bright like me
Guwop's a problem, nobody talks the talk like me
Guwop's a cook man, nobody holds a fork like me
These niggas liars, no money in the vault like me
I'm a supplier, nobody stops the drought like me
I'm just slidin' down the 'crest on a hot summer day
All these diamonds on it got me feelin' some type of way
Drop the top on these haters 'cause the top in the way
And if you ain't gettin' no money then you just in the way
Took my shirt off in the vert 'cause the shirt in the way
If these hoes ain't talkin' 'bout fuckin' then they just in the way
All these diamonds on my fist I'm feelin' some type of way
If that bitch ain't gettin' no money then that bitch in the way
I'm Gucci Mane La Flare I make five million a day (well damn, five million a day?)
Gucci Mane La Flare I make five Million a day
Metro Boomin' want some more nigga
This the intro, Metro, Gucc-o, wop, wop
The song "Millions" by Gucci Mane featuring Rick Ross, Rocko, and Yo Gotti is a bragging song about their success and wealth. Gucci Mane starts the song by describing his ride on a summery day, revealing that he is feeling good because of the many diamonds he has on. He boasts about making five million dollars a day and clarifies that he made that amount on the day of the song's recording. He challenges haters saying that if they are not making money, then they are in the way.
Rick Ross enters with bars about the money he has made and his lavish lifestyle. He talks about having a ten million dollar mansion, an all-gold Rolls-Royce, and a fan base that loves him. Rocko comes in on the track and drops bars about the admiration he receives from bloggers, mobsters, boppers, and robbers. He brags about being a supplier, has money in the vault, and being irreplaceable. Yo Gotti closes the verse with a line about Metro Boomin, who produced the song, wanting more. The chorus, which repeats throughout the song, emphasizes the theme of wealth and how those who don't have it get in the way.
Overall, "Millions" is a song about flaunting their wealth and success, and pointing out their haters who are not successful. It is a song that exalts bravado, self-confidence and the benefits that come with riches.
Line by Line Meaning
I'm just slidin' down the 'crest on a hot summer day
I'm cruising down the road on a sunny day
All these diamonds on it got me feelin' some type of way
My excessive amount of diamonds make me feel a certain type of way
Drop the top on these haters 'cause the top in the way
I'm dropping the convertible roof to show off and prove the haters wrong
And if you ain't gettin' no money then you just in the way
If you're not making money, you're just slowing me down
Took my shirt off in the vert 'cause the shirt in the way
I took my shirt off because it was getting in the way of me enjoying the ride
If these hoes ain't talkin' 'bout fuckin' then they just in the way
If girls aren't talking about sex, they're just a nuisance
All these diamonds on my fist I'm feelin' some type of way
All of the diamonds on my fist make me feel a certain way
If that bitch ain't gettin' no money then that bitch in the way
If a girl isn't making money, she's just a burden
I'm Gucci Mane La Flare I make five million a day (well damn, five million a day?)
I am Gucci Mane La Flare and I make a whopping five million dollars per day
Hol' up, let me clarify I made five million today
Just to clarify, I made five million dollars today alone
Nigga lookin' at my watch they feelin' some type of way
People are envious of my watch and my success
But these niggas ain't get money man they just in the way
If you aren't making money, you're just a burden to me
You got a hater mentality it's hard to relate
It's hard for me to relate to someone who is always negative and jealous
Hol' up, let me clarify twenty mil' out the gate
To be clear, I made twenty million dollars right off the bat
Ten million dollar mansion, Gucci Mane Estate
I own a ten million dollar mansion called Gucci Mane Estate
With an all gold Roll' that match the fork and the plate
I have a gold Rolls Royce that matches my fork and plate
My album dropped September but I'm booked up to May
My album was released in September but I am booked for shows all the way until May
These bitches sayin' that I'm gross 'cause I skeet in they face
Girls call me gross for ejaculating on their face
Why you bring your friend babe man, that bitch in the way
Why did you bring a friend? She's just a burden
Shit I'm tryna fuck both of y'all, I don't like to play
I'm trying to have sex with both of you, I like to have fun
I'm Gucci pretty please take your foot off these
Please leave me alone, I'm Gucci Mane and I'm too important
Nigga neck and let 'em breathe but I just can't be
Please give other people a chance to breath, but I cannot
I'm too rich too give a shit 'bout anyone but me
I'm too rich to care about anyone other than myself
And who gettin' cheese with me 'cause that's all I see
I only care about the people who are making money with me
Metro on the beat Gucci Mane got a fleet
Metro Boomin is producing the beat and I have a lot of cars
Orange Vert black rims trick-or-treat on the streets
My orange car with black wheels looks like a Halloween costume
They sent me five million dollars, I hadn't been out a week
I received five million dollars without even leaving my house for a week
And I got five million niggas playa hatin' on me
I have five million people who are jealous and hate on me
Ask all the bloggers, 'cause they love to write 'bout me
Bloggers write about me all the time because I am famous
Then ask the mobsters, they never sold that white like me
Even gangsters cannot compare to my success in selling drugs
Ask all the boppers, them bitches love to fight 'bout me
Girls love to argue and fight over me
Then ask the robbers, nobody's jewelry bright like me
Even thieves know that my jewelry is unmatched
Guwop's a problem, nobody talks the talk like me
I am a problem because nobody can speak confidently like me
Guwop's a cook man, nobody holds a fork like me
I am the best at cooking and nobody can hold a fork like I can
These niggas liars, no money in the vault like me
Other people are lying when they say they have as much money as me
I'm a supplier, nobody stops the drought like me
I supply drugs and nobody can end the drought of drugs like I can
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Radric Delantic Davis, Leland Wayne, Joshua Luellen
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
brian duenas
Damn nobody else appreciated this master piece, when I first heard this song it was so different then anything at the time I loved it
moneyystackz
Wavyyyy!
Lawrence S
Wasted beat imagine if him n Jeezy got along
Martez Randell
burrrr
Moldi Le 1er
ROZAY
Brent Baldwin
Burr
Dentraeveus Williams
My ears bleeding