Milloneta (feat. Neutro Shorty)

Ah-ah
Oh-oh-oh
Eh-eh

Many underestimate me because I come from a neighborhood
And it was supposed to be in obituaries
Like another dead guy or maybe another hitman (eh-eh-eh)
But I made songs and became a millionaire (yeh)

I feel like a millionaire, ah-ah-ah
I have hundreds in the safe, ah-ah-ah
Clients looking for the recipe, ah-ah-ah
And me with three babes in the Jeep, ah-ah-ah

Now I feel like a millionaire, ah-ah-ah
Keeping the cash in a stash, ah-ah-ah
Bitches with kilos in a suitcase, ah-ah-ah
Low profile, we never give receipts
Because the devil is lurking (yeah, yeah)

Money spending, don't talk if you don't know what's being billed
The babes in the room in lingerie moving their hips for this thug
In the street, rumors are spreading that we even made a deal with the devil
Let them keep talking, you're wasting time and I'm winning

I have my code, and you fell one by one like a row of dominoes
I have your chick in my room, says no one does it like me
Yeah, because I'm a bandit
We were born poor in the ghetto, we die millionaires

I feel like a millionaire, ah-ah-ah
I have hundreds in the safe, ah-ah-ah
Clients looking for the recipe, ah-ah-ah
And me with three babes in the Jeep, ah-ah-ah

Now I feel like a millionaire, ah-ah-ah
Keeping the cash in a stash, ah-ah-ah
Bitches with kilos in a suitcase, ah-ah-ah
Low profile, we never give receipts
Because the devil is lurking (uh, shorty)

I feel like Nikola Tesla, Gorilla Glue on my head (uh)
Ask, babe, I'll pay the bill (uh)
We're waiting for the suite on the 30th floor, uh-uh-uh (bitch)
I carry the .40, collecting the rent (brr)

Babe, don't be afraid, you're with the best
The death toll is rising and many snitches are rebelling against me
Louis Vuitton is keeping me warm, I have the Jordans that Will Smith wore
I have a blonde in the car sucking me off, says it's her lollipop
In a year, I'll get with Kylie Jenner and make her forget Travis Scott

I feel like a millionaire, ah-ah-ah
I have hundreds in the safe, ah-ah-ah
Clients looking for the recipe, ah-ah-ah
And me with three babes in the Jeep, ah-ah-ah

Now I feel like a millionaire, ah-ah-ah
Keeping the cash in a stash, ah-ah-ah
Bitches with kilos in a suitcase, ah-ah-ah
Low profile, we never give receipts
Because the devil is lurking