Lyrics:
I had to stack it until I made a hundred mill
My wrist froze and still it don't ever wanna chill
Ten toes, no fakes I only want the real
Big goals,
Coffee Iʼm sipping, faucet is dripping
Woke up like how the fuck Ima get money I gotta go get it
Use to be saving on gas cause I went bought me
thought of you and sunny skies and ice banana cream
I think of coffee conversation about the local folks
And how things were when I was just a joke
She gon strip and make a mill
She gon strip and make a mill
She gon strip and make a deal
She gon strip and make mill
She gon strip and make
chalkboard and
Something's brewing in that corner
They pour the coffee and get their tea
But you didn't hear it from me
That sugar in his cup
Ain't
Spartan Hotel
Well the mills are closed down cause the weekend's in town
Everybody's going out tonight
Get your take home pay cause we're gonna play
wanted a mill'
Self made gettin' rich
Why the fuck would I need a deal?
Fuck how these niggas feel
(Ha) , fuck it, I'm Uncle Phil
My fresh prints
All them things that I wanted to be
Got eaten up by a crushing sense of ennui
I work in a call centre – it’s a dark, satanic mill
Like being in
Sunlight shinin' by the plants, feet up on the Ottoman
Got that coffee grindin' and, eggs and kale are on the pan
You, yeah, I gotta land, go on drop
nigga who decided to put cream in coffee
That nigga must have been sweet
That nigga don't drink black coffee like me
Fuck coffee that shit gon' stain my
soul
Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill
A ten room house, some Bar B Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
soul
Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill
A ten room house, some Bar B Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
soul
Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill
A ten room house, some Bar B Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
my soul
Ten Cadillacs
A diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes
To dress to kill
A ten room house
Some Bar be Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
soul
Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill
A ten room house, some Bar B Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
I don't need a rod, I am the rod
Believe in God not a bodyguard
Tatted bad, body lotta scars
Cold heart got my body hard
Mills in the lab when I
of a dream come true
I shuffle to the kitchen for my coffee
And catch up on the front page morning news
Then she walks up behind me and throws her arms around
Millwork it ain't nothing
But an awful boring job.
I'm waiting for a daydream
To take me through the morning
And put me in my coffee break
Where I
harassing Me chef it up like a meal The grind Ain't over till a nigga touch a mill if These label try to sign me they go Need like Fifty mill
Count it up
(ball)
I never pick up when she call me (brr, brr)
Help the bitch start a business, she bossin' (uh-huh)
Like to wake up to sex like it's coffee (sex)
check to see
If Stephanie Mills left any extra refills of ecstasy pills next to me
In the seats spilled or she eat 'em all with a breakfast drink
(You
soul
Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill
A ten room house, some Bar B Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
Millwork it ain't nothing
But an awful boring job.
I'm waiting for a daydream
To take me through the morning
And put me in my coffee break
Where I
soul
Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill
A ten room house, some Bar B Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
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