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Millions Every Month
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Millions Every Month was released on December 13, 2011 by Warner Records as a part of the album Baytl
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AlbumBaytl
Release DateDecember 13, 2011
LabelWarner Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM72

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane
Vocals
V-Nasty
V-Nasty
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
R. Davis
R. Davis
Songwriter
V. Reece
V. Reece
Songwriter
X Dotson
X Dotson
Songwriter
UNKNOWN WRITER
UNKNOWN WRITER
Writer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
R. Davis
R. Davis
Executive Producer
X Dotson
X Dotson
Executive Producer
Kevin "Coach K" Lee
Kevin "Coach K" Lee
Producer, Co-Executive Producer
Kori Anders
Kori Anders
Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer
Zaytoven
Zaytoven
Producer

Lyrics

From the greater to the grave ****
I'mma be a paid ****
And I escalate with some thousand dollar shades ****
Tattoos on my face, that's why people think I'm crazy
But Gucci Mane really love all that shit that's crazy
Hundred K a day shit
Hundred dollar blunt shit
You can't fill my shoes unless you make millions every month bitch
Millions every month, bitch
Millions every month, bitch
You can't fill my shoes unless you make millions every month bitch
I'm a hood bitch
Smoke that good shit
Got a main ho, Hollywood chick
Got a mansion up in the hills
Keep bringing hundreds, I keep counting all the bills
Ho what you talking?
Go put on them heels!
Go get that pussy why I try to get my deals
She always pimpin so bitch keep yo head down
All work no play, ho I'm in town!
I keep a hundred clips, with a hundred rounds
If you wanna stop me, bitch, you gotta knock me down
With my coke up, with that baking soda
Yeah I got my ho bitch, and she's a goner
From the greater to the great ****
I'mma be a paid ****
And I escalate with some thousand dollar shades ****
Tattoos on my face, that's why people think I'm crazy
But Gucci Mane really love all that shit that's crazy
Hundred K a day shit
Hundred dollar blunt shit
You can't fill my shoes unless you make millions every month bitch
Millions every month, bitch
Millions every month, bitch
You can't fill my shoes unless you make millions every month bitch
Cold hearted like a mother fucking cobra
I ain't feeling stopped till I get money like Oprah
Brick squad like a **** froze up utopia
**** ain't eatin' like the kids in Ethipoia
Though you wanna get me and my money be provoking ya
Time to change your mind, and make your job as boob of Tokyo
Sucka tell no lies and he be growin' like Pinnochio
Still screaming peoples and my **** free Papa Joe
Hotter than a hula dancer, colder than an eskimo
If you think you're testin' me, you better eat the both of us
Grab you by by your collar, but I hang you by your testicles
Snitchin' ass **** know the police was protecting you
From the greater to the great ****
I'mma be a paid ****
And I escalate with some thousand dollar shades ****
Tattoos on my face, that's why people think I'm crazy
But Gucci Mane really love all that shit that's crazy
Hundred K a day shit
Hundred dollar blunt shit
You can't fill my shoes unless you make millions every month bitch
Millions every month, bitch
Millions every month, bitch
You can't fill my shoes unless you make millions every month bitch
Written by: R. Davis, UNKNOWN WRITER, V. Reece, X Dotson
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