Millions

Spencer Morse

I keep my money tied up in investments I'm in the studio, there's no reception
I don't need you, I've got my connections They wanna be us, we've been the exception
Let's stay talking shit, it's been my profession Since I was a kid, I was sending a message
Swinging at fools, swinging at wenches Every time that my name was mentioned

And I don't have time to be checking out mentions I'm up for the freedom
They can keep screaming from benches Not with the opinions, I don't fucking need
them They can't even get out a sentence around me
I gave them a feature, they need it I used to be handing out dentures

But now I'm just focused on papers, I need it All these ladies, yo, they have been freaking
out Wanna use me, yeah, just for the clout
I'm underground, not driving around Out in the club, they're playing the sound
Opposite she sees me and all they do is pow I'm inside a Gucci, I'm not impressed, wow

Gotta get my suits pressed down Not living inside the penthouse now
Using this pen to get the sense broke down They treat me with envy, they move like a clown
She's looking for bosses, but they're not around When I'm inside a room, I just look at the ground
Well, the people act stupid, don't wanna find out

Don't spend time with people that I wouldn't vouch You know I'm recording if I'm on a couch
She said, fuck the hook, so I just did the verse These bitches are shrugs, so they buy Tory Burch
Used to be a crook, no lie in my words We jacked up the car, we made your life worse
I broke the windows, yo, I took the paper I did the worst things to my neighbors

I didn't care, life of a savage Perpetual state, I stay doing damage
I keep my money tied up in investments I'm in the studio, there's no reception
I don't need you, I've got my connections They wanna be us, we've been the exception
I stay talking shit, it's been my profession Since I was a kid, I was sending a message

Swinging out fools, swinging out wenches Every time that my name was mentioned
I couldn't do it, I couldn't just stay out of trouble
So you'd beep me Not tryna live inside of the lines
They tell my life is peaches I got internal beef that's been around for

So long that it's seasoned Walking with the tempered drip
When the ladies see me, they're leaking Fuck it, not leaving
Bitch, I was broke, but I'm getting rich I'm with the succeeding
Bitch, I'm so woke, my life is enriched I did all the reading

We just roll like the spokes When they play the records, they're believing
I don't come in needy, I come in well fed The pockets are tight, they're filled with
The bread They lost their life, they chose the lead
Live off of hype, they make the bed I make the records, I drop them online

They're blowing in Europe a matter of time Don't fuck with your lyrics, a matter of kind
They're coming from a different place than mine
I've already got my plans for succession I'm building my business to last through
Recessions I don't place any weight on your intentions

I place all my weight on your perception I do it the honest way, out of detention
I switch up the rhyme like I switch up the clenching The bitches around me, their thirst
Isn't quenching When it's ammunition, I come in extended
When it's ammunition, I come in extended

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Who composed the song “Millions” by PTK?
The song “Millions” by PTK was composed by Spencer Morse.

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