Yeah aye uhn
Tony Millions in the building
Pack loud smell it in my clothes from four hours ago
Dreads long bitches break they neck from every way they flow
M on my buckle but my bank account need it more
You ain't gotta put me in yo dirt I bet this a seed a grow
Just cause you pussy that they don't mean that they gone eat you bro
I'm Freddy Krueger if you bite that hand that feed you bro
Not a shooter these computers is what made me blow
Cooler than a jeweler in a blizzard I'm that f*cking cold
I might touchdown in Vegas in a winter coat
I play it that crazy you niggas don't phase me
I don't want no smoke unless you rolling up a whole eighty
Why you got this backwood wet bitch it's not raining
Uhn GOD bud change the forecast
Cloudy in the whip you can't see me when the car pass
Hand me my shit baby I don't like to doordash
The way that I been balling I'm a keep a nigga March mad
Say that want that real shit but ain't nobody real though
I've slept in the whip so you can't tell me how to feel bro
Everybody struggle I remain humble
Never was the greatest hooper but my mama put up doubles
Before I left the crib she told me to stay out of trouble
Keep yo lungs clean never let them knock yo hustle
Keep no less than a couple I gotta make it triple
Rough around the edges but I'm solid in the middle
Different area codes same shit different hoes
The things you niggas brag about and rap about is typical
Hot shit but it don't stick like the skillet low
F*ck a handout I don't need no one to put me on
Don't get it twisted vision bigger than another song
Niggas trash so used to being ass you could of been a thong
Know I keep a solo cup I like to be alone
Open hand smack the rona out you who breathing on
Tell sway that I'm the nigga he was sleeping on
To say I'm not the best is almost worst than get cheated on
My bitch in check ain't got to ask me who team she on
If this yo favorite record why the f*ck you always sing it wrong
Bitch you must think that I'm a dummy
Compliments don't move my world just money
Since I can't take it with me I won't let you take it from me
I might crack a smile ain't a damn thing funny
Tony Millions - What's Funny Lyrics
Tony Millions - What's Funny Lyrics
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Yeah aye uhn
Tony Millions in the building
Pack loud smell it in my clothes from four hours ago
Dreads long bitches break they neck from every way they flow
M on my buckle but my bank account need it more
You ain't gotta put me in yo dirt I bet this a seed a grow
Just cause you pussy that they don't mean that they gone eat you bro
I'm Freddy Krueger if you bite that hand that feed you bro
Not a shooter these computers is what made me blow
Cooler than a jeweler in a blizzard I'm that f*cking cold
I might touchdown in Vegas in a winter coat
I play it that crazy you niggas don't phase me
I don't want no smoke unless you rolling up a whole eighty
Why you got this backwood wet bitch it's not raining
Uhn GOD bud change the forecast
Cloudy in the whip you can't see me when the car pass
Hand me my shit baby I don't like to doordash
The way that I been balling I'm a keep a nigga March mad
Say that want that real shit but ain't nobody real though
I've slept in the whip so you can't tell me how to feel bro
Everybody struggle I remain humble
Never was the greatest hooper but my mama put up doubles
Before I left the crib she told me to stay out of trouble
Keep yo lungs clean never let them knock yo hustle
Keep no less than a couple I gotta make it triple
Rough around the edges but I'm solid in the middle
Different area codes same shit different hoes
The things you niggas brag about and rap about is typical
Hot shit but it don't stick like the skillet low
F*ck a handout I don't need no one to put me on
Don't get it twisted vision bigger than another song
Niggas trash so used to being ass you could of been a thong
Know I keep a solo cup I like to be alone
Open hand smack the rona out you who breathing on
Tell sway that I'm the nigga he was sleeping on
To say I'm not the best is almost worst than get cheated on
My bitch in check ain't got to ask me who team she on
If this yo favorite record why the f*ck you always sing it wrong
Bitch you must think that I'm a dummy
Compliments don't move my world just money
Since I can't take it with me I won't let you take it from me
I might crack a smile ain't a damn thing funny
Tony Millions in the building
Pack loud smell it in my clothes from four hours ago
Dreads long bitches break they neck from every way they flow
M on my buckle but my bank account need it more
You ain't gotta put me in yo dirt I bet this a seed a grow
Just cause you pussy that they don't mean that they gone eat you bro
I'm Freddy Krueger if you bite that hand that feed you bro
Not a shooter these computers is what made me blow
Cooler than a jeweler in a blizzard I'm that f*cking cold
I might touchdown in Vegas in a winter coat
I play it that crazy you niggas don't phase me
I don't want no smoke unless you rolling up a whole eighty
Why you got this backwood wet bitch it's not raining
Uhn GOD bud change the forecast
Cloudy in the whip you can't see me when the car pass
Hand me my shit baby I don't like to doordash
The way that I been balling I'm a keep a nigga March mad
Say that want that real shit but ain't nobody real though
I've slept in the whip so you can't tell me how to feel bro
Everybody struggle I remain humble
Never was the greatest hooper but my mama put up doubles
Before I left the crib she told me to stay out of trouble
Keep yo lungs clean never let them knock yo hustle
Keep no less than a couple I gotta make it triple
Rough around the edges but I'm solid in the middle
Different area codes same shit different hoes
The things you niggas brag about and rap about is typical
Hot shit but it don't stick like the skillet low
F*ck a handout I don't need no one to put me on
Don't get it twisted vision bigger than another song
Niggas trash so used to being ass you could of been a thong
Know I keep a solo cup I like to be alone
Open hand smack the rona out you who breathing on
Tell sway that I'm the nigga he was sleeping on
To say I'm not the best is almost worst than get cheated on
My bitch in check ain't got to ask me who team she on
If this yo favorite record why the f*ck you always sing it wrong
Bitch you must think that I'm a dummy
Compliments don't move my world just money
Since I can't take it with me I won't let you take it from me
I might crack a smile ain't a damn thing funny
Writer: Anthony Williams
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC