Off Me by Milli Da Man Lyrics
(Intro)
All dis money on me dat tonight I won't be Lonely
I know these niggas hatin you can show me my opponent
All I got to say is I got swag drippin' off me
And I can't get these bad bitches off me
Hit da bank tell da teller (tell ha)
Get dis money off me
Ain't talkin money why da hell you even talkin
(Verse1)
Been too real from the gusto
Raised up by some cutthroats
Get respected the utmost
You can't see me I go ghost
My opponents ain't came close
Take yo bread I think so
Dat bread hot like French Toast
My stack does not bend hoe
Now they think im sexy
Ballin Need a espy
Neva failed da FCAT are you sure you wanna test me
In da smokers section
High grade in dis session
Lookin like a AP class you can learn a couple lessons
Middle finger to one time
I cut in da lunch line
Shoulda known I'd break crimes
It made me brighter den sunshine
Im player he ride da pine
She wanna get wined and dined
And she choosin Young Milli I look jus like a dollar sign
(Hook)
All I got to say is I got swag drippin' off me
And I can't get these bad bitches off me
Hit da bank tell da teller (tell ha)
Get dis money off me
Niggas hatin and they probably wanna off me
All I got to say is I got swag drippin' off me
And I can't get these bad bitches off me
Hit da bank tell da teller (tell ha)
Get dis money off me
Ain't talkin money why da hell you even talkin
(Verse 2)
This ain't no Blues Clue
I bought some new shoes
And I don't own no Trues
Still da hottest thing on youtube
What you know about dis
They only match one outfit
How big will my account get
I need an accountant
You need an allowance
I started investments
Steady getting blessings got me feelin like da reverend
These niggas don't know me
Real deal Im so street
Finna get some gold teeth I got money dat needs blowing
Spur of da moment Manu Ginobili
Shouts out to Chief Keef I feel like Kobe
Im talkin da big leagues I leave the mall clean
Fairly quickly You should get the picture
It should feel Just like Walgreens
(Hook)
(Verse 3)
Lets be realistic
I got my dreads twisted
Im finna get da Bitches
Plus I be hella fitted
I fool around wit Mary
Because she keeps me lifted
Da bitch thought it was Christmas
Young Milli hella gifted
Thinkin you gone take mine
I'll turn da scene to a drumline
No Nick but da Cannon by my side
Knock you out yo shoes like they was untied
Take yo girl she gone run dat
Gettin high off da contact
Pussy Nigga check my stack
Where da hell are da ones at
Yo chain fake try to pawn dat
On dis watch blew a whole sack
You gettin yo income tax
Now you don't even know how to act
I got a job and a loud pack
So you know im bout a big check
I say this with all respect
Money make you cum so fuck da sex
All dis money on me dat tonight I won't be Lonely
I know these niggas hatin you can show me my opponent
All I got to say is I got swag drippin' off me
And I can't get these bad bitches off me
Hit da bank tell da teller (tell ha)
Get dis money off me
Ain't talkin money why da hell you even talkin
(Verse1)
Been too real from the gusto
Raised up by some cutthroats
Get respected the utmost
You can't see me I go ghost
My opponents ain't came close
Take yo bread I think so
Dat bread hot like French Toast
My stack does not bend hoe
Now they think im sexy
Ballin Need a espy
Neva failed da FCAT are you sure you wanna test me
In da smokers section
High grade in dis session
Lookin like a AP class you can learn a couple lessons
Middle finger to one time
I cut in da lunch line
Shoulda known I'd break crimes
It made me brighter den sunshine
Im player he ride da pine
She wanna get wined and dined
And she choosin Young Milli I look jus like a dollar sign
(Hook)
All I got to say is I got swag drippin' off me
And I can't get these bad bitches off me
Hit da bank tell da teller (tell ha)
Get dis money off me
Niggas hatin and they probably wanna off me
All I got to say is I got swag drippin' off me
And I can't get these bad bitches off me
Hit da bank tell da teller (tell ha)
Get dis money off me
Ain't talkin money why da hell you even talkin
(Verse 2)
This ain't no Blues Clue
I bought some new shoes
And I don't own no Trues
Still da hottest thing on youtube
What you know about dis
They only match one outfit
How big will my account get
I need an accountant
You need an allowance
I started investments
Steady getting blessings got me feelin like da reverend
These niggas don't know me
Real deal Im so street
Finna get some gold teeth I got money dat needs blowing
Spur of da moment Manu Ginobili
Shouts out to Chief Keef I feel like Kobe
Im talkin da big leagues I leave the mall clean
Fairly quickly You should get the picture
It should feel Just like Walgreens
(Hook)
(Verse 3)
Lets be realistic
I got my dreads twisted
Im finna get da Bitches
Plus I be hella fitted
I fool around wit Mary
Because she keeps me lifted
Da bitch thought it was Christmas
Young Milli hella gifted
Thinkin you gone take mine
I'll turn da scene to a drumline
No Nick but da Cannon by my side
Knock you out yo shoes like they was untied
Take yo girl she gone run dat
Gettin high off da contact
Pussy Nigga check my stack
Where da hell are da ones at
Yo chain fake try to pawn dat
On dis watch blew a whole sack
You gettin yo income tax
Now you don't even know how to act
I got a job and a loud pack
So you know im bout a big check
I say this with all respect
Money make you cum so fuck da sex