Offset feat. Gucci Mane – Quarter Milli (Lyrics | Video)

Lyrics “Quarter Milli” by Offset feat. Gucci Mane

I made a whole mil’ off of the dribble
Bought a Richard Mille, quarter milli’
Sippin’ out the seal, hurt the kidneys
Trappin’ Bobby, R.I.P to Whitney

Lamborghini, 12 come get me
Audemar Piguets, one-fifty
The ball-man make one call
Hit him with the saw

Pull up, Ferrari, creep, crawl
Then I put my wrist on froze
Yeah, I went rose-gold with the Patek
I had to grab the choppa for the static
Mama in Celine, f**k my daddy
Luther King with the dream, work magic
Pinky ring start a scene, need glasses
Get to floatin’ off the lean like Aladdin

Had to switch lane, my pattern
Rolls Royce, it’s a ghost like Casper
Came through drippin’ in the peacoat
I was sittin’ in the pen, face the Rico
My daddy on dope, tryna keep low
Put the AP on my mama, she on fleek, ho
Double C’s on my feet, Valentinos
I got 13 M’s, Dan Marino
Don’t work in a gym, work a kilo
Knock, knock, who is that Check the peephole
We get to kickin’ like pedal
Diamonds dancin’ like Fabo
Flip a n**ga’s ass when I say so
With a Glock, not a Draco
Connect the dots like a Lego
Chicken in the wheel, MAACO
We did the independent takeover
I make a b**ch get the makeover

Kickback like a Maybach Benz
.38 with the beam back then
Stay clean and the money comin’ in
1988 my lens versuri.online
F**ked the b**ch, then she ate her friends
What you got in the safe I want in
Pew, pew, pew, pew, get spinned
Hunnid racks, I can blow it in the wind

I made a whole mil’ off of the dribble
Bought a Richard Mille, quarter milli’
Sippin’ out the seal, hurt the kidneys
Trappin’ Bobby, R.I.P to Whitney
Lamborghini, 12 come get me
Audemar Piguets, one-fifty
The ball-man make one call
Hit him with the saw
Pull up, Ferrari, creep, crawl
Then I put my wrist on froze
Yeah, I went rose-gold with the Patek
I had to grab the choppa for the static
Mama in Celine, f**k my daddy
Luther King with the dream, work magic
Pinky ring start a scene, need glasses
Get to floatin’ off the lean like Aladdin

Metro, Sizzle, Wiz, Offset and we got so much bread
Bury us in Dolce, b**ch, and cover us with bread
All this money pilin’, I might buy a private island
All this private flying, private jettin’ to different climates
Elliot and Fezzy teamin’ up, they got me wet
Told my b**ch to bury me in nothin’ but baguettes
Knockers, but my Tech cup is that Rolls Royce truck, it’s red
P**sy please don’t push me ’cause I’m so close to the ledge

I made a whole mil’ off of the dribble
Bought a Richard Mille, quarter milli’
Sippin’ out the seal, hurt the kidneys
Trappin’ Bobby, R.I.P to Whitney
Lamborghini, 12 come get me
Audemar Piguets, one-fifty
The ball-man make one call
Hit him with the saw
Pull up, Ferrari, creep, crawl
Then I put my wrist on froze
Yeah, I went rose-gold with the Patek
I had to grab the choppa for the static
Mama in Celine, f**k my daddy
Luther King with the dream, work magic
Pinky ring start a scene, need glasses
Get to floatin’ off the lean like Aladdin
Woo, hah…

➤ Written by Gucci Mane & Offset
Album: Father Of 4
Produced by Metro Boomin & Pyrex (USA)
Offset & Gucci Mane 2019

Father Of 4, Gucci Mane, Offset, on music store


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