Riff Raff, Yelawolf & Ronny J – Million Dollar Mullet Lyrics | Audio

Lyrics Million Dollar Mullet – Riff Raff, Yelawolf & Ronny J

Uh, million-dollar mullet
I’m talking Ted DiBiase
I’ma disappear
And come back with eight watches
AP watches, watch this..

Prada Paparazzi
I’ma live my life Miami Vice, Farrah Fawcett
I’ma sip lean, you gon’ tattle tale
While I slide down Tidwell
I’ma shine blades like a chef
Conan the Barbarian style jewels on neck
It’s the white Wyclef, got a brick on my shelf
And I did it by myself, uh

B**ch you got a complaint
Leave it at the front desk
Shoot a three like Tony Delk
Yeah, my girl brought a girlfriend
Made my heart melt

More diamond pointers
Than a Roosevelt elk, yeah
Mine’s crystal clean,
Your look like skimmed milk
Stop asking all them questions,
You gon’ wrinkle up my silk, uh
I’m in Shanghai with the top down
Raspberry roger Clemens
Throwing 90 off the mound
Nolan Ryan Texas Rangers
With the sunset hounds
Half a ticket on my neck
Every time I pop up
Instead of worrying about me
You need to get your stocks up, yuh

I’ma three-wheel in a Dolce & Gabbana truck
Look into the mirror and then wipe down all the drama
You got another baby mama while I’m chasing a third comma
Still finding who I am, left hand hologram
Right hand, um, Fruity Pebbles Toucan Sam
Ronny J got the bass kicking, Jean-Claude Van Damme
Aventador hard top hit up Ken Dan Tony
All the way at West palm Lamb
Left hand hold two hundred grand, all cash, uh

Skrt up off the lot and I did the whole dash
Tip Toe to the cellar, the white Mayweather
40K yesterday but it’s gon’ get better, uh
Orange sapphires that look like sunsets, uh
I’m at Jewel Collect like Johnny Quest

Collect call
From who
Alanis Morissette
Why you ain’t been in more movies
Than Johnny Depp

Johnny deep, deep pockets
I done flipped so much cheese
Shoulda plotted Johnny rockets
Overqualified, overqualified, hold a lotta ties
In the streets, know a lotta guys, oh a lotta pride
Been caprice, flexing on ’em like I had a rubber spine
Nipping at this b**ch like y’all was rollerskating drunk and blind
Out my way, b**ches flashing to us from the balcony
For you she’s a mouse, for me a rat, I leave her out my cave

‘Bout to say, ain’t no ’bout to say, f**k what you ’bout to say
Me and that HighRoller Jody f**k what you about to say
Catfish, shoulda left me in the creek where you found me
Now you got that river-water on ya from my country county mud now
That’s the LSD hitting the petri dish
Must be, ‘сause they tripping on my trowel, is okay
Paint flying out that Krylon can up on the eastern bridge
Ayy I’m seven out .. go back on me, read the list

Go back homie, hating on me, I’m too heavy for them kids
This ain’t nothing overnight except for me to do your b**ch
Ain’t interested, Bumblebee, interesting intellect
Infamous pinky ring, Slumerican everything in the mix
Baller Z, player spin that kicking tune
Been up in that trunk with 808s since you was still in school
Billy who, Billy Zab, Earnhardt, really Dale
Wanna .. and suck as motherf**ker go pick up your meal
The mullet king, mullet king

Really though
Joe, Jody HighRoller
F**king getting it
F**king getting it

➤ Written by Yelawolf & Riff Raff
Produced by Ronny J
Riff Raff | Yelawolf | Ronny J | 2020

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