[Lyam lyrics]
[Verse 1]
I've heard my voice from whips, but apart from a handful of papers, I haven't seen any packs (Packs-packs)
They shouted that the dollar is bouncing, my brother was smoking tobacco outside my window
They want my album on the phone, but I have no time for reposts and downloads, my brain is like in a trash can
They want me from both sides, offers keep coming, and I can't think about the music
They love my slang and don't give a fuck that I talk weird at your house
On the block it doesn't smell like hydroponics, but the bong is on the windowsill
Look, this hut is under mortgage, like the huts of most of my friends
Look-look, her slim legs have been on the turf but not musеums (Still)
Cause five hundreds a day don't pay hеr needs, and the whole block knows her BJ skills
And forty grand is not enough to live well, and Gulya doesn't know how to hide her shame (How to hide the shame?)
What's the fuss? It's a fucking mud, but not your suntan
We on the move to smell like money, not booze breath
Momma says we need a mil', we've got a loan but our pockets empty
In the middle of paper frauds
I wanna make mothers smile and full tables for all my people
Another gram, another kilo, another bag in these lungs
I don't know what you talking about, but I know what all these chicks are thinking about (About money)
[Chorus]
And I don't give a fuck about these shit around
Numbers keep filling my notebook
Cash finds open doors for me
I know one thing
Momma says we need a mil'
Momma says we need a mil'
Momma says we need a mil'
Momma says we need a mil'
[Verse 2]
48 hours on feet, I want to sleep, but there's only couple of hours to sleep
I'm fucking tired of hanging out in thorns, high five if you also deal with this paranoia
I'm in the epicenters, everyone around me is far from being a gift
From a kid with a dream to a superstar
Momma wants you to live damn well, sing to her
That we are on point with the dough
Mami, there are smart bitches around me, smart brothers run the business
We are that unemployed ones, lots of us here
I represent Pavlo (Oh-oh-oh)
Look
Much money, no money, we give no fuck
They come, they go, we give no fuck
But I have bunch of day ones and my inked hands need straight all cash
My block, your block, our block
My million, your million, our million
My eyes are desperate from the cradle
24th year on my way
There are only me and business, only me and day ones
There are only filth and thrill all day
No one knows when the weekend is
We ain't on fashion, we're high and sweating on bitches, work and smoke
From the beginning, not from now on
Until blood simmers down in our veins
[Chorus]
And I don't give a fuck about these shit around
Numbers keep filling my notebook
Cash finds open doors for me
I know one thing
Momma says we need a mil'
Momma says we need a mil'
Momma says we need a mil'
Momma says we need a mil'
[Bridge]
One day I won't catch a bill, but a burst of them
One day I won't catch a bill
[Outro]
Father gave me all he could and I'll pay in full
Father gave me all he could and I'll pay in full
Tell me where all that money at, come on
We'll come and take them to our home, sweet home