Benny Blanco - Millyz, Benny the Butcher

Okay

Yeah, I see what we doin'

Don’t even worry about it

Man of my word

Look

Shit goin' wrong but I try not to be pessimistic (I try)

They gettin' rich on OnlyFans, I might invest in bitches (Woo)

If she keep it ten toes, she get a necklace gifted

Head doctor would of thought I got her neck perscripted (Prescribed)

These suckers wanna live my life, but they ain’t never risk it

Heavy is the head that wears the crown and you ain’t never lift it (At all)

You started thuggin' when thy let you in this record business

I grw up druggin', started rappin' then I left the business

Repetitious how my youngin’s keep on spinnin' back (They just keep spinnin')

'Cause we don’t hold grudges, we remember facts

Ain’t into cap, this new era is corny

I flirt with death 'cause life a bitch and it keep gettin' her horny

We mix these hundreds with these fifties, had a revenue orgy

Major labels reachin' out but they could never afford me (Not me)

I got sneaker box money, Flight Club in my closet

Independent powerhouse with a hustler’s logic (Blanco)

Wet him up, I bet he run like a faucet

Diamonds drippin', pipes burst before we take any losses

My wrist could turn a hater’s stomach, VVs be makin' him nauseous

Make-believe bosses don’t know the feelin' racin' these Porches

I be with cocaina traffickers, Santeria practicers

The baddest hoes attach 'em to my dick like a catheter

Kush the color lavender

Passenger in the Bentley peelin'

Old hoes gossipin' like Wendy Williams, shit, I’m chillin'

Talk your shit, my boy

You know I’m fuckin' with you

The Butcher comin', nigga

Look

How you gon' relate to us if you don’t know hunger?

(Huh?)

In 2005, we robbed shit the whole summer (Me and City Boy)

Now my safe filled with cobwebs and old hundreds (Old hundreds)

I just got offered a record deal and don’t want it (Uh uh)

Y’all follow all the lit trends

I’m winter vacationin' with my rich friends

They slam doors in my face then I slipped in (Sorry)

They hatin' on your dawg

They family pics I used to hang above the star turned to a brick worth of

paintings on the wall (Woo), it’s money

You know how to persuade me, I’m what these Presidents made me

Have a son with my lady and let the plug name the baby (Ha ha ha)

Bein' okay is cool but great how they gon' rate me

Kurt Warner got a ring but who wouldn’t rather be Brady?

(Who?)

Yeah, the word travel when street niggas turn fragile

Dirt nap you or help you get rich and throw work at you (What it’s gon be?)

Coolin', not tryna get niggas wet up, I birdbath you

The crib got six figures stashed in the third bathroom, yeah

If you don’t do nothin' else, just believe these quotes (Believe this shit)

These rules you could live by, not just some things rewrote

Give 'em game, not money, that’s how they see you the dough

'Cause you could give 'em money to eat but next week he’s broke (Damn)

Uh huh

You can’t treat these niggas how they treat you, they beneath you

Take off on them when they start to feel equal

Dark liquor in them nights in the trenches made me evil

Empty shells on the ground next to empty bottles of Clicquot

The Butcher