YRN Lingo - Protect My Millions lyrics

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Ft. Rich The Kid & Skippa Da Flippa

(Hook)

Protectin' my millions from these niggas

Protectin' my millions from these niggas cuz they always tryin' to plan sumethin'

Protectin' my millions from these niggas

Protecting my millions from these niggas cuz they always tryin' to plan sumethin'

What ya tryin' to do? What ya tryin' to prove?

Nigga always tryin' to break the rules, nigga always tryin' to make the news

Nigga always tryin' to get a name, nigga always tryin' to have the fame

Nigga always tryin' to change the game, can ya see the gold in my chain?

(Verse: YRN Lingo)

Nigga always tryin' to be sum', nigga always tryin' to touch sum'

Nigga always tryin' to bust sum', nigga ya know I don’t fuck with ya

Nigga always tryin' to be with ya, nigga always tryin' to creep with ya

Nigga always tryin' to sleep with ya

Get back nigga befo' I pop the trunk

And ya know they have the round gon' throng

I’m goin' crazy, grab my choppa, and my laser

I’m finna take a vacation, to the Bahamas and get a Marraf

Thrower bitches that she bring anotha back

Pussy ass nigga creepin' in a Cadillac

Nigga I do not care what ya sayin'

Nigga I do not care what ya sayin'

Are ya puttin' money in my hands?

Stacks on top of stacks with rubba bands?!

My hands are so hot need to cool down

Can’t lay still when I’m in town

Shut the fuck up, nigga, lay down!

Choppa make ya dead, James Brown

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(Verse 2: Skippa Da Flippa)

Can ya see the gold in my chain

Had cash money when I was plain Jane

Went turbo and Forgi’d the fuckin' range

Got a whole four just to maintain

Ya want to be noticed, I want to be rich

I still came up quick, ya a thick money Mitch

Flippa the hoe doctor, ya think I’m hit

So triple the dope if ya give us sum' thick

Me and Lingo we just throwin' cee bands

So many bags, I think I’m eagles

Count so much money till my fingers tingle

OG Christmas tree like Mr. Jingles

Navigator sink, call me Akon

Golden gun, no James Bond

Call of Duty scope, but ya won’t respond

Triple wrap 100, stash it in the pond (Flippa flippin'!)

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(Verse 3: Rich The Kid)

Pussy nigga want to try sumethin'

Choppa extendo the hand gun

Bitch, ya fussy cuz a nigga made it

Wearin' two Rolexs, I got plenty paper

Protecting my millions, hand me the blue Benjamins in the ceilin'

They trust these bitches, I just ova night em

Rolex bezel, it got plenty diamonds

Lil nigga, I was in to juggin'

Kitchen cookin', I'mma whip it, flip it

Lingo got the roof missin'

Fuck yo bitch, bust up on 'er titties

See the backpack scar like Guwop

Me against the world like 2Pac! (oooh!)

In the trap, rerock with the 2 Glocks

I’m a real trap nigga, that’s a straight drop

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