[Intro]
It's been a long time coming
It's easy though
Check !
[Verse 1]
Ok its miller again
Back for the scrilla again
Ay tell them hoes that im the man ain't catchin' feelings again
I took a break from this rap shit
But now I make it & put the flame to you bastards
Hold up, im to the money like a church to a pastor
What you say u bachelors better obey your master
It's way too many lames putting shame in the game they ain't gettin' far enough
I raise the bar on every bar & tell em get your bars up
I ain't gotta talk cash cause you know where its at
And I ain't gotta talk trash cause you already that
Y'all ain't even in my lane
I drop a track and make you rap niggas feel the pain lookin' strange
So what you sayin'
[Hook]
Wait til I get my money right
Wait til I get my money
This for the hoes that just fronted on me
And for them niggas that just clowned on me
I got something for ya
Wait til I get my money right
Wait til I get my money
This for the hoes that just fronted on me
And for them niggas that just clowned on me
I got something for ya
[Verse 2]
And I ain't gotta brag talkin' bout paper that I had
I overcame the haters that just clowned on me and laughed
Then I apply pressure to them rappers in fear
Look at my crew it ain't no weak niggas here we all ballin'
You think yo flow sick well ima spit yo ass a coffin
Straight dismantle and toss em bitch im bossin
And I ain't gotta worry bout none of these niggas
You step to me you better hope a higher source with ya
Straight facts so give me a reason
The last rapper actin' hard ran back to his deacon
While pastor was preachin' and praying to jesus
Can't take the beatin' we clap em and leave em
Heathen you'll be eattin' with demons
They'll tear you to pieces and send you to Satan I know that you heated
It ain't a good look steppin' to me
You strugglin' remember that I do it effortlessly
It ain't a good look steppin' to me
You strugglin' remember that I do it effortlessly
[Hook]
Wait til I get my money right
Wait til I get my money
This for the hoes that just fronted on me
And for them niggas that just clowned on me
I got something for ya
Wait til I get my money right
Wait til I get my money
This for the hoes that just fronted on me
And for them niggas that just clowned on me
I got something for ya
[Verse 3]
But it dont even matter less chatter mo' cheddar
Niggas they know who better
D Miller im bout the scrilla
Pop a pill up and fill up your cup until its a spill-ah
Who you know do it better when I apply pressure
Makin' niggas fold like the legs on a stretcher
You better get your mans or you'll be printing out his picture
And send em to the morgue so you ready for war
I rip a track and leave it battered bruised and scarred
Its the numero uno
You frontin' you ain't never move weight like sumo
You never whipped a foreign in your life nigga we know so quit it
All my real G's roll the trees and get lifted
Shoutout to folarin cause everything I spit gifted
I rap circles round ya rap circle niggas finished
Im sickenin'