[Intro: Skilla Baby]
Catch a n***a in New York and Jackson like Lamar
Ha (I hear you, JAY C)
Nah, for real (MIA JAY C)
Huh (Ayy)

[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
What the fuck is ten-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the fuck is twenty-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the fuck is forty-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the fuck is fifty-thousand to a millionaire? (Ha)
What the fuck is ten-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the fuck is twenty-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the fuck is forty-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the fuck is fifty-thousand to a millionaire? (Huh, ha)

[Verse 1: Skilla Baby]
The next n***a to speak on my name, he getting whacked (Bah)
Either that, bitch smacked or kidnapped
You know I know how to act, like I don't know where n***as at (Where they at)
Like, I can't make a dog sit or a killer catch a hat (Bah)
Walk 'em down, fucked around and put a tracker on his Track' (His Track')
My young n***as racing strikers, put the Trackhawk on the track (Skrrt)
You know me, I'm into stretching shit, don't play the internet (Fah-fah)
Hopped out on 'em, fap-fap-fap (Fap-fap-fap), ain't even tell my n***as that (Ha)
Man, you know that ain't yo' business if you wasn't in that car
Even if a n***a follow where I'm at, I stay too far (Alright, alright)
"Skilla, what you doin' out here servin' n***as? You a star" (Ha)
Catch a n***a in New York and Jackson like Lamar (Catch his ass)
What the fuck is twenty-thousand? I ain't braggin' 'bout that shit (Uh-uh)
Everything I touch make me a hundred, plus, lil' bitch, I'm rich (I'm rich)
A lot of n***as wanna see me down bad or on my dick (Ha)
Don't need a stylist, I'm too lit
Ten plus on every fit, huh, hmm
[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
What the fuck is ten-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the fuck is twenty-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the fuck is forty-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the fuck is fifty-thousand to a millionaire? (Ha)
What the fuck is ten-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the fuck is twenty-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the fuck is forty-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the fuck is fifty-thousand to a millionaire? (Ha)

[Verse 2: Luh Tyler]
Tell me what the fuck is fifty-thousand to the G.O.A.T.?
That ain't shit, n***a, I can make that off a couple shows (Bag)
You ain't never hit the road and come back with them bands before (What?)
I can't stop the grind, I need my people in a mansion, ho (Yeah)
Yeah, these n***as say they on the grind, but really, that shit cap (That shit cap)
And I snap on any track, I beat the mic' down like the trap
We chase money all day and all night, no time to take a nap (No time for that)
And my brodie ride 'round like a dyke, he love to keep that strap (Yeah)
Yeah, we crusin' with the top back (Yeah)
Smokin' on some 'za pack (On that 'za pack)
Why this n***a hatin' on the kid? He need to stop that (You need to stop that)
All my bitches be ten out of ten, no, you can't top that (No, you can't top that)
My brodie really smushed a n***a mans and pushed his top back (Ha)
All my bitches bad and all my hunnids blue, n***a (My hunnids blue)
You see that money bag, that's why we runnin' to, n***a (I'm runnin' to)
Yeah, all my n***as havin' bitch, I thought you knew, n***a (On God)
Fuck n***as make me sick, I think I got the flu, n***a (They make me sick, n***a)
[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
What the fuck is ten-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the fuck is twenty-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the fuck is forty-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the fuck is fifty-thousand to a millionaire? (Ha)
What the fuck is ten-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the fuck is twenty-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the fuck is forty-thousand to a millionaire? (To a millionaire)
What the fuck is fifty-thousand to a millionaire? (Ha)

[Outro]
Huh
What the fuck is fifty-thousand to a millionaire?
What the fuck is fifty-thousand to a millionaire?
Huh