Lyrics to Spilled Milk
Just lost one-point-five mil', okay, big deal
I pop too much champagne to cry about spilled milk (To cry about spilled milk)
I saw who switched when this shit hit the fan and I'll never forget (And I'll never forget)
I treated losin' an M like a slap on the wrist (Slap on the wrist)
They wanna see me go down, but I am not goin'
I am not finished, I'm in the Guinness
I'm in position to open the doors for all of my niggas
I made the chicken
And by the time that I counted it up, I had already spent it
Why would I go back and forth with these niggas when I got the Wimbledon on playin' tennis?
Funny how they ain't think that I could make it at all
How am I the one who's makin' it all?
Young nigga went from breakin' the law
To sittin' with the ones who's makin' the law
Independent, still no label involved
Had politicians up at Stadium, dog
I ain't got shit to say to you, dog
I ain't got shit to—, huh
I know who switched when this shit hit the fan and I'll never forget 'em
So many people are dead to me, now let me pour out some liquor
Hold up, moment of silence
Man, man, fuck all that shit, let me get back to wildin' (Wildin')
Just lost one-point-five mil', okay, big deal
I pop too much champagne to cry about spilled milk (To cry about spilled milk)
I saw who switched when this shit hit the fan and I'll never forget (And I'll never forget)
I treated losin' an M like a slap on the wrist (Slap on the wrist)
'Kay, I signed the lease, it was the least I could do
Keepin' whips for like a season or two
Put my mama in a Bimmer or two
Whole city had to see what I do
Had to show 'em I could see this shit through
Every hater in the city converted
Money turned me to a whole 'nother person
P.O. askin' me when am I returnin'
Island hoppin' with the top joints
She had missed calls from my favorite rapper
I just had to get the money first
I said fuck the fame, them niggas got that shit backwards
It was never ever clout I was after
I got a check and a plaque now
Don't even know how to act now
Pray I'm never comin' back down, it's good luck
Just lost one-point-five mil', okay, big deal (Okay, big deal)
I pop too much champagne to cry about spilled milk (To cry about spilled milk)
I saw who switched when this shit hit the fan and I'll never forget (And I'll never forget)
I treated losin' an M like a slap on the wrist (Slap on the wrist)
I pop too much champagne to cry about spilled milk (To cry about spilled milk)
I saw who switched when this shit hit the fan and I'll never forget (And I'll never forget)
I treated losin' an M like a slap on the wrist (Slap on the wrist)
They wanna see me go down, but I am not goin'
I am not finished, I'm in the Guinness
I'm in position to open the doors for all of my niggas
I made the chicken
And by the time that I counted it up, I had already spent it
Why would I go back and forth with these niggas when I got the Wimbledon on playin' tennis?
Funny how they ain't think that I could make it at all
How am I the one who's makin' it all?
Young nigga went from breakin' the law
To sittin' with the ones who's makin' the law
Independent, still no label involved
Had politicians up at Stadium, dog
I ain't got shit to say to you, dog
I ain't got shit to—, huh
I know who switched when this shit hit the fan and I'll never forget 'em
So many people are dead to me, now let me pour out some liquor
Hold up, moment of silence
Man, man, fuck all that shit, let me get back to wildin' (Wildin')
Just lost one-point-five mil', okay, big deal
I pop too much champagne to cry about spilled milk (To cry about spilled milk)
I saw who switched when this shit hit the fan and I'll never forget (And I'll never forget)
I treated losin' an M like a slap on the wrist (Slap on the wrist)
'Kay, I signed the lease, it was the least I could do
Keepin' whips for like a season or two
Put my mama in a Bimmer or two
Whole city had to see what I do
Had to show 'em I could see this shit through
Every hater in the city converted
Money turned me to a whole 'nother person
P.O. askin' me when am I returnin'
Island hoppin' with the top joints
She had missed calls from my favorite rapper
I just had to get the money first
I said fuck the fame, them niggas got that shit backwards
It was never ever clout I was after
I got a check and a plaque now
Don't even know how to act now
Pray I'm never comin' back down, it's good luck
Just lost one-point-five mil', okay, big deal (Okay, big deal)
I pop too much champagne to cry about spilled milk (To cry about spilled milk)
I saw who switched when this shit hit the fan and I'll never forget (And I'll never forget)
I treated losin' an M like a slap on the wrist (Slap on the wrist)
