Married with Millions - Gucci Mane, Bruno Mars & Kodak Black

I want the date, I want the cake, I want the flowers I want the ring, I want the fancy bridal shower The meant to be, I want the dream come true I want the bells in that white church ringin' My sister's speech after too much drinkin' Something borrowed, something blue Tin cans tied to the back of a Buick One of these days I just might do it I want the wedding, but I don't wanna be married I won't settle for any Tom, Dick or Harry I wanna pop champagne, I want a dress in white Change my name for just one night I want the wedding, but I don't wanna be married I love my dog, I love my friends, I love my freedom Nobody hoggin' all the covers when I'm sleepin' I'm content all alone at a table for two Yeah there's a five in ten chance some seven years later He's wearin' my dress or sleepin' with the neighbour And I'm stuck with his name in a bad heart-shaped tattoo I'll take the money, honey, and the honeymoon The whole damn thing except "I do" I want the wedding, but I don't wanna be married I won't settle for any Tom, Dick or Harry I wanna pop champagne, I want a dress in white Change my name for just one night I want the wedding, but I don't wanna be married I wanna pop champagne, I want a dress in white Change my name for just one night I want the wedding, but I don't wanna be married I wanna go to heaven, but I don't wanna get buried I want the wedding, but I don't wanna be married, no

Y'all know I don't wanna be In a penitentiary But that's my reality That shit might be a tragedy I be right back smoking weed Chilling with the family Cause that's my reality That shit might be a tragedy Starting out my week with a quarter boat Stupid strong and I won't sell a quarter o I got 5 on that cause I'm infamous Fuck fame, strippers love me... Back to work nigga! I know y'all niggas miss this shit! Y'all know I don't wanna be In a penitentiary But that's my reality That shit might be a tragedy I be right back smoking weed Chilling with the family Cause that's my reality That shit might be a tragedy Starting out my week with a quarter boat Stupid strong and I won't sell a quarter o I got 5 on that cause I'm infamous Fuck fame, strippers love me ad infinite Fuck no, I ain't working for the minimum I'm going in, every weekend is a cinema So get a coke, hot dog and some candy bars I'm from the 6 but my dick dunn been in movie stars I'm so high right now I want a? Let everybody in free I'm bringing all my cars And I don't wanna be locked up, hell no! But we got weight so? Excuse me for being gangsta, I'm crazy I couldn't have been a sissy Mama wouldn't have fed me I'm all-red and my beemer confetti I'm? 18 with the chevy I'm deadlift with a tool like freddy Not jackson, kruger, you smell me? And no push ups, just kush up No lay-ups, just? E a g a got bakers Eastside, can I roll through decatur I'm going hard for the squad I'm the major Anything move here, Gucci get paper