Millions by Young Thug Lyrics Meaning – Deciphering the Visions of Wealth and Reality
Lyrics
Yeah
Yeah
Millions, put it in the casket and buried it
Millions, niggas with me, bitches think we terrorists
Billions, stack this cash and lay low like barbarians
Brazilians, wax it and pass it to Australians
Ayy, I suppose it’s a proposal (I suppose it’s a proposal)
Ayy, most these niggas, they some bozos
Ayy, put the racks in the console (racks)
Ayy, blowin’ O’s just like Cheerios
Pakistanian bitch wanna lay with me (ayy)
I been in the trenches, slangin’ since a nigga was three
I’ve been on the road, on a plane, take a pic with me
Bitch, I took a picture, try to frame me, try to riddle me (ha)
Ayy, made a million bucks but I didn’t touch the key
Ayy, I done tore it up now shawty lovin’ me (swear)
Ayy, I done ran it up and now she fuck with me
Now she wanna make a baby, now she wan’ be stuck with me
Nasty ass bitch (ha)
Trippin’ tryna kiss me, after suckin’ niggas’ dicks (ayy)
I can’t put no hickey on your titties or your lips (facts)
Fuck it, where your head? I ain’t even tryna hit (swear)
All my cars fast, I ain’t even try to dip (try)
I ain’t no Dorito type of nigga, I stack chips (racks)
Ain’t no pussy eatin’ type of nigga, you ain’t dip
Bitch, your mamacita tryna fuck us off the rip
Ten racks, hunnid racks
Millions, put it in the casket and buried it
Millions, niggas with me, bitches think we terrorists
Billions, stack this cash and lay low like barbarians
Brazilians, wax it and pass it to Australians
Ayy, I suppose it’s a proposal (I suppose it’s a proposal)
Ayy, most these niggas, they some bozos (most these niggas, they some bozos)
Ayy, put the racks in the console (racks)
Ayy, blowin’ O’s just like Cheerios (slime)
Hunchback, Cadillac (slime)
Dirty fat sacks, my bitch a brat (slime)
I’ve been in the trenches, fuckin’ that (slime)
All the hood hoes need love, gotta give it back (slime)
Yeah, pay the bitches homage (homage)
All my niggas with me one hunnid (hunnid)
All the opps die every summer (slatt)
All the Glocks, give ’em to my mama (on God)
All the Ks (yeah), at the hide’ (brr)
I’m a stunna, with the racks
I’m a slimeball ’til I die (slime)
All the freaky hoes come outside (all your hoes come)
All the nasty bitches outside (yeah)
You can’t run, you can’t even stay inside (you can’t even stay inside)
Get you killed, got a show in the Chi’ (woo)
Thumb through it fast, got this bitch sayin’, “God”, nigga
Millions, put it in the casket and buried it
Millions, niggas with me, bitches think we terrorists
Billions, stack this cash and lay low like barbarians
Brazilians, wax it and pass it to Australians
Ayy, I suppose it’s a proposal (I suppose it’s a proposal)
Ayy, most these niggas, they some bozos
Ayy, put the racks in the console (racks)
Ayy, blowin’ O’s just like Cheerios
Me and Wheezy, that’s the wave
As if a modern alchemist, Young Thug transmutes his raw experiences and thoughts into musical gold with his track ‘Millions’. But delve deeper beyond the shimmering facade of wealth, and one uncovers a tapestry rich with narrative complexity and social commentary.
Exploring the labyrinthine lyrics, ‘Millions’ unfolds as a profound reflection on affluence, identity, and survival within the societal fringes. This exploration attempts to unveil the nuanced layers of Young Thug’s bard-like storytelling.
The Overt Narrative: An Ode to Opulence
On the surface, ‘Millions’ seems to celebrate the quintessential hip-hop tale of wealth and prosperity—a triumph over poverty. The chorus resonates with a sense of accomplishment, painting a picture of actual millions buried like treasure, a metaphor perhaps for the clandestine nature of newfound wealth.
Thug’s vivid imagery crosses continents, involving ‘Brazilians’ and ‘Australians’, symbolically speaking of a universally understood language: money. The literal global journey of riches suggests a powerful and far-reaching influence.
The Social Undercurrent: From Trenches to Triumph
But Young Thug doesn’t stop at surface-level glorification. He intersperses his journey with gritty realism, acknowledging the dark trenches from which he rose. In doing so, he crafts an anthem for the misunderstood and marginalized, contemplating the price of his ascent and the transformation of relationships in the wake of success.
Lines like ‘niggas with me, bitches think we terrorists’ are jarring, reflecting society’s quickness to criminalize based on wealth and skin color alike. Thug positions himself as a target, a figure both envied and vilified, skewering prejudice on the tip of his pen.
Unraveling the Hidden Meanings: Symbols of Struggle and Strategy
There’s a deeper mosaic hidden in the bravado. The repeated references to ‘lay low like barbarians’ can be viewed as strategic camouflage, the necessary inconspicuousness of those operating at society’s edges. Here, Thug draws a parallel to ancient warriors, adopting their guise to navigate the modern urban battleground.
Coupled with the motif of concealment is the idea of stealth and preservation—’put the racks in the console’ is not only a literal hiding place for cash but also a metaphor for Thug’s guarded internal world, a world where introspection and identity are fiercely protected.
The Art of Contrast: Carnal Desires versus Emotional Detachment
In a dialectic twist, Young Thug couples carnal braggadocio with an aversion to emotional attachment, evoking a sense of isolation amidst abundance. This dichotomy stands out starkly in lines that discuss intimate encounters with an almost clinical detachment—a defense against the vulnerability of real connections, perhaps.
Thug’s aversion to attachment—an armor against potential betrayal—speaks to the deeper implications of trust and the sacrifices made when climbing to the apex of success.
Memorable Lines: The Hooks That Haunt
Young Thug doesn’t skimp on catchy hooks, but ‘Millions’ delivers lines with staying power that transcend their immediate catchiness. Take ‘Me and Wheezy, that’s the wave’—a subtle nod to the symbiosis between Thug and producer, blending identity with influence, and cementing a musical legacy in an ephemeral world.
‘Blowin’ O’s just like Cheerios’—seemingly playful, yet laden with significance, as Thug converts a mundane image into a layered narrative, echoing the circular motion of life’s ups and downs, the cyclical nature of his own artistic journey.
