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Young Thug - Mil In Vegas (feat. Nav) [Official Audio] | Young Stoner Life
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
NAV
NAV
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffery Lamar Williams
Jeffery Lamar Williams
Lyrics
Navraj Singh Goraya
Navraj Singh Goraya
Lyrics
Tobias Dekker
Tobias Dekker
Composer
Wesley Glass
Wesley Glass
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
A.'Bainz' Bains
A.'Bainz' Bains
Mixing Engineer
Aresh Banaji
Aresh Banaji
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Flo Ongonga
Flo Ongonga
Recording Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Outtatown
Outtatown
Producer
Wheezy
Wheezy
Producer

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Yeah Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah (Wheezy outta here) Top off the Maybach ridin' down in Rodeo Top off the Maybach ridin' down in Rodeo Baby, tell me that you're listenin' to my say so (to my say so) Tie my tie, sprinkle her face with the mayo We don't do hand me down, no, we got plenty clothes I've been rockin' rose gold diamonds on the low You keep bitches by the low, but you ain't pimpin' though All my cash come by the four, I'm talkin' hundreds, hoe (six) Talkin' hundreds, baby girl look so scrumptious (so scrumptious) Uh, niggas hatin' on me, but I'm shittin' on these niggas, no plunger Fuck where you're from, just ran your money to the sun, just Take care of your mama, yeah, boss up most of your man, yeah Boss up your man (boss up, boss up) Give him some bands (give me the racks) Give her some bands (uh, yeah) Watch 'em expand (watch her go crazy) You're a fuck nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah (why?) 'Cause you put on a strand (put on a thot) I might call her baby (what?) She'll never be ma'am (no) Yellow-blue diamonds, ram But I ain't payin' Uncle Sam (fuck) I ran off on my man (yee-yee) I won't pay Uncle Sam (ha) I just took her to lunch (I just took her to lunch) Bitch ordered some clams (ha, yeah) I've been smokin' on Runtz (uh, Runtz) Might serve you grams (Serve, Wheezy outta here) Me and my nephews just lost damn near a mil' out in Vegas (woo) Woke up, said a prayer to God like, "Thank you I'm not basic" (thanks) Nigga ran up talking 'bout he ready to kill but he fakin' (yeah) Told Ralo, 'It's nasty, crack the seal, then just take it" (flip) Tired of playin' with niggas Should've murked 'em when they was babies I just have four hoes on the mop goin' crazy Me and my nephews just lost damn near a million in Vegas Soon as I pull my pants down, lil' mama gonna taste it (taste it) Doors up on my coupe, I'm drivin' down Rodeo (Rodeo) Doors up on my coupe, I'm drivin' down Rodeo (ooh, ooh, ooh) Took her straight out the projects Mold her like some Play-Doh (like some Play-Doh, she mine) Everything bueno and I'm riding 'round gettin' my pesos (gettin' the cash) Made a hunnid K by lunchtime, girl, I got plenty dough (plenty) Wrappin' that punch in a punchline I'm goin' blow for blow (oh, oh-oh) I'm gettin' cash in by the four, I'm talkin' overload I fucked your girl like it's crunch time, and I never told her so (crazy, huh?) Told my shorty to stay in the house and She ain't gon' tell me nothin' (nothin') Brand-new crib We're breakin' the couch, I spit in her mouth, she love it Lots to lose, gotta watch my moves every time I go in public So much water all over my body No wonder I drive in buckets (let's go)
Writer(s): Navraj Goraya, Tobias Dekker, Wesley Tyler Glass, Jeffery Lamar Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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