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M1llionz
M1llionz
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Mist
Mist
보컬
Louis Yung
Louis Yung
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Mac Shooter
Mac Shooter
프로그래밍
Swifta Beater
Swifta Beater
프로그래밍
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Mist
Mist
송라이터
Louis Yung
Louis Yung
송라이터
Mac Shooter
Mac Shooter
송라이터
Swifta Beater
Swifta Beater
송라이터
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Louis Yung
Louis Yung
프로듀서
Mac Shooter
Mac Shooter
프로듀서
Swifta Beater
Swifta Beater
프로듀서
H1K
H1K
추가 프로듀서
Sean D
Sean D
마스터링 엔지니어
Lee James White
Lee James White
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H1kbeats
H1kbeats
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I Millionz, remember that thing that I was telling you about Last time I seen you Trust me, all is ready I'm telling you Money moves, I'm telling you bro At that time! This one is the one, trust me Like a- It's hard to adapt to the flame when I'm still out in packs in the rain I'll still blow a chase in the lanes even though I'm legal and I'm getting paid Flick the switch into S then, cah' this Golf R's on false plates I watch traffic cops when it gets late, yeah I'm always tryna dodge jakes Stonings, jazz, sort of fire, check the settings Shoulda paid his jewels first day that I met him Think of this blink, don't shine, he was free But niggas don't wear fake chains, what you reckon? But niggas up for eat, met the young Gs Gettin' some time from town Hot like peppers Jewels don't shine like mans, VVS, disrespect Well, I'm scurrying this wind as a tecker Fashion week flick knife in my double denim Wraps on cell to bro, put a ten in Run, I got back, don't sell another message Chop, chop it through a stop check, go swinders Fuck, is it my boot and it ain't got creeping If I see blue lights then I'm winning He look like he's in a ghost when we met him 'Cause he knew man niggas really had his weapon (baa) It's hard to adapt to the flame when I'm still out in packs in the rain I'll still blow a chase in the lanes even though I'm legal and I'm getting paid Flick the switch into S then cah' this Golf R's on false plates I watch traffic cops when it gets late, yeah I'm always tryna dodge jakes I'm falling on PMD, I add my worker to my favour I send her a pound of soap while I'm waiting till I make it She found me on the gram, she never knew that I was streaming She's the only she knew me when I used to borrow chains Now, I'm used to that taggy book, 30 down already She said since he's been jealous, my hands got more stinted So much sales near town if you're local then call Kenny On the blocks where it's hot, with more smoke than 420 I'm in Paris with Kylie, lighting up the room like a light bulb I'm in my zone, so much pain in them high notes I still take a flight, change times, all my haters ain't mad at them (why?) 'Cause they got me in the lab again See me in the flesh, start panicking Big man ting, I'm a dad for them If I see ya and I got one in the chain, but I slap one at them It's hard to adapt to the fame when I'm still out in packs in the rain I'll still blow a chase in the lanes even though I'm legal and I'm getting paid Flick the switch into S then cah' this Golf R's on false plates I watch traffic cops when it gets late, yeah I'm always tryna dodge jakes Yeah Bra, bra, bra I, I, I told ya, man's blowin' that chase Mad, sea blue lights when I'm off this Yeah man, I told ya Money moves, money moves, money moves Yeah man!
Writer(s): Omari Mosi Woolley, Rhys Thomas Sylvester, Mathias Daniel Liyew, Miguel Rahiece Cunningham, Louis Young, Ben Haldane, Maximilian Mcfarlin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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