Luister naar 'A Million Lights (feat. Tyga, Cory Gunz, Mack Maine, Jae Millz & Kevin Rudolf)' van DJ Khaled

A Million Lights (feat. Tyga, Cory Gunz, Mack Maine, Jae Millz & Kevin Rudolf)

DJ Khaled

Hip-Hop/Rap

Apple Music Note

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OVERZICHT

SONGTEKSTEN

Muziekvideo

Muziekvideo

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Cory Gunz

Vocals

Jae Millz

Vocals

Kevin Rudolf

Vocals

Mack Maine

Vocals

Tyga

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

DJ Khaled

Songwriter

Kevin Rudolf

Songwriter

Jermaine Preyan

Jermaine Preyan

Songwriter

Peter Pankey Jr.

Peter Pankey Jr.

Songwriter

Jarvis Mills

Songwriter

Andre Davidson

Songwriter

Andrew Harr

Songwriter

Jermaine Jackson

Jermaine Jackson

Songwriter

Michael Stevenson

Michael Stevenson

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

The Runners

Producer

Ben Diehl

Recording Engineer

Lu Diaz

Mixing Engineer

Joshua Berkman

Recording Engineer

Chad Jolley

Recording Engineer

Chris Athens

Mastering Engineer

Colin Rivers

Assistant Mixing Engineer

J. Jackson

Recording Engineer

The Monarch

Producer

Songteksten

[Verse 1]

Believe that, it's DJ Khaled

It's that We The Best, YMCMB

We The Best forever

[Verse 2]

A million lights and a kick drum

The floor is moving slow

I've got a feeling 'bout this one

And we still young, you know

I'm breathing fire in your cup

It's not my fault if your heart's grown cold

It's not my fault if your heart's grown cold

[Verse 3]

Uh, new Hermes duffle bag

On the plane, see the sky through a little glass

Twenty hour flight, never jet-lagged

Sipping white wine, watching the sunset

Real love this close, I ain't never had

Sitting with you all day till the night pass

Damn, damn, ain't tryna fight that

But if we fall too fast, will the feeling last?

Now I'm looking over my shoulder, shoulder, uh

Champagne, good Dom and good times

And now it's all over

But can't blame me for all that

You was bright, now your heart all black

Tryna outshine the good with the bad

You a cold motherfucker, I ain't mad at you

I'm still shining

[Verse 4]

A million lights and a kick drum

The floor is moving slow

I've got a feeling 'bout this one

And we still young, you know

I'm breathing fire in your cup

It's not my fault if your heart's grown cold

It's not my fault if your heart's grown cold

[Verse 5]

Okay, you getting old and your heart turned cold

Timeline froze, mad at the world

'Cause you lived your life but this the life that we chose

Nights on the road for the nicest rolls

I mean long ass flights for these trifling hoes

But we don't crap out when the dice is rolled

I mean no life, low life

Say my name in hopes to get more life, **** live your life

Lame ass ****, you cook it with no spice

Lil B sacrifice, show me what your ho like

Hit her with that dope dick, now she's a dope fiend

Leo Lion the King, I'm looking for a dope queen

A First Lady, baby, Young Money's Barack

Baggy cargos, high mismatched socks

Me, Gunz, Millz, Tyga, we give 'em the chills

Weak riders get birth control pills, Young Money

[Verse 6]

Bright lights, Lord knows I live for these nights

You damn right, I'ma sip champagne till it blur my sight

Yanks fitted cap to the front like Jeter

My diamonds ain't fierce like an episode of Cheetahs, Jesus

Loud jewelry, loud speakers

Blowing loud weed with some loud divas, Millz

[Verse 7]

A million lights and a kick drum

The floor is moving slow

I've got a feeling 'bout this one

And we still young, you know

I'm breathing fire in your cup

It's not my fault if your heart's grown cold

It's not my fault if your heart's grown cold

[Verse 8]

Young Money, Cash Money, We The Best, Khaled

[Verse 9]

Uh, it's that summertime money time

Gonna rhyme good time, wanna dime, gimme mine

Loud smoke, quiet engine out the city lines

Pretty toes hanging out the window to the finish line

Spikes poking out my kicks like a porcupine

Young Money, Cash Money, We The Best, fall in line

Uptown thoroughbred from the South Bronx

Hot blocks in Miami, Khaled outcome

We made us, they hate us just to say the latest

Life nothing like a movie, I just day-to-day this

Remember it was hard tryna pay its wages

Nice spitting hard rhymes on the main stages

Independent, yeah, I told 'em major later

We some independent **** getting major paper

Shout Tune, Stunna, Slim, Mack

We play for, shorty, how we gonna give up that

YMCMB, lights, camera, action

[Verse 10]

A million lights and a kick drum

The floor is moving slow

I've got a feeling 'bout this one

And we still young, you know

I'm breathing fire in your cup

It's not my fault if your heart's grown cold

It's not my fault if your heart's grown cold

Written by: A. Davidson, A. Harr, Cory Gunz, DJ Khaled, J. Jackson, Jarvis Mills, Jermaine Preyan, K. Rudolf, Michael Ray Stevenson, Peter Pankie, S Davidson, W. Powers, Walter Douglas Powers

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