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Lil Uzi Vert
Lil Uzi Vert
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mohkom Singh Bhangal
Mohkom Singh Bhangal
Songwriter
AMIR ESMAILIAN
AMIR ESMAILIAN
Songwriter
Navraj Singh Goraya
Navraj Singh Goraya
Songwriter
Symere Woods
Symere Woods
Songwriter
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AMIR ESMAILIAN
AMIR ESMAILIAN
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Money Music
Money Music
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Pro Logic
Pro Logic
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Tourin', I'm sellin' out shows Made a cult followin' like Jim Jones (Yeah) Drippin', I be puttin' shit on Lookin' at the crowd, I see a couple lil' clones (Woah) Blow a girl kiss, hit the gas, and I'm gone Expensive drugs keep me in my zone (Oh-oh) Treat a record deal like a loan Makin' these hits gon' keep me on (Come on) Found a lil' redbone, fuck her like a G Pull her weave out, I'm makin' her moan (Like a G) Smoke a lot of weed, gotta get another pound I don't know where the other one gone (It's gone) Every time I'm drivin' down the strip Got people throwin' thumbs-up at my whip (Skrrt) In the club sparklers comin' They hittin' off diamonds inside of the VIP (Bling) Since 2017 I been gettin' paid (Gettin' paid) Monograms on my waist, watches in the LV roller case (Let's go) I gotta play it safe, shooter mask on, can't trace no face Got a good lawyer, now I ain't got no case This shit I'm around, I don't think it's a waste (Yeah) They said that I was ugly Now everything in my life is beautiful (Beautiful) Back in the day Every time I went to Walmart, God knows that I stole (Yes, I did) Hit it with the cut then we breakin' it down We ain't tryna sell it, hoe (No) Straight from the hood, fuck the politics Cut the check, I'll do the Super Bowl (No cap) Well-spoken, I'm talkin' to girls I'm makin' 'em wanna fornicate (Let's go) I was broke three years ago But it still feel like it was yesterday (Yesterday) Runnin' out of space, I got a lot of drip I already gave away Twinklin' toes, my diamonds keep dancing like they doin' ballet Tourin', I'm sellin' out shows Made a cult followin' like Jim Jones (Yeah) Drippin', I be puttin' shit on Lookin' at the crowd, I see a couple lil' clones (Woah) Blow a girl kiss, hit the gas, and I'm gone Expensive drugs keep me in my zone (Oh-oh) Treat a record deal like a loan Makin' these hits gon' keep me on (Come on) Found a lil' redbone, fuck her like a G Pull her weave out, I'm makin' her moan (Like a G) Smoke a lot of weed, gotta get another pound I don't know where the other one gone (It's gone) Every time I'm drivin' down the strip Got people throwin' thumbs-up at my whip (Skrrt) In the club sparklers comin' They hittin' off diamonds inside of the VIP (Bling) No I'm not on Marshall Applewhite But I'm tryna phone home (Home, woah) I feel like it's someone watchin' me, I had to get a clone Drinkin' that Kool-Aid, just out a white cup This ain't nothin' but a four (Four) I'm not tryna take your life I'm tryna take you out of space, movin' slow (Slow, woah) She give me head like a comb I break her heart like Comme des Garçons (Damn) I know she bad to the bone She think when I'm mad the reason why it storms, yeah I just got a bad freak-freak Never saw her feet, make her walk on her knees (Yeah) Hit it from the back, yeah, that girl got a peach She think I'm God, made the girl say, "Capiche", yeah Her ass like a Jeep, yeah Make her back it up, beep-beep, yeah (Beep, beep, beep) Won't touch, I won't reach, yeah Because that girl, she is not cheap, yeah (No) Necklace full of stone Smokin' on Runtz, bitch, I'm too stoned Y'all thought I was gon' fold No, y'all put me right in my zone Tourin', I'm sellin' out shows Made a cult followin' like Jim Jones (Yeah) Drippin', I be puttin' shit on Lookin' at the crowd, I see a couple lil' clones (Woah) Blow a girl kiss, hit the gas, and I'm gone Expensive drugs keep me in my zone (Oh-oh) Treat a record deal like a loan Makin' these hits gon' keep me on (Come on) Found a lil' redbone, fuck her like a G Pull her weave out, I'm makin' her moan (Like a G) Smoke a lot of weed, gotta get another pound I don't know where the other one gone (It's gone) Every time I'm drivin' down the strip Got people throwin' thumbs-up at my whip (Skrrt) In the club sparklers comin' They hittin' off diamonds inside of the VIP (Bling)
Writer(s): Andrew Franklin, Symere Woods, Amir Esmailian, Navraj Goraya, Mohkom Singh Bhangal Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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