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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BIA
BIA
Vocals
Sfera Ebbasta
Sfera Ebbasta
Vocals
Fivio Foreign
Fivio Foreign
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sfera Ebbasta
Sfera Ebbasta
Songwriter
Bianca Landrau
Bianca Landrau
Songwriter
Abdul Aziz Dieng
Abdul Aziz Dieng
Songwriter
Maxie Lee Ryles III
Maxie Lee Ryles III
Songwriter
Bob Merrill
Bob Merrill
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
AzizTheShake
AzizTheShake
Producer

Lyrics

Give you good look, but it don't know what to do with it (Aziz) Buongiorno Hey, papà, hey Hey, papà, hey Hey, papà, hey (I wanna go to Milan) Hey, papà (go to Milan) I wanna go shop in Milano, take all my paesanos (hey) Drive in a Ferrari, it's just a couple dollars (cash) You know that's my motto, I'll see you tomorrow (hey) I came with my family, it's a mafia I wanna go shop in Milano, take me to the opera (hey) Margherita pizza, you know I like pasta (hey) I want your attention, fumo marijuana (hey) Everybody eats here (Money Gang), everybody mangia Sai che Italia è uguale a pasta (ah, oh), Prada e Sfera Ebbasta (oh) Metti 100K (cash) sopra la bilancia Vogliono farmi la pelle (grr), piccoli piranha Piangeva mia mamma, ero più in strada che a casa Sul mio display (brr), la tua bitch fa lo strip per le tips, ehi (mwah) Niente kiss, la sua pussy è una cheesecake Vuole il bis, tu vuoi il beef, non so chi sei Ti sei fatto il film, ehi I wanna go shop in Milano, take all my paesanos (hey) Drive in a Ferrari, it's just a couple dollars (cash) You know that's my motto, I'll see you tomorrow (hey) I came with my family, it's a mafia I wanna go shop in Milano, take me to the opera (hey) Margherita pizza, you know I like pasta (hey) I want your attention, fumo marijuana (hey) Everybody eats here, everybody mangia (Ah, rrah) Hey, papà, I gotta stay in my bag (rrah) How could I finish in last? I made these bitches come out of Bottega with tags (tags) Uh, I can't go out sad (skrrt) Whether the Lamb' or the 'Rari, I'm keepin' my foot on the gas (skrrt) And I keep a deal on my neck too (uh) I'm who they dyin' to get next to (uh) I'm at the Vatican, bless you Matter fact, I'm on shenanigans I'm with my killy and he brought the scammers in (huh) Uh (yeah) I got a hot one on me and it's melting my hand again (baow, uh, huh) We see him hot and he turned to a mannequin Uh, huh (huh) I pray to God we run into that man again (yeah) They see my face and start panickin' Only get happy, they tell me they damaged him Don't make me put them shooters in that van again I don't need nobody, I see 'em, I handle 'em (baow) I don't even sweat, but I'm hot as ever (uh) I like my Prada, Italian leather All my linen exotic for fire weather And nigga, you probably wear polyester (huh, huh) Throwin' up signs, talkin' with my hands Them niggas rattin', talkin' on the stand How I'm supposed to focus on my fans when niggas keep tough talkin' on the 'Gram? I'm on the island, focused on a tan My bitches bad, focused on a glam Nigga a opp (nigga a opp) Boy, you'll die walkin' with that man (baow, baow) I wanna go shop in Milano, take all my paesanos (hey) Drive in a Ferrari, it's just a couple dollars (cash) You know that's my motto, I'll see you tomorrow (hey) I came with my family, it's a mafia I wanna go shop in Milano, take me to the opera (hey) Margherita pizza, you know I like pasta (hey) I want your attention, fumo marijuana (hey) Everybody eats here, everybody mangia (uh)
Writer(s): Abdul Aziz Dieng, Bianca Landrau, Bob Merrill, Maxie Lee Ryles Iii, Sfera Ebbasta Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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