Lyrics

I got to make a milli I got some head in my head That I really need to get I got me on her belly All these grails and these pieces And Celine for the missus I am the new Machiavelli AP on the wrist Jean Paul in the mist Dior never miss And Maze never miss Gotta get that milli Eenie-meenie-miney-mo I fuck you ho I'm good Let's get it now Dive in the dough Imma find a way set my mind on the goal get Money like its part of the growth Just to survive in the Zone Hold up Wait Hold up, hold up, hold up Every day it's getting hotter Everybody on the come up Out here trying to make a dollar Out of fear following the man Steady inching closer to the big collapse With some bitcoins and the OnlyFans Kony 2012 on the Fibonacci Hear the bubble pop But I keep on walking I don't give a fuck Let em keep on talking Everytime I create Next I try to top it Every other motherfucker just a copy Keep on raising up the heartbeat Wonder what the fuck did god mean? Brought me here just to compete Spacemonkey on the concrete Keep my eyes on the prize Order two number nines Diet soda is a lie Still fly, still alive I got to make a milli I got some head in my head That I really need to get I got me on her belly All these grails and these pieces And Celine for the missus I am the new Machiavelli AP on the wrist Jean Paul in the mist Dior never miss And Maze never miss Gotta get that milli Eenie-meenie-miney-mo I fuck you ho I'm good Let's get it now
Writer(s): Oskar Neemre Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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