Do This Again (feat. EzeMoneyy)
I'm talking a milly (I'm talking a milly)
These Balmains are fitted (these Balmains are fitted)
I'm talking to all of the niggas who couldn't do this if I let them (you cannot do it)
The sky might be foggy (a little too foggy)
Pull up to your party (pull up to your shit)
We flexin' with Gucci and Louis and shit that you cannot imagine (cannot imagine)
I be talking to Christ
My mind is on ice
Bust down her wrist
The window is tint
I don't give a damn, if that is your mans
I came from a place where the love is too fake
They will not give, we just gonna take
Shoutout to Semi, I'm bathing in ape
She said I'm enough, I guess that was cap
Pick up the pen
Lets do this again
Millions
You know that I'm talkin' a milly
Been a few days now I swear that I'm itchy
He try to get me, that nigga keep missing
Hate on my money, he jealous and dissing
Me and Young Ozzus got shit getting risky
Direct depozzus, I'm buying some whiskey
I'm off the drugs I see candy like Willy
(Wonka)
Racks make me taller, yea
We spray him down like I'm playing Tachanka
I did some dirt I got karma
I'm fresh to death gotta sound the alarm
Cash grow on trees and I got a whole farm
I might blow up 'cause I know I'm the bomb
Building a brand now I feel like I'm Bob
I'm going dumb and that's word to my mom
Pressure makes diamonds that's why I'm so calm
I'm talking a milly (I'm talking a milly)
These Balmains are fitted (these Balmains are fitted)
I'm talking to all of the niggas who couldn't do this if I let them (you cannot do it)
The sky might be foggy (a little too foggy)
Pull up to your party (pull up to your shit)
We flexin' with Gucci and Louis and shit that you cannot imagine (cannot imagine)
I be talking to Christ
My mind is on ice
Bust down her wrist
The window is tint
I don't give a damn, if that is your mans
I came from a place where the love is too fake
They will not give, we just gonna take
Shoutout to Semi, I'm bathing in ape
She said I'm enough, I guess that was cap
Pick up the pen
Lets do this again
When I'm done with her I'm fucking her friend
You see how my life is just making them mad
This isn't deep shit I'm gonna be blunt
I started to realize I don't give a fuck
All of my niggas they flexing for fun
I'm eating this track like my fridge out of food
They talking that shit like we ain't gonna hit
Baby shut up you just killing my mood
These bitches love me 'cause I do what I do (yea yea yea yea)
Do all the things that you're saying on text (yea yea yea yea)
I'm feeling so lifted I'm touching the sky
If you don't die then no way I'm gon' ride
There is a problem you know we gon' slide
I'm glitching the game now the shit is all mine
I'm talking a milly (I'm talking a milly)
These Balmains are fitted (these Balmains are fitted)
I'm talking to all of the niggas who couldn't do this if I let them (you cannot do it)
The sky might be foggy (a little too foggy)
Pull up to your party (pull up to your shit)
We flexin' with Gucci and Louis and shit that you cannot imagine (cannot imagine)
I be talking to Christ
My mind is on ice
Bust down her wrist
The window is tint
I don't give a damn, if that is your mans
I came from a place where the love is too fake
They will not give, we just gonna take
Shoutout to Semi, I'm bathing in ape
She said I'm enough, I guess that was cap
Pick up the pen
Lets do this again
These Balmains are fitted (these Balmains are fitted)
I'm talking to all of the niggas who couldn't do this if I let them (you cannot do it)
The sky might be foggy (a little too foggy)
Pull up to your party (pull up to your shit)
We flexin' with Gucci and Louis and shit that you cannot imagine (cannot imagine)
I be talking to Christ
My mind is on ice
Bust down her wrist
The window is tint
I don't give a damn, if that is your mans
I came from a place where the love is too fake
They will not give, we just gonna take
Shoutout to Semi, I'm bathing in ape
She said I'm enough, I guess that was cap
Pick up the pen
Lets do this again
Millions
You know that I'm talkin' a milly
Been a few days now I swear that I'm itchy
He try to get me, that nigga keep missing
Hate on my money, he jealous and dissing
Me and Young Ozzus got shit getting risky
Direct depozzus, I'm buying some whiskey
I'm off the drugs I see candy like Willy
(Wonka)
Racks make me taller, yea
We spray him down like I'm playing Tachanka
I did some dirt I got karma
I'm fresh to death gotta sound the alarm
Cash grow on trees and I got a whole farm
I might blow up 'cause I know I'm the bomb
Building a brand now I feel like I'm Bob
I'm going dumb and that's word to my mom
Pressure makes diamonds that's why I'm so calm
I'm talking a milly (I'm talking a milly)
These Balmains are fitted (these Balmains are fitted)
I'm talking to all of the niggas who couldn't do this if I let them (you cannot do it)
The sky might be foggy (a little too foggy)
Pull up to your party (pull up to your shit)
We flexin' with Gucci and Louis and shit that you cannot imagine (cannot imagine)
I be talking to Christ
My mind is on ice
Bust down her wrist
The window is tint
I don't give a damn, if that is your mans
I came from a place where the love is too fake
They will not give, we just gonna take
Shoutout to Semi, I'm bathing in ape
She said I'm enough, I guess that was cap
Pick up the pen
Lets do this again
When I'm done with her I'm fucking her friend
You see how my life is just making them mad
This isn't deep shit I'm gonna be blunt
I started to realize I don't give a fuck
All of my niggas they flexing for fun
I'm eating this track like my fridge out of food
They talking that shit like we ain't gonna hit
Baby shut up you just killing my mood
These bitches love me 'cause I do what I do (yea yea yea yea)
Do all the things that you're saying on text (yea yea yea yea)
I'm feeling so lifted I'm touching the sky
If you don't die then no way I'm gon' ride
There is a problem you know we gon' slide
I'm glitching the game now the shit is all mine
I'm talking a milly (I'm talking a milly)
These Balmains are fitted (these Balmains are fitted)
I'm talking to all of the niggas who couldn't do this if I let them (you cannot do it)
The sky might be foggy (a little too foggy)
Pull up to your party (pull up to your shit)
We flexin' with Gucci and Louis and shit that you cannot imagine (cannot imagine)
I be talking to Christ
My mind is on ice
Bust down her wrist
The window is tint
I don't give a damn, if that is your mans
I came from a place where the love is too fake
They will not give, we just gonna take
Shoutout to Semi, I'm bathing in ape
She said I'm enough, I guess that was cap
Pick up the pen
Lets do this again
Credits
Writer(s): Ojiefoh Okojie
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