Space Man 3

All these racks I don't care
Young money millionaire
Feelings all in the air
Life's not fair

Life's a game of fame
Don't know who to place the blame
Slimes dropping in their prime
Postgame interviews part two interludes
Solving problems going berserk on Twitter
Girls bitter spitters are quitters
I'm a Babe Ruth hitter
Getting out the jitters
You been missing her
I've been kissing her
Smoking up all the reefer
I'm a connoisseur of the liquor
Makes me a couple bands richer
Can't quit so quick going for the golden mitt
Get with it can't miss it just hit it
Cold stone wrestler If I'm ranch I'm dressing
Messing around sent that dog back to the doggy pound

Young money millionaire
Life's not fair
Yeah life nots fair
Bowling for spares
It's the summer got on my beachwear
Broke my heart i need repairs
There's a whole jungle out there
And I'm winging it
Young money millionaire

Now that YEEZY and jay are billionaires
The Whole country can go laissez faire
Poetry in motion causing a commotion
Opting out for the lotions
This young blood is all knowing
Know what I got to show is good
I'm from the hood crispy like Kreme
I'm on top the team got a mad bling I'm me
Ass round as a baseball seam in a dream
Letting off steam my time to gleam
Cops at my door what a theme
Talking to these chicks Maxime
Copped a bag of supreme living a dream
Got mad self esteem I'm me
Cleaner than a sponge swipe it under the rug
Got a nice coffee mug let out shrugs
Giving out mad hugs

Young money millionaire
Life's not fair
Yeah life nots fair
Bowling for spares
It's the summer got on my beachwear
Broke my heart I need repairs
There's a whole jungle out there
And I'm winging it
Young money millionaire



Credits
Writer(s): Luke Naidow
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