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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Flo Milli
Flo Milli
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tamia Carter
Tamia Carter
Songwriter
Bradley Powell
Bradley Powell
Songwriter
Brett Clarey
Brett Clarey
Songwriter
Malik Hargis
Malik Hargis
Songwriter
Earl Patrick Taylor
Earl Patrick Taylor
Songwriter
Eshan Patel
Eshan Patel
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brad
Brad
Producer
brettonthebeat
brettonthebeat
Producer
Slade
Slade
Producer
Ashley Jacobson
Ashley Jacobson
Engineer
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Jeremy Dilli
Jeremy Dilli
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hop in the car and I race
I see the stars in the Wraith
Talking my **** in your face (Face)
I might just spit in your face
[Verse 2]
Blood on my **** 'cause it bled (Bled)
On the runway it be red (Red)
You can't me out of your head (Head)
**** keep my name out of your thread
[Verse 3]
Kick it with ****, I don't kick if you broke
The reason I'm different, I do what you don't
You do what you can and I do what I want
The second that I get turnt up then it's on
[Verse 4]
Money my move, make a million a month
It's easy like Evel Knievel to stunt
In order to get it, ****, you gotta hunt
I'm done with the gossip, believe what you want
[Verse 5]
Everybody follow me
Real **** follow me
**** follow me
Mad 'cause I gotta be
One of the **** gettin' money in this economy
You sick about it
Do something about it, happy Halloween
[Verse 6]
Boo, scary ass ****
Lookin' like Cinderella lost her shoe
That lil' budget won't make me move
I'm too rich to lose my cool
It's that, mm
[Verse 7]
Ice (Ice) baby (Baby)
Ice (Ice) baby (Baby)
I know you sick of the sit (Sit)
I spent a mil on the kit (Kit)
Water drippin' on the ****
Look at the brick on my wrist (Yeah)
[Verse 8]
Ice (Ice) baby (Baby)
Ice (Ice) baby (Baby)
I know you sick of the sit (Sit)
I spent a mil on the kit (Kit)
Water drippin' on the ****
Look at the brick on my wrist (Yeah)
[Verse 9]
I got 'em mad now
I can feel the tension and bad vibes
Aimin' for these **** like a head shot
Never lettin' up, I ain't playin' now
[Verse 10]
Ice baby that **** drippin' on me
I can **** the ****, treat him like a homie
Only speak on my name if you really want it
I'm the golden ticket, this ain't Willy Wonka
You **** ain't stopping **** with me
Now all the broke **** wanna beef
Money talk, I'm speakin' guapenese
I don't **** with rats, I'm gettin' to the cheese
Ain't no comin' back if I say I'ma leave
Don't know how to act, got him all on his knees
[Verse 11]
Got a fake page, I see you stalkin' me
Super soak, I got him fallin' deep
**** a opp, **** you not in my league
Duckin' cops, I ain't checkin' the speed
Gucci socks, we got matchin' AP's
Boss ****, I'm who they wanna be
[Verse 12]
Boo, scary ass ****
Lookin' like Cinderella lost her shoe
That lil' budget won't make me move
I'm too rich to lose my cool
It's that, mm
[Verse 13]
Ice (Ice) baby (Baby)
Ice (Ice) baby (Baby)
I know you sick of the sit (Sit)
I spent a mil on the kit (Kit)
Water drippin' on the ****
Look at the brick on my wrist (Yeah)
[Verse 14]
Ice (Ice) baby (Baby)
Ice (Ice) baby (Baby)
I know you sick of the sit (Sit)
I spent a mil on the kit (Kit)
Water drippin' on the ****
Look at the brick on my wrist (Ay)
[Verse 15]
You **** ain't stoppin' **** with me
Why all the broke **** wanna beef?
Written by: Bradley Powell, Brett Clarey, Earl Patrick Taylor, Eshan Patel, Malik Hargis, Sydne George, Tamia Carter, Unknown Writer
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