Top Songs By Austin Millz
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Austin Millz
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Austin Millz
Songwriter
Tunji Ige
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I need like two hos, side to side
Need some newer wheels put them on the ride
Need a view somewhere with paradise
I may be new, but you know I live this life
She work it out like exercise
She work it out like exercise
We work it out like exercise
[Verse 2]
Work it out now
Work it out now
Work it out now
[Verse 3]
Flex on em, flex on em
Back in my bag and he back on the strength
Return of the flex, return of my ex
Return of the curve, I was like bitch next
Text with your girl, send her eggplant emojis
You can get the dap or the nod if you know me
We be getting money if you squad or a homie
These old **** walk man, they must be Sony
And I'm running, young bull gunning
With my **** Austin, plotting on somethin
Somewhere in Harlem, fall back darling
Swish on a chick cause your boy just ballin'
[Verse 4]
Where they at, need you to bring them all in
We be goin' up, tell me why they fallin'
Where they at, need you to bring them all in
We be goin' up, tell me why they fallin'
Where they at, need you to bring them all in
We be goin' up, tell me why they fallin'
[Verse 5]
I need like two hos, side to side
Need some newer wheels put them on the ride
Need a view somewhere with paradise
I may be new, but you know I live this life
She work it out like exercise
She work it out like exercise
We work it out like exercise
[Verse 6]
Work it out now
Work it out now
Work it out now
[Verse 7]
**** rich, they just **** rich
I'ma get this shit, pass it off to my kids
Tell em how he live, how he finna do it big
How you told the whole world
Brought it back to the bread
Now, write the transcript, hear your boy spit
Yeah, I'm the shit and this time gon' tick
Beat feel like BBC in 06
Back in the day, how I got with this shit
[Verse 8]
Keep it real, gotta keep it real
Keep it real, gotta-gotta keep it real
And I'm running, young bull gunning
With my **** Austin, plotting on somethin'
Somewhere in Harlem, fall back darling
Swish on a chick cause your boy just ballin'
[Verse 9]
Where they at, need you to bring them all in
We be goin' up, tell me why they fallin'
Where they at, need you to bring them all in
We be goin' up, tell me why they fallin'
[Verse 10]
Work it out now
Written by: Austin Miller, Olatunji Ige