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Who wants to be a Millionaire (feat. NoSkip)

Vafy

Folk

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Who wants to be a Millionaire (feat. NoSkip)
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vernon Joseph Jones Jr
Vernon Joseph Jones Jr
Songwriter
Morris Martinez
Morris Martinez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
RICHIEGOINCRAZY
RICHIEGOINCRAZY
Producer

Lyrics

They say they made me, say that shit again Rather have an enemy than another fake friend You went way over your head, welcome to the deep end Still a player, punisher, they just playin' pretend They don't get realer than this, home alone got Richie Rich Antisocial on the go, please excuse me, Roddy Ricch Born to win, it's positive Sign that deal, move profit in Ah heard him say he made me, Ah heard her say she made me How when you ain't help me, mentally? Ah said, how when y'all was all against me? This time I came back for everything that they owe me(That they owe me) This time I came back for everything that they owe me(Owe) Selfish with the money, but my bank is never lonely Twenty-four pack per goal shot, Kobe Everything new, bitch, but I'm still the old me Ah'm Vafy, baby, but Ah'm still the old me Everything new, but I'm still the old me Ah been in my shell, producing hits like Ah'm Turtle uh Gotta catch em all, yeah, Ah hopped out with that Squirtle uh Bought that bitch some hair, she act like she jump hurdles uh Took her to the beach, hell nah, not no Myrtle uh Baby, what's my name? Gone and solve it just like wordle uh Who he think he talkin' to? Now nobody heard him uh How Ah'm in this darkness, still on that phone with sunlight Slidin' out that creepy crawler, it's lookin' like it's midnight She steady tryna milk me, you know, tryna get her bones right Every time Ah'm in the kitchen, you in the kitchen tryna cook right Put some water on that shit, make sure you know it's loctite Frog in that arm, if it jump back, you know you did it right They wanna be a millionaire, but already used them lifelines That 50-50 chance gone, too, and that crowd real quiet Said he in the jam, Ah ain't know he meant the choir Gotta get rid of that whistleblower, take Omar off that wire Only he ever had the newest, Ah can't roll on used tires Broke-ass pocket watchers, drive theirs to the wires Child support kick my ass, no, Ah won't retire These fools quit on they passions, man, Ah guess they all tired Ah should change they pronouns to bitch-ass bitches Tell 'em Ah ain't ever givin' up, bitch, even after riches uh New, new, want me, wanna hang with me like new sis Seem like she made in China, all Ah know, she look important Goldilocks, always tryna steal a nigga porridge Just might pop up like Louisiana and put that on some corpses Ah always been a real soldier, they can't fit in my corpse, yeah Successful missions, hit the crib, in and out just like abortions Vafy Upping stats for the cash, Ah'm on your ass, fuck extortions Up in stats for the cash, Ah'm on your ass, fuck extortions
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