Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Millionaire Misfits, artist - Iggy Azalea. Album song TrapGold, Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 15.08.2017
Record label: Black Diamond Media
Song language: English
Millionaire Misfits |
| Yeah we finally on, tell the world we on |
| Yeah we finally on, tell the world we on |
| Tell the world we on, tell the world we on |
| That’s that’s that I live for |
| Who we sent get real |
| Tell the world we on |
| Life like blissing, eh TIP done made an investment |
| It’s hustle game till I’m resting |
| Plus rounding round and I’m flexin |
| Hundred racks for a show, run it |
| Broke, I blow hundreds |
| See you talking 'bout not money |
| What you talking 'bout? |
| Nothing Nothing |
| GDOD, get doe or die we do |
| Powder blue Guiseppes and and Maserati coupes |
| To all my bitches that’s pretty and got a body too |
| Tell ‘em throw that dough in the air |
| And go catch |
| I said we kitsch bitch million dollar misfits |
| Million dollar misfits, million dollar misfits |
| We kitsch bitch, million dollar misfits |
| Million dollar misfits, million dollar misfits |
| Finally on (That's just’s what I live for) |
| The world we on |
| Yeah we finally on (That's just’s that I live for) |
| (That's that’s that I live for) |
| The world we on (That's just’s that I live for |
| Who we sent get real) |
| I said, I said, I said I hop in the coupe |
| Then I throw up the deuce |
| I take my city every where I go |
| In that A hat salute |
| You see is hustle gang bang bang bang |
| We too hard to can bang |
| Ain’t no candidates ridin' over beat, that murder business campaign |
| See I roll up the ciggy, burning donuts with Iggy |
| Anywhere we land on the globe, we the hottest in in yo city |
| Your woman know when we coming she gon' pop up any minute |
| She poppin nails, poppin pillies |
| Might cop a Porsche, pop a wheelie |
| Okay shining all I know, and balling all I do |
| Get the millions when the spring and summer fall I do |
| Falling through, you saw my crew |
| We red carpet ready, you say you are as who |
| Dead fresh like we woke up on the runway |
| Damn, body bangin like gun play |
| Red bottoms no high tops no sick rocks |
| No Hyundai I’m dumb paid |
| Couldn’t get 3 stacks outta Andre |
| They ask me what I want, I ask ‘em what you got |
| Everything private plane multi million dollar yacht |
| Got that on my hand, mansion |
| On my way to Cabo, riding suicidal |
| Get money by the |
| Tell the world we on |