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