[Hook: Kevin Rudolf] A million lights and a kick drum, the floor is moving slow Ive got a feeling bout this one, and we still young, you know Im breathin fire in your club Its not my fault if your hearts grown cold Its not my fault if your hearts grown cold
[Verse 1: Tyga] New Hermes duffle bags On the plane, see the sky through a little glass 20 hour flight, never jet-lagged Sipping white wine, watching the sunset Real love this close? I aint never had Sitting with you all day til the night pass Damn, I aint trying to fight that But if we fall too fast, will the feeling last? Now Im lookin over my shoulder, shoulder Champagne, good dimes and good times, and now its all over But cant blame me for all that You was bright, now your heart all black Try to outshine the good with the bad You a cold motherfucker, I aint mad at you Still shinin
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[Verse 2: MackMaine] You gettin old and your heart turn cold Time-line froze, mad at the world cause you lived your life, but this the life that we chose Lights on the road for the nicest road, I mean long-ass flights for these (?) hoes But we dont crap out when the dice is rolled, I mean no life, low life Say my name and hopes to get more life, nigga live yo life (?) ass nigga, you cook it with no spice Lil B sacrifice, show me what your ho like Hit her with that dope dick, now shes a dope fiend (?) and king, Im lookin for a dope queen Uh, first thing baby: Im ready to rock Baby car goes high, man smash (?) Me does, Millz, Tyga, we give em the chills (Millz-y) Keep riders, get birth control pills
[Jae Millz] Uh, young money, bright lights Lord knows I live for these nights Youre damn right, Imma sip champagne till it burn my side (?) to the front, like Jeter My diamonds aint fierce like an episode of cheetahs, jesus Mouth jewelry, loud speakers Blowin loud weed with some loud divas
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[Verse 3: Cory Gunz] Uh, its that summertime, money time Gonna rhyme good time, when Im done giving mine Brown smoke, white engine out the silly lines Pretty toes hangin out the window to the finish line Spikes pokin out my kicks like a porcupine Young Money, Cash Money, We The Best, fall in line Uptown dog, straight up from the south Bronx How (?) in Miami, Khaled outcome You made us, they hate us, just to say the latest Life nothin like a movie, I just date a (?) Remember it was hard trying to page wagers Nice spittin hard rhymes on the main stages Independent, yeah I told em major later We some independent niggas gettin major paper Shout to em, Stunna, Slim, Mack We play for keep, so how we gon give up that? YMCMB, lights, camera, action!
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Copy to Clipboard: [Hook: Kevin Rudolf] A million lights and a kick drum, the floor is moving slow Ive got a feeling bout this one, and we still young, you know Im breathin fire in your club Its not my fault if your hearts grown cold Its not my fault if your hearts grown cold
[Verse 1: Tyga] New Hermes duffle bags On the plane, see the sky through a little glass 20 hour flight, never jet-lagged Sipping white wine, watching the sunset Real love this close? I aint never had Sitting with you all day til the night pass Damn, I aint trying to fight that But if we fall too fast, will the feeling last? Now Im lookin over my shoulder, shoulder Champagne, good dimes and good times, and now its all over But cant blame me for all that You was bright, now your heart all black Try to outshine the good with the bad You a cold motherfucker, I aint mad at you Still shinin
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[Verse 2: MackMaine] You gettin old and your heart turn cold Time-line froze, mad at the world cause you lived your life, but this the life that we chose Lights on the road for the nicest road, I mean long-ass flights for these (?) hoes But we dont crap out when the dice is rolled, I mean no life, low life Say my name and hopes to get more life, nigga live yo life (?) ass nigga, you cook it with no spice Lil B sacrifice, show me what your ho like Hit her with that dope dick, now shes a dope fiend (?) and king, Im lookin for a dope queen Uh, first thing baby: Im ready to rock Baby car goes high, man smash (?) Me does, Millz, Tyga, we give em the chills (Millz-y) Keep riders, get birth control pills
[Jae Millz] Uh, young money, bright lights Lord knows I live for these nights Youre damn right, Imma sip champagne till it burn my side (?) to the front, like Jeter My diamonds aint fierce like an episode of cheetahs, jesus Mouth jewelry, loud speakers Blowin loud weed with some loud divas
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[Verse 3: Cory Gunz] Uh, its that summertime, money time Gonna rhyme good time, when Im done giving mine Brown smoke, white engine out the silly lines Pretty toes hangin out the window to the finish line Spikes pokin out my kicks like a porcupine Young Money, Cash Money, We The Best, fall in line Uptown dog, straight up from the south Bronx How (?) in Miami, Khaled outcome You made us, they hate us, just to say the latest Life nothin like a movie, I just date a (?) Remember it was hard trying to page wagers Nice spittin hard rhymes on the main stages Independent, yeah I told em major later We some independent niggas gettin major paper Shout to em, Stunna, Slim, Mack We play for keep, so how we gon give up that? YMCMB, lights, camera, action!
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