New Millyonaires - Bezos

Jeff Bezos
Internet Money
Smokin' on a wood
And it got me feelin' funny

Jeff Bezos
Internet Money
Smokin' on a wood
And it got me feelin' funny

Word to lil uzi
I want dolphins in my crib
Way I'm spittin' need a bib
Way I'm spittin' think it's French
Cop a Rollie w baguettes
Ice my wrist and all the rest
I was last but now up next
I was broke but now I flex
Face my dreams up in the flesh
On the mic
And money stretch
Pack the purple with the stench
Dodge a fed just a wrench

Jeff bezos
Internet money
Smoke another wood
And it got me feelin' funny
Jeff bezos
Internet money
Smoke another wood
And it got me feelin' funny

Lookin' towards the future
In the present feeling blessed
As I journey to the best
Kill a track there's nothing left
Off the ye mind going west
Another night up the depths
Steppin' right then Steppin' left
Yea I'm movin' like a don
You ain't on what I been on
Diamonds lit up like it's Tron
Had this dream since I was born
New Millyonaires in St. Laurent

They say that ignorance is bliss
Somber days and a melancholy haze
The sky turns gray
as the people board their ship
Te fleet of stars so truly missed
Super Novae
A spiritual mist
The true key holder
Passes it's ownership
New Millyonaires
New Millyonaires
Floating to the mother ship
In God mode
In no clip
Life is just a joke skit
My vibes are too high
I only come down for the hell of it
The hell of it
Hell of it

Written by:
Noah Martello

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