[Hook]
I know that after tonight
You don't have to look up at thee stars

No, no , no, no
I know that after tonight
You don't have to look up at the stars


[Verse 1: Teff]
Uh check, if you wanna come get then come for it

I'm so clean my, my kicks nice I'm Chuck Norris
MiniM made the beat bounce had to jump on it
Run for it run run gump forrest

Forrest Gump like hollow pumps you gotta jump
No double, no double I gotta stunt
I don't chase they chase me, I gotta run

I like a a lot fun and a lot of funds
Busy boy I gotta go-but gotta go
Keep my kids but no I don't have a son

Now she on my belt buckle Louis V
X-low, and uh oh, ... D
Don't ask you know who we be

Quiet kid, but nah you ain't rude as me
MDM the M is for a million
So you better make way when we step up in the building

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[Hook]


[Verse 2: Teff]
Okay I'm chilling in the cut, I'm on some band aid %#@!

And I'm flowing off the top this ain't no hand made %#@!
I'm crafty this ain't no man made %#@!, my art official
^!$$%s swagga jacking my style, you're artificial

And you hard is gristle
Chew you up spit you out
Soft as tissue, girly come and get her $$#

Cause she bout to blow and I in't go no tissue
Like I got a missile, cause I'm coming for your $$#
And I'm bout to blow and I in't got no whistle

Cause she about to blow , hope its not an issue
You know I got to feel you
Said her glass is empty, you know I got to fill you

Never Dr.Phil you, when I'm done disappear girl
I copper field you ??? tryna cop a feel to
I'm kidding though, unless you wid it though

If not I'm finish though, usually no chilling though
Deuces no bigalow


[Hook]

[Verse 3: Teff]

Airplane seat looking down at the isle
Use to have to look up, now I'm in the clouds
Up on stage looking down at the crowd

Said I wouldn't make it? How ya like me now?
Now I make em proud its no hard feelings
Cause if it wasn't for them, I'll probably have a job

I mean a real job, that's what they call it
Tax free money to fat for my wallet
You don't have to look up at the stars

Make one wish, you looking at a star
Swag so fresh you could put it in a Jar
And the way I change gear you could put me in a car

I remember when me and [name] use to sneak in
Every concert door, now I got my feet in
Everyday is get Friday no weekend


[Hook]


[Outro]
RUDE!
MDM, aiming for a million