Текст песни Milan - Nick Diminico

Aye
You cannot step on my lawn
I think my grass from Milan
I didn′t notice the roof
Just like her top
It was gone
Just like the profit
I need dat
I need them dollars
Them green backs
Need to recline
Like my seat back
I got that flame like a heat map

Bring in the bells
I wish you well
Pray for my down fall
Know you gon' fail
Pack in the bag
And that shit stank
Trips to the Chi
Puffing on dank
Slept on the plane
Dreamt about paper
Woke up
I better be up
Ronno Ronno in my cup
Michael Jackson with a Tenderonni
When you see me
You don′t see a phony
Want to be me
How these fuckin clones be
Neptune rhythm
On the beat I'm coasting