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Young Thug & Gunna - Mil In Vegas/Real Life Goals (SLOWED + REVERB)

Lyrics:
[Intro: Future]
(Wheezy outta here)

[Chorus: Gunna]
Oh, baby got pretty white toes
Oh, came a long way from Flat Shoals
Stars in the Rolls, Lambo got suicide doors
Icing my bros (Bros), livin' out the life that we chose
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Lifestyle, real life goals
I'm tryna sell out the Dome
Paid a loan off a new home
Cheetah cat pet named Chrome
Collar around the neck handmade by Chrome
'Scotti got me higher than a drone
Bought another Maybach, two-tone (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Gunna & Young Thug]
You had a chance, didn't go as planned
Shouldn't have fucked up, traded bands
Like you just a yes-man, who only shake hands
Now we havin’ fans (Fans), we have them here to Japan
Designer my pants (Pants), sorted out of South of France
Rich n**ga, do my dance (Dance), smokin’ exotic strands
Six hundred, blue and tan
Two hundred grand, in a McLaren, we are not playin'
Bought me some land, fuck what you sayin'
Protect the brand, get you some stance
Show me you loyal, you might get a Rover
You here 'til it's over, you might get a Lamb'
Good luck, I was saved by the bell
Just ain't work, farewell with this year
[?] work through the [?]
Money made me and Wheezy outta here
Comme des Garçons, Gotit Top Chef
Roll it up, like to put it in the air
See the dick in her ear
Make her come, I'll pull on her hair
Top off the Maybach ridin' down in Rodeo
Top off the Maybach ridin' down in Rodeo
Baby, tell me that you listenin' to my say so
Tie my tie, sprinkle her face with the mayo
We don't do hand me down, no, we got plenty clothes
I've been rockin' rose gold diamonds on the low
You keep bitches by the low, but you ain't pimpin' though
All my cash come by the four, I'm talkin' hundreds, ho (SEX)

[Chorus: Gunna]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Lifestyle, real life goals
I'm tryna sell out the Dome
Paid a loan off a new home
Cheetah cat pet named Chrome
Collar around the neck handmade by Chrome
'Scotti got me higher than a drone
Bought another Maybach, two-tone (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Gunna]
N**gas actin' like bitches, had to pull up with a hit stick
He a ho havin' misfits, and his lil' ho pussy fishy
I wake up, go get it
Four hundred mil' down on my wishlist (Four hundred)
Straight to work like an assistant
Straight to the top and I don't care the distance
It make no sense, I can just call a hit
Don't gotta ball my fists (Nope), I thought I lost her friends
N**gas just burned they bridge, I would've took care your kids
But you never took that risk, load up the stick
Hotbox slid, seen us a brick
Slept on a pallet, we came out the trench
You can have talent and still ride the bench
How you got status, but look like you average?
It’s hard to save money, you barely got balance
You say I act funny, you just not a challenge
My name gon’ do numbers, just ask him it's valid
Ask him it's valid, runnin' all blue and I feel like a maverick
I'm paid with no balance

[Chorus: Gunna & Young Thug]
Oh, baby got pretty white toes
Oh, came a long way from Flat Shoals
Stars in the Rolls, Lambo got suicide doors
Icing my bros (Bros), livin' out the life that we chose (Yeah, SEX)

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Talkin' hundreds, baby girl look so scrumptious (So scrumptious)
Uh, n**gas hatin' on me but I'm shittin' on these n**gas, no plunger
Fuck where you from, just ran your money to the sun, just
Take care of your mama, yeah, boss up most of your man, yeah
Boss up your man (Boss up, boss up)
Give him some bands (Give me the racks)
Give her some bands (Uh, yeah)
Watch 'em expand (Watch her go crazy)
You a fuck n**ga, yeah, yeah, yeah (Why?)
'Cause you put on a strand (Put on a thot)
I might call her baby (What?)
But she'll never be ma'am (No)
Yellow-blue diamonds, ram
But I ain't payin' Uncle Sam (Fuck)
I ran off on my man (Yee-yee)
I won't pay Uncle Sam (Ha)
I just took her to lunch (I just took her to lunch)
Bitch ordered some clams (Ha, yeah)
I've been smokin' on Runtz (Uh, Runtz)
Might serve you grams (Serve, Wheezy outta here)

[Bridge: Young Thug]
Me and my nephews just lost damn near a mil out in Vegas (Woo)
Woke up, said a prayer to God like, "Thank you I'm not basic" (Thanks)
N**ga ran up talking 'bout he ready to kill but he fakin' (Yeah)
Told Ralo it's nasty, crack the seal then just take it (Flip)
Tired of playin' with n**gas, should've murked 'em when they was babies
I just have four hoes on the mop goin' crazy
Me and my nephews just lost damn near a million in Vegas
Soon as I pull my pants down, lil' mama gonna taste it (Taste it)

[Chorus: Gunna]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Lifestyle, real life goals
I'm tryna sell out the Dome
Paid a loan off a new home
Cheetah cat pet named Chrome
Collar around the neck handmade by Chrome
'Scotti got me higher than a drone
Bought another Maybach, two-tone (Yeah)