[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

Like

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Teff]

Okay I'm chilling in the cut, I'm on some band aid shit

And I'm flowing off the top this ain't no hand made shit

I'm crafty this ain't no man made shit, my art official

Niggas 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 ass

Cause she bout to blow and I in't go no tissue

Like I got a missile, cause I'm coming for your ass

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