DJ Khaled, Kevin Rudolf, Jae Millz, Mack Maine, Cory Gunz, Tyga - A Million Lights lyrics

Believe that, it's DJ Khaled
It's that We The Best, YMCMB
We The Best Forever

A million lights and a kick drum
The floor is moving slow
I've got a feeling 'bout this one
And we still young, you know, oh, oh?
I'm breathing fire in your club
It's not my fault if your heart's, grown
Cold
It's not my fault if your heart's, grown
Cold

Uhh, new Hermes duffle bags on the plane
See the sky through a little glass
20 hour flight, never jet lagged
Sipping white wine, watching the sunset
Real love this close I ain't never had
Sitting with you all day 'til the night pass
Damn, damn, ain't tryna fight that
But if we fall too fast
Will the feeling last?
Now I'm looking over my shoulder
Shoulder, uhh
Champagne, good dimes and good times
And now it's all over
But can't blame me for all that
You was bright, now your heart all black
Tryna outshine the good with the bad
You a cold muh'fucker, I ain't mad at you
Hah, I'm still shining

A million lights and a kick drum
The floor is moving slow
I've got a feeling 'bout this one
And we still young, you know, oh, oh?
I'm breathing fire in your club
It's not my fault if your heart's, grown
Cold we The Best, YMCMB baby
It's not my fault if your heart's, grown
Cold bitch I'm Ma-, bitch I'm Ma-, bitch I'm
B-b-b-bitch I'm Mack Mai-i-i-i-ine

Okay, you getting old and
Your heart turn cold
Timeline froze, mad at the world
Cause you lived your life but this
The life that we chose
Lights on the road for the nicest Rolls
I mean long ass flights
For these trifling hoes
But we don't crap out when the dice is rolled
I mean no life, low life
Say my name and hopes to get more life
Nigga live your life
Lame ass nigga, you cook it with no spice
Lil B sacrifice, show me what your ho like
Hit her with that dope dick
Now she's a dope fiend leo Lion the king
I'm looking for a dope queen
A First Lady baby, Young Money's Barack
Baggy cargos, high mismatched socks
Me, Gunz, Millz, Tyga, we give em the chills
(Millzy)
Weak riders get birth control pills
Young Money

Uhh, bright lights
Lord knows I live for these nights
You're damn right
I'ma sip champagne 'til it blur my sight
Yanks fitted cap to the front like Jeter
And my diamonds ain't fierce like
An episode of Cheaters, jesus
Loud jewelry, loud speakers
Blowing loud weed with some loud divas
Millz!

A million lights and a kick drum
The floor is moving slow
I've got a feeling 'bout this one
And we still young, you know, oh, oh?
I'm breathing fire in your club
It's not my fault if your heart's, grown
Cold
It's not my fault if your heart's, grown
Cold
Young Money, Cash Money, We The Best, Khaled

Uh, it's that summertime money time
Gonna rhyme good time, want a dime
Gimme mine
Loud smoke, quiet engine out the city line
Pretty toes hanging out the window
To the finish line
Spikes poking out my kicks like a porcupine
Young Money, Cash Money, We The Best
Fall in line
Uptown thoroughbreded from the South Bronx
Hot blocks in Miami, Khaled outcome
You made us, they hate us
Just to say the latest
Life nothing like a movie
I just day-to day this
Remember it was hard tryna pay his wages
Now he spitting hard rhymes
On the main stages
Independent, yeah I told 'em, "Major later"
We some independent niggas
Getting major paper
Shout Tune, Stunna, Slim, Mack
We play for keep shorty
How we gon' give up that
YMCMB, lights, camera, action!

A million lights and a kick drum
The floor is moving slow
I've got a feeling 'bout this one
And we still young, you know, oh, oh?
I'm breathing fire in your club
It's not my fault if your heart's, grown
Cold
It's not my fault if your heart's, grown
Cold