Millionaire Lyrics
Man,
Coz we see what’s comin (comin, comin x 3)
Niggas be like yo cash
How come you ain’t droppin tapes
How come you ain’t been droppin shit for niggas here
Well, now they got it
Ain’t that right Bangladesh
Hahaha
Wait till the next shit niggas hear
Oh man
I might have to quit the clubs, haha
See the rich, see the chains
See the diamonds and the rings
Doin it big, that’s my shit
Boy this shit’ll never change
Ahh, coz I’m a millionaire boy
Ahh coz I’m a millionaire boy
See the loots, see the coops
Of the hoes that are troops
Ballin like we salutes
In the jeans or the suits
Ahh, coz I’m a millionaire boy
Ahh, coz I’m a millionaire boy
Master lock pick
Don’t stop us from ace hardware
I’m from the swayer where suckers don’t like to play fair
I’m a millionaire, never wear the same underwear
Fuck the spare, I get a flat tyre, I leave the car there
My sick with a chain, got more colours than Froot Loops
My regular watch got more cash than veggie soup (veggie soup)
’06 Bently, electric candy blue coupe
Hit a check every 30 days, PNB freely recoup
Rest your head in this V.I.P bottle service
Make more money on accident than most y’all do on purpose
Slide through the back, I got this here thang on lock (lock)
Pull up to my house, drive way look like a car lot (car lot)
Money, sex and dough
Bustle real estate and invest in a fat burger
I ain’t went nowhere, I’m still in
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Your money newborn, mine’s a thing you shoulda seen
See the rich, see the chains,
See the diamonds and the rings
Doin it big, that’s my shit
Boy that shit’ll never change
Ahh, coz I’m a millionaire boy
Ahh, coz I’m a millionaire boy
See the loots and the coops
Of the hoes that are troops
Ballin like we salutes
In the jeans or the suits
Ahh, coz I’m a millionaire boy
Ahh, coz I’m a millionaire boy
We flew to the west, we landed in the G2
And bounced to the club, we poppin bottles what we do (that’s what we do)
Stunna shades on, we rockin Birdman boots
I’m in the bay, nigga rollin on them 22’s
Keep tha strap arm length on the hustle fool
And what happened at the source, nigga you had to
And like a G nigga I went and bought a G2
I found a Range Rover nigger and a six too
And my ice is so chunky, got my neck bright
And I got a fist so fly, keep a game tight
A full doe car niche, California beige white
It kept me in the kitchen, cooked the same thing twice
We overflowed it, overload it, nigga hard white
We sold a dosier so we blew a nigger all night
And hit the streets with them hoes, tell them get it right
You got a self made millionaire, so pay the price
