Millionaire
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
I love the way you smile
The way the wind blows through your hair
Everybody's gonna stop and stare
You got me feeling like a millionaire
Oh wee, the way you put that dress on
Heels high, don't get yourself arrested
Everybody's gonna stop and stare
You got me feeling like a millionaire
Excuse me
How you pretty like that?
Missed call me, I call you right back (Call you back)
Cos I ain't taking chances baby
Ain't seen a gyal around here pretty like you (Pretty you like you)
Heads turn when you walk
You can feel their eyes watching you
Girl it ain't your fault
I'm just glad I'm the one rocking with you (Baby)
I love the way you smile
The way the wind blows through your hair
Everybody's gonna stop and stare
You got me feeling like a millionaire
Oh wee, the way you put that dress on
Heels high, don't get yourself arrested
Everybody's gonna stop and stare
You got me feeling like a millionaire
My apologies
I ran up on you, that was silly
Please forgive me, only had one percent left up on my cellie
Need your digits, (not seen someone like you) in a hot minute
Can we go somewhere that's quiet
You're about to cause a riot, up in here, here here
You put your number in my phone
(They didn't like that)
You're on fire head down to your toes
(They didn't like that)
You walk past smelling ultra dope
(They didn't like that)
Their screwfaced, you smile back, a girl like you is so righteous
Heads turn when you walk
You can feel their eyes watching you
Girl it ain't your fault
I'm just glad I'm the one rocking with you (Baby)
I love the way you smile
The way the wind blows through your hair
Everybody's gonna stop and stare
You got me feeling like a millionaire
Oh wee, the way you put that dress on
Heels high, don't get yourself arrested
Everybody's gonna stop and stare
You got me feeling like a millionaire
I love the way you smile
The way the wind blows through your hair
Everybody's gonna stop and stare
You got me feeling like a millionaire
Oh wee, the way you put that dress on
Heels high, don't get yourself arrested
Everybody's gonna stop and stare
You got me feeling like a millionaire
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
I love the way you smile
The way the wind blows through your hair
Everybody's gonna stop and stare
You got me feeling like a millionaire
Oh wee, the way you put that dress on
Heels high, don't get yourself arrested
Everybody's gonna stop and stare
You got me feeling like a millionaire
Excuse me
How you pretty like that?
Missed call me, I call you right back (Call you back)
Cos I ain't taking chances baby
Ain't seen a gyal around here pretty like you (Pretty you like you)
Heads turn when you walk
You can feel their eyes watching you
Girl it ain't your fault
I'm just glad I'm the one rocking with you (Baby)
I love the way you smile
The way the wind blows through your hair
Everybody's gonna stop and stare
You got me feeling like a millionaire
Oh wee, the way you put that dress on
Heels high, don't get yourself arrested
Everybody's gonna stop and stare
You got me feeling like a millionaire
My apologies
I ran up on you, that was silly
Please forgive me, only had one percent left up on my cellie
Need your digits, (not seen someone like you) in a hot minute
Can we go somewhere that's quiet
You're about to cause a riot, up in here, here here
You put your number in my phone
(They didn't like that)
You're on fire head down to your toes
(They didn't like that)
You walk past smelling ultra dope
(They didn't like that)
Their screwfaced, you smile back, a girl like you is so righteous
Heads turn when you walk
You can feel their eyes watching you
Girl it ain't your fault
I'm just glad I'm the one rocking with you (Baby)
I love the way you smile
The way the wind blows through your hair
Everybody's gonna stop and stare
You got me feeling like a millionaire
Oh wee, the way you put that dress on
Heels high, don't get yourself arrested
Everybody's gonna stop and stare
You got me feeling like a millionaire
I love the way you smile
The way the wind blows through your hair
Everybody's gonna stop and stare
You got me feeling like a millionaire
Oh wee, the way you put that dress on
Heels high, don't get yourself arrested
Everybody's gonna stop and stare
You got me feeling like a millionaire
Credits
Writer(s): Miguel Mansfield
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