Million Dollar Smoothies (From “American Song Contest”)

Wake up in the morning
Feelin' so important
Another foofy latte
Drink it on my yacht-ay

Tell me girl what you want, what you want
The whole damn world or a spot on the sun
No I can't give you love, give you love
But a pretty little Porsche is enough

Na, na-na, na-na, na-na
Livin' bad and boujee, million dollar smoothies
Na, na-na, na-na, na-na
When my money blows up, hope it fill the hole up
Drink-drink-drink it up, drink it up
Drink-drink-drink it up, drink it up
Na, na-na, na-na, na-na
When my money blows up, hope it fill the hole up

Take it up another level
Buy some precious metals
You know I'm gonna make my skin glow
Thanks to Gwyneth Paltrow

Tell me girl what you want, what you want
The whole damn world or a spot on the sun
No I can't give you love, give you love
But a pretty little Porsche is enough

Na, na-na, na-na, na-na
Livin' bad and boujee, million dollar smoothies
Na, na-na, na-na, na-na
When my money blows up, hope it fill the hole up
Drink-drink-drink it up, drink it up
Drink-drink-drink it up, drink it up
Na, na-na, na-na, na-na
When my money blows up, hope it fill the hole up

Tell me girl what you want, what you want (What you want, what you want)
The whole damn world or a spot on the sun (Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)

Tell me girl what you want, what you want
The whole damn world or a spot on the sun
No I can't give you love, give you love
But a pretty little Porsche is enough

Na, na-na, na-na, na-na
Livin' bad and boujee, million dollar smoothies
Na, na-na, na-na, na-na
When my money blows up, hope it fill the hole up
Drink-drink-drink it up, drink it up
Drink-drink-drink it up, drink it up
Na, na-na, na-na, na-na
When my money blows up, hope it fill the hole up



Credits
Writer(s): Micah Ross Gordon, Eli Reuben Hirsch
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