Millionaire Row
Got to have money, money
And more motherfucking money
More motherfucking money
More motherfucking money
More motherfucking money
It's all about the money right now
If you're broke, get the fuck out
Huh, swipe, get that credit card
You need some bottles?
Get that-
More motherfucking money (swipe, motherfucker)
Let me see you swipe (Luc Belaire)
Let me see it, swipe (haan)
Let me see it, swipe (haan, swipe, swipe, swipe)
More motherfucking money (get fuckin' money, swipe)
Yeah, nigga, don't get quiet now (credit card swipe)
It's time to spend some money, nigga (swipe, hey, hey)
Count it 'til my finger numb, fuck a money counter (shawty, count it, ayy, what's ya-)
I been poppin' them Teslas 'fore I knew Elon Musk
Pussy wet, I might slip, niggas funny like Tip (haan)
I get that pussy for free, but my homeboys, they pay
Then act like they in love 'cause they need somewhere to stay (ah)
I might pop me a shroom, pulled her head out on Zoom
And if I nut on your stomach, that's five mil' in your womb (baow-baow-baow)
Brown bag, fifties, hundreds
Fuck tab, we don't chop it, cop the slab
Don't leave a comment, drop a bag (don't leave a comment, drop a bag)
Shawty ass from DR, but her wax is Brazilian
Shawty one in a million, not one of a million
Haan (bounce, bounce)
Little mama's a beast
I took E off emotions, I been hot ever since (Montana, sheesh)
More motherfucking money (swipe, haan)
Let me see it
Let me see it, swipe (haan)
Let me see it, swipe (haan)
More motherfucking money
I fucked a bitch, yeah, she pissed
Rapper niggas gon' diss
Pay the homies to kill you, I call it minimum risk
I got personal credit, get you murdered for debit
Yes, net worth'll triple, nigga, but that's if you let it
Take the yacht out to France, .40 Glock in my pants
60 million a tour (ha) without an advance
I'm Barrett-Jackson the car, all you bastards at odds
Star Island for life, that's if you've mastered the art
It's time to fuck a few bitches
Fuck 'em malicious
She love to get nasty, it's like the fuckin' Olympics
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball
Close to a billion, niggas movin' chameleon
Conversation the money, the only thing that's appealin'
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball (more motherfucking money)
More motherfucking money (swipe, haan)
Let me see it
Let me see it, swipe (haan)
Let me see it, swipe (haan)
More motherfucking money
(More motherfucking money)
(Money, money, money)
(More motherfucking money)
And more motherfucking money
More motherfucking money
More motherfucking money
More motherfucking money
It's all about the money right now
If you're broke, get the fuck out
Huh, swipe, get that credit card
You need some bottles?
Get that-
More motherfucking money (swipe, motherfucker)
Let me see you swipe (Luc Belaire)
Let me see it, swipe (haan)
Let me see it, swipe (haan, swipe, swipe, swipe)
More motherfucking money (get fuckin' money, swipe)
Yeah, nigga, don't get quiet now (credit card swipe)
It's time to spend some money, nigga (swipe, hey, hey)
Count it 'til my finger numb, fuck a money counter (shawty, count it, ayy, what's ya-)
I been poppin' them Teslas 'fore I knew Elon Musk
Pussy wet, I might slip, niggas funny like Tip (haan)
I get that pussy for free, but my homeboys, they pay
Then act like they in love 'cause they need somewhere to stay (ah)
I might pop me a shroom, pulled her head out on Zoom
And if I nut on your stomach, that's five mil' in your womb (baow-baow-baow)
Brown bag, fifties, hundreds
Fuck tab, we don't chop it, cop the slab
Don't leave a comment, drop a bag (don't leave a comment, drop a bag)
Shawty ass from DR, but her wax is Brazilian
Shawty one in a million, not one of a million
Haan (bounce, bounce)
Little mama's a beast
I took E off emotions, I been hot ever since (Montana, sheesh)
More motherfucking money (swipe, haan)
Let me see it
Let me see it, swipe (haan)
Let me see it, swipe (haan)
More motherfucking money
I fucked a bitch, yeah, she pissed
Rapper niggas gon' diss
Pay the homies to kill you, I call it minimum risk
I got personal credit, get you murdered for debit
Yes, net worth'll triple, nigga, but that's if you let it
Take the yacht out to France, .40 Glock in my pants
60 million a tour (ha) without an advance
I'm Barrett-Jackson the car, all you bastards at odds
Star Island for life, that's if you've mastered the art
It's time to fuck a few bitches
Fuck 'em malicious
She love to get nasty, it's like the fuckin' Olympics
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball
Close to a billion, niggas movin' chameleon
Conversation the money, the only thing that's appealin'
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball (more motherfucking money)
More motherfucking money (swipe, haan)
Let me see it
Let me see it, swipe (haan)
Let me see it, swipe (haan)
More motherfucking money
(More motherfucking money)
(Money, money, money)
(More motherfucking money)
Credits
Writer(s): Karim Kharbouch, William Leonard Roberts, Juan F. Peters, Samuel Jean, Sample, Antonio Raul Jimenez, Kyrylo Budnyk, Bohdan Budnyk
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