Lyrics to Millionaire Row
Got to have money, money (M-M-M—)
And more motherfuckin' money
More motherfuckin' money
More motherfuckin' money
More motherfuckin' money (M-M-M—)
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 swipes? Get that—
More motherfuckin' money (Swipe, haan, motherfucker)
Let me see you swipe (Luc Belaire)
Let me see it, swipe (Haan)
Let me see it, swipe (Haan, swipe, swipe, swipe)
More motherfuckin' money (Get fuckin' money, swipe)
Yeah, nigga, don't 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
If I nut on your stomach, that's five mill' in your womb (Baow-baow-baow)
Brown bag, fifties, hundreds
Fuck a 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 motherfuckin' money (Swipe, haan)
Let me see it
Let me see it, swipe (Haan)
Let me see it, swipe (Haan)
More motherfuckin' money
I fucked a bitch, then 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, networth'll triple, nigga, but that's if you let it
Take the yacht out to France, .40 Glock in my pants
Sixty-million a tour (Ha) without an advance
I'm Barrett-Jackson the cars, 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 a 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 motherfuckin' money (Swipe, haan)
Let me see it
Let me see it, swipe (Haan)
Let me see it, swipe (Haan)
More motherfuckin' money
More motherfuckin' money
More motherfuckin' money
And more motherfuckin' money
More motherfuckin' money
More motherfuckin' money
More motherfuckin' money (M-M-M—)
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 swipes? Get that—
More motherfuckin' money (Swipe, haan, motherfucker)
Let me see you swipe (Luc Belaire)
Let me see it, swipe (Haan)
Let me see it, swipe (Haan, swipe, swipe, swipe)
More motherfuckin' money (Get fuckin' money, swipe)
Yeah, nigga, don't 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
If I nut on your stomach, that's five mill' in your womb (Baow-baow-baow)
Brown bag, fifties, hundreds
Fuck a 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 motherfuckin' money (Swipe, haan)
Let me see it
Let me see it, swipe (Haan)
Let me see it, swipe (Haan)
More motherfuckin' money
I fucked a bitch, then 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, networth'll triple, nigga, but that's if you let it
Take the yacht out to France, .40 Glock in my pants
Sixty-million a tour (Ha) without an advance
I'm Barrett-Jackson the cars, 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 a 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 motherfuckin' money (Swipe, haan)
Let me see it
Let me see it, swipe (Haan)
Let me see it, swipe (Haan)
More motherfuckin' money
More motherfuckin' money
More motherfuckin' money
