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Millionaire Thoughts
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What Are The Lyrics For Millionaire Thoughts By French Montana?
Aye Chinx
I remember countin my first million dollars I turn around, look at my bitch She lookin' at me, I'm lookin at her Guess what i told her? You ever suck a millionaire dick? Guess what she said Oh oh oh! Come on f*ck me baby Like you wanna Like you love me Don't judge me Tell yo friends come on over Let me bend em over I wanna f*ck you and yo friends Smokin granddaddy drinking Henn Back of the Ghost, dark tints, come and f*ck me baby Uh! Still reppin farock where the ball drop My front lawn is the car lot Street sweeper, get the floor mopped I ain't scared of nothing but the feds at my door knonckin Few commas, buried dollars, large wallet She shaped like a E class but got poor mileage Niggas slippin like the floor polished Never seen the money, they was farsighted Pull up on yo bitch and draw first blood Funny with a pair of shoes all purged up They ain't matchin with my words does Been that nigga before I knew what the first was Pants sagging, brick grabbing, mint draggin I chase paper, show nuff, last dragon These niggas ass backwards Run up in this dirty bitch with the bad package Oh oh oh! Come on f*ck me baby Like you wanna Like you love me Don't judge me Tell yo friends come on over Let me bend em over I wanna f*ck you and yo friends Smokein granddaddy drinkin henn Back of the Ghost, dark tints, come and f*ck me baby Hunnit round banana clip when i peel on em Hunnit thou, Shawty ass fat, you can land on it Chesse, Chinx Drugz, my nigga harry My Jamaican niggas kill you for a pound of Ari Rap game slow up call my connect Got that crinack, boy is all the chef Ball like JR, scope on the AR Money gon last in my pocket like an 8 ball I seen dreams turns 25 to life I might cash 25 tonight Real niggas mouth closed, ball like gauchos Black Ghost, white hoes Oh oh oh! Come on f*ck me baby Like you wanna Like you love me Don't judge me Tell yo friends come on over Let me bend em over I wanna f*ck you and yo friends Smoking granddaddy drinkin henn Back of the Ghost, dark tints, come and f*ck me baby Yea, Coke Boys Cheeze D-i She wanna f*ck me baby, suck me crazy Throw it back like Brady, blow M80's Ran through a molly, got a nigga on the waving While them other niggas tryna cuff like they stay there Bend that thing over, lil thighs kinda shakin Ass kinda cakin, short like Pinky Wrists and the pinky, jewels with the minky You know I make the money, never let the money make me Know I blow dough, tell them hoes get a hanky See them thirsty hoes? now them hoes trynna drank me Coke Boys ballin, tell drugs set the pick Ask yo bitch how it feel to suck a rich nigga dick Oh oh oh! Come on f*ck me baby Like you wanna Like you love me Don't judge me Tell yo friends come on over Let me bend em over I wanna f*ck you and yo friends Smoking grand daddy drinkin Henn Back of the Ghost, dark shades, come and f*ck me baby |
Who Wrote Millionaire Thoughts By French Montana?
Karim Kharbouch, Lionel Pickens
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