Rick Ross & French Montana – Millionaire Row Lyrics

Rick Ross & French Montana – Millionaire Row Lyrics
Millionaire Row
Rick Ross & French Montana
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    "Millionaire Row." - Rick Ross & French Montana

    Album: Too Good To Be True
    Track No: 15

    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 bottles? 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 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 mill' in your womb (baow-baow-baow)
    Brown bag, 50s, 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, 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 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

    Writer(s): DJ ROCCO & DJ EVER B, French Montana, Rick Ross, Sam Sneak, StoopidOnDaBeat.

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