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French Montana lyrics : "Millionaire Thoughts"

Ft. Chinx Drugz & Cheeze

(Intro)

Aye Chinx
Ah lemme count my first million dollars
I turn around, look at my (*##$

She lookin at me, I'm lookin at her
D block'd over
Did you ever suck a millionaire dick?

Now look in his eyes
(Hook)
Oh oh oh!

Come on $#&@ 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 $#&@ you and yo friends
Smoke this grand, daddy bring it here
Back of the Ghost, dark shades, come and $#&@ me baby

(Verse)
Uh! Still reppin for rock where the ball drop
My front lawn is the car lot

Street sweeper, get the floor mopped
I ain't spreading nothing but the feds at my doorknob
Few commas, buried dollars, large wallet

She shaped like a E classe but go poor mileage
^!$$%s slippin like the floor polished
Never seen the money, they was farsighted

Pull up on yo (*##$ and draw first blood
Funny with a pair of shoes all purged up
They ain't matchin with my words us

Been that ^!$$% before I knew what the first was
Pants sagging, brick grabbing, mint draggin
I chase paper, show love, last dragon

These ^!$$%s $$# package
Run up in this dirty (*##$ with the bands hangin
(Hook)

Oh oh oh!
Come on $#&@ 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 $#&@ you and yo friends
Smoke this grand, daddy bring it here

Back of the Ghost, dark shades, come and $#&@ me baby
(Verse)
Hunnit round banana clip on that pelana

Hunnit thou, Shawty $$# fat, you can land on it
Chinx, Chinx Drugz, my ^!$$% have it
My Jamaican ^!$$%s kill you for a pound of !@(%e

Rap game, slow pro, my connect
Got that grid at, 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 ^!$$%s mouth closed, ball like gauchos
Black Ghost, white hoes
(Hook)

Oh oh oh!
Come on $#&@ 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 $#&@ you and yo friends
Smoke this grand, daddy bring it here

Back of the Ghost, dark shades, come and $#&@ me baby
Yea, !@&@e Boys
Cheeze there

(Verse)
She wanna $#&@ me baby, suck me crazy
Throw it back like Brady, blow M80′s
Ran through a molly, got a ^!$$% on the waving
While them other ^!$$%s tryna cuff like they stay there

Bend that thing over, it'll pass kinda shakin
Ass kinda cakin, short like Pinckett
Wrists in the pinkin, jewels with the mink and
You know I make the money, never let the money make me
Know I blow dough, so them hoes gonna hate me

See them thirsty hoes? Let em hoes try and drink this
!@&@e Boys boilin, sell drugs like the big
Aks yo (*##$ how it feel to suck a rich ^!$$% dick
(Hook)
Oh oh oh!

Come on $#&@ 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 $#&@ you and yo friends
Smoke this grand, daddy bring it here
Back of the Ghost, dark shades, come and $#&@ me baby

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