Millon Star Baby

Baby, I'm a millionaire, baby, oh Not even all this money can faze me I'm not gonna lie, I think about you lately Think about your love and now you crazy Yeah, yeah, now I'm back in this b***** with my drum Now I'm back in this b***** with my gun Now I'm back in this bitch with my gun And I'm back and I'm back and I stole my pole Keep up my trap and I gotta stay low Keep up my trap and I gotta stay low Now they're over, they go low Yeah, instead yeah certromani on top and ya know, I know Yeah, mess with her, so with her Falling right down, but I came back up Throws a dozen little choppers and a dozen watches, what you wanna do And when I'm ridin' in a F-Class, I be cool and I don't know the due Yeah, I f*ck with leagues, I don't f*** with h*** And a b**** that's niggas takin' all my flows I be smokin' pounds, I don't smoke the ghost You keep on trippin', yeah, you gotta go Keep my head down, that's really what I'mma tell you I wish I keep on trippin', watch me off my blow She keep on trippin' for the FaceTime And the paparazzi outta control Me, her, it's all on her feet Me, her, it's all when I talk Baby, I'm a millionaire, baby Not even all this money can faze me I'm not gonna lie, I think about you lately Think about your love and now you crazy Yeah, yeah, now I'm back on this b**** my drum Now I'm back with this b****, my gun Now I'm back in this b****, my gun And I'm back and I'm back and I'm showing my pose Keep on trippin', I gotta stay low Gotta go up, then go low Yeah, Certromani on top, yeah i know Yeah, mess with her, tore it up Fallin' right down, but I can't back up But he can't back up, I hear the tiger I don't f***with bitches, I just f*** with other bosses Yeah, shout out to Kurt Cobain, R.I.P. to Goat, You Goin See The Flame And you talk on guys, better watch the flame And you talk on guys, better watch the flame Yeah, I'm only 16, I don't talk nice And that bitch is trippin', why she all on my c*** And I just be chillin', I don't do a lot I be toting' guns, he be toting' cops funny mans, 38 slime And I have to kill him, show him on the live f****** on a b****, beat her from behind I just be spittin', I don't gotta rhyme Baby, I'm a millionaire, baby Not even all this money can phase me I'm not gonna lie, I think about you lately Think about your love and now you crazy Yeah, yeah, now I'm back in this b****, with drum Now I'm back in this b**** with, my gun Now I'm back in this b**** with, my gun And I'm back and I'm back and I'm toting on my pole Keeping my strap' and I gotta stay low Keeping my strap' and I gotta stay low Gotta go up, can't go low Yeah, certromani on top, we all know Yeah, mess with her, tore it up Fallin' right down, but I came back up