M.I Abaga - Millionaira Champagne lyrics

DJ Lambo: Ladies and Gentlemen I go by the name DJ Lambo We bouta get this party moving I got a few of my brothers in the house sipping on that Millionaira Champagne You know what I'm saying!!! Ice, Sarkordie, M.I Bridge: There's a lot of girls in here But you're looking like you the one Omoge just be sincere You know you wanna have fun Why don't you come kick it with a young black African millionaire Come kick it with a young black African millionaire Ok, look at you, now look at us Talk true, who resemble boss? Ice prince: Yeah, boy me no think of that Man been flirting with the women's Love back to back Been a long time we been schooling cats how to rap I been about my bullets Been getting loaded out the cataract Yeah I rap the hardest sh** Yeah I do it back to back Yeah I rap on aboki and I VIP after that But what you gonna do me My n***a that why I laugh at that Like OMG cus boy them a talk a lot n***as gettin smokin, but we burnin fast back to back Rappers calculating me, yeah I'm adding my further math to that k** me or after that, who the bum or who the aftermath? You can react to that and get seizure or a a heart attack I'm tired of the bullsh** and all the crap I ain't tryna prove a point that I can murder raps If I controlling that, put your a** into another lap Put your a** to sleep and show your girl that I was all of that! Ok ok ok, I'm vexing. Shabi you no see say we don dey sweat since Man demma shoot, man camouflage flexing Say na dem dey badder, she na me kon say my neck slim Its goons on the left goons on the right, goons in the club Goons everywhere a broda man go Girls on me cells, girls in me home, girls on me whatsapp Make a badman a lay low Everytime we roll we, we got 16 cars Everytime we touchdown, we got 16 broads Real n***as in the building girls itching for And I swear, M.I I thought I had had 16 bars (Theres alot of girls in here though) Bridge: There's a lot of girls in here But you're looking like you the one Omoge just be sincere You know you wanna have fun Why don't you come kick it with a young black African millionaire Come kick it with a young black African millionaire Ok, look at you, now look at us Talk true, who resemble boss? Sarkordie: Me I got a million here, million there Looking for some pretty young girl with some long hair From the ghetto, me I don't care cus its not fair To give it to a rich girl mehnnn, now who goes there? Rocking on the prada, the Sark jeans, the Louis I be the family guy with brains, yeah they call me stewie Hop on the plane and straight to VIP if I wanna weewee I just pull out my co*k so all the cabin crew can see me Baby I'm a boss, I don't know what they do I make enough money, my bank account is just ungrateful Some people smelling poverty, men thats kinda painful But you gotta kick a** to be a charlie's angel; Single Dominoes, Cuban cigars Mr Incredible the way you dropping your bars Make me wanna switch it up from Jay to Kendrick Lamar We the realest in the game, f** who you are! Money, money, money bags Money, money, money baaaags I'mma be the best that you've ever had Take you on the trips, you ain't coming back Them n***as is silly they use the range (rain?)to rush my baby But I be the millionaire, my taxes ??? new Mercedes Every time I pull up in Lamborghini the like odinkwa save me Them for pay me just to stop because the love is crazy Show me love, baby show me love Follow me girl you know whats up Pocket full of money CDN and Naira I'mma break it down for you raw like a cypher What else? Bridge: There's a lot of girls in here But you're looking like you the one Omoge just be sincere You know you wanna have fun Why don't you come kick it with a young black African millionaire Come kick it with a young black African millionaire Ok, look at you, now look at us Talk true, who resemble boss? M.I: Baby can I have your phone digits So maybe you can come kick it, no dey form busy You know that you and I together, we can run Gidi I'm talkin didididi don dididi don diggy... Whatever you're thinking you want baby come get it I'm big homie like I'm Sean Diddy or maybe Sean Carter I rhyme harder, explosive like I'm gun powder I'm k**ing the beat, tell the producer to make the drums louder They talking funny money,they making it rain - I'm making it tsunami man You got it? I got the Juice like I'm Ndani I'm on my grown-ish, they talking childish,they talking Barney Them little boys they don't concern me Now all the single ladies, now put your hands up And even if you got a man, that dude is bankrupt, STAND UP! Ladies, welcome to the millionaire fan club I got em coming bra, I'm like a tank top Cus she's a star homie, and if you like it then you shuda hustle hard for it And get a job for it,and buy the car for it And girls, if he don't really spend don't let him sample it simple! That n***a in your face he like a pimple Me I'm just there to make you smile, I'm like a dimple I got the funds-I'm-meant-to, call it FUND-A-MEN-TAL President,chilling out, KAS, I'm presidential Got money in my pocket and I dominate the market And I always stay on topic when I rock it; You got me acting me co*ky I reverse d Bentley into the spot so he doesn't see the Chairman written on the license when I park it Even as a little kid lyricist, I was very sick I didn't think that I will be very rich by the age of 26 By 28, the money great,I was getting accelerate, because of how I penetrate the industry eventually Respirate the less debate, investigate the best to make this music till it generate Some extra cake, I'm more like 50mil is just an estimate And am just talking shows, my n***a your boy is ? I told you rappers lie on Lekki bridge I'm Carrie Bradshaw boy..I'm f**ing Big Fresh boy balling with them J's out You're like an exit sign,you're on the way out Am feeling like I just began a new life Most the sh** I spit over your head my n***a; Boom Mic Making more Millions than M.I is true right? Story for the gods my n***a; Tales by Moonlight... Outro: Bottles on the floor, I ain't worry bout nothing and you know it You move too fast like you ain't got cla** just slow it So why you gotta act like, you ain't even know how to dance right