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9lives & trippie redd - multimillionaire lyrics

[intro]
(you are now tuned in to 9lives radio)

[chorus: odetari]
mu+mu+multimillionaire, i got stars in my pendant
mu+mu+multimillionaire, all my cars look like bentleys (eh+eh+eh)
talkin’ ’bout some friends, b+tch, you’re wrong, i ain’t friendly (nah+ah+ah)
get it how i want, buy it all, i got plenty (yeah)
b+tch got me f+cked up, what you tryna do? (do+do+do)
boy, you got the wrong one, don’t you make a move (move)
b+tch, you got it all wrong, you ain’t got a clue (clue)
thinkin’ this sh+t obvious, you don’t know how i move

[verse 1: odetari]
white diamonds on the t++th, b+tch, mix it with some blue (ah, ah)
think she tryna play me, this ain’t nothing new
lyin’ ’bout my f+ckin’ name, b+tch, you know i’ma sue
3×3, b+tch, think the numbers talking too (ooh+ooh)

[verse 2: trippie redd]
racked up, baby, what’s your type? (type)
call me j jimmy, i ain’t paying for her flight (flight)
got on two watches, but i check my phone for the time
roll like ten blunts, but i put my mind in the sky (sky)
every day, it’s call of duty, grab that chop and dolphin dive
if they pushing, hop out, it’ll be a homicide (ah+ah+ah)
she open her mouth, then i put cum up on her mind (yeah)
she rub it on her face, she say it’s healthy in her eyes
don’t play with the mob, it’ll be mad genocide
n+ggas ain’t safe, n+gga, foreigns outside
tired of the pain, i wish they all d+mn died
like, f+ck your life, f+ck your sign (ah+ah)
if you don’t rep the 5, n+gga, f+ck your side
don’t play with that man when the planets collide (woo)
spin his d+mn block and we gon’ banish you right (bop)
[chorus: odetari]
mu+mu+multimillionaire, i got stars in my pendant
mu+mu+multimillionaire, all my cars look like bentleys (eh+eh+eh)
talkin’ ’bout some friends, b+tch, you’re wrong, i ain’t friendly (nah+ah+ah)
get it how i want, buy it all, i got plenty (yeah)
b+tch got me f+cked up, what you tryna do? (do+do+do)
boy, you got the wrong one, don’t you make a move (move)
b+tch, you got it all wrong, you ain’t got a clue (clue)
thinkin’ this sh+t obvious, you don’t know how i move

- 9lives trippie redd lyrics

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