MILLIONAIRE/ANNABELLE

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Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Damn, yeah

Yeah, yeah
She wanna be a millionaire, baby
I'm her Chucky, that's my Annabelle
Grab that bag, go crazy

New opp pack in I like that kinda smell
Nigga play with her, gon' straight to Grady
I ain't playin with nobody, mama, baby
Lil bad ass redbone, that's my baby

Victoria's secret, I know her fragrance
Damn, yeah, that's my bitch
She gon' shoot, either way
How you comin', niggas gon' lose

Yeah, she know her job, she countin' up my blues
She earned it, yeah bought her new pair of shoes
Couple racks came from my shows
I'm on cool, nigga, I'ma cruise

Damn, bitch, you trippin', hoe you slippin'
Better not flue-gaze on that mission
That ain't my bitch, that's just my miss
Opp niggas ain't ready, them boys be missin

Slide on that opp, them boys start pissin
His bitch my bitch, lil' nigga, stop bitchin'
Had the hoe in your hand, but shit you missed it
Can't get it back, now you mad, I get it

Damn, I get it (I get it)
Niggas finna crash for a bitches
Niggas had a meet and greet with all my switches
New opp in the pack, get rolled in swishers

Throw dots to the gang like I be pitchin
We ain't do shit, there ain't no witness
We takin' glocks from all these bitches
Two guns in the back, you can call them sisters

Don't put your hand inside my cookie jar
Niggas don't play no games, I go too far
Young niggas in the field, you can call me LeVar
Bitch, we gon' ball until we fall

Yo, bitch, she a free-for-all
My bitch, she know what time it is
When I'm tryin' to take her drawls

She wanna be a millionaire, baby
I'm her Chucky, that's my Annabelle
Grab that bag, go crazy

New opp pack in I like that kinda smell
Nigga play with her, gon' straight to Grady
I ain't playin with nobody, mama, baby
Lil bad ass redbone, that's my baby

Victoria's secret, I know her fragrance
Damn, yeah, that's my bitch
She gon' shoot, either way
How you comin', niggas gon' lose

Yeah, she know her job, she countin' up my blues
She earned it, yeah bought her new pair of shoes
Couple racks came from my shows
I'm on cool, nigga, I'ma cruise

Damn, new Cartier lenses
No need to see ex-bitches

This dick gon' hit her, make her jitter
Like a fuckin' fidget
I thought she was the setup
Lil' baby come clean your mess up

She wet the dick just like a mop
Somebody come clean her, spit up
My baby wetter than Brita
I ain't never had to worry about niggas

What you tellin' me for go get her
Might take her out to dinner
Got hollow tips in my dresser
Like ranch on salad, I dress her

Shawty bad and I'm tryna undress her
Fuckin' with me , bitch, it couldn't get better

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