Lyrics
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I don't got a, got a lot a
Money, money
No baller, shot caller
Not a dollar, cha-ching!
Oh, what I got, I'm gonna blow
And all I got, I got is yours
Yeah Imma spend it all
Like there's no tomorrow
Windows to the walls
Imma get it for ya
In all of my life, I've waited for someone like you, you, you
It all feels so right to be living it up for two
So that's what Imma do
Imma millionaire with you, with you, with you
Imma millionaire with you, with you, with you
Imma millionaire... with you
Drive [?], black cars, fast cars
Champagne, caviar, [?]
I kid
But what I got, I'm gonna blow
What I got, I got is yours
Yeah Imma spend it all
Like there's no tomorrow
Windows to the walls
Imma get it for ya
In all of my life, I've waited for someone like you, you, you
It all feels so right to be living it up for two
So that's what imma do
Imma millionaire with you, with you, with you
Imma millionaire with you, with you, with you
In all of my life, all of my life
All of my life
All feels so right to be living it up for two
So that's what Imma do
Imma millionaire with you
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