What A Millionaire Look Like Lyrics - Corner Boy P

We blessed to be here 

It's a blessing for you to be here with us 

MMG shit, Jet Life, BOA, fuck y'all 

What it look like 

My niggas fly niggas, this is Jet Life, yeah 

For the occasion, paper planes 

Look, what it look like 

My niggas fly niggas, this is Jet Life 

Yeah! 

Look, now roll my J tight 

You know what they like 

Yeah! Yeah! 

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Paris SB's make these niggas catch seizures 

Foam game shitting on Irish Springs and Lever 

Ha! I'm more cleaver, clever 

Weather any weather, nobody doing it better 

Me and Spitta, Gucci bucket I'm Gilligan 

Ain't no Skipper but all my bitches is Ginger hair 

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread 

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds 

Double M G forever though 

Money got me pulling strings, I got that Geppetto dough 

Always in them better clothes, I be with them better ho's 

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose 

Meaning aroused, I'm sorry I'm not too good with vowels 

I got a thousand bitches, I'm not too good with vows 

We in Spitta Ferrari, brand new Tiffanys on me 

Don't fuck with PBS, but man, I'm addicted to Barney's 

That's G shit, I be bumping Fiend shit 

And I'm on a roll, you would think they giving me a X 

Wordplay like a muhfucker 

I'm Durant at the Rucker, your woman's a perfect jumper 

Wetter than a swish and I never miss 

Get her out her delicates and I ain't gotta tell her shit 

Put it on whatever bitch, me and Spitta high as shit 

Rex Ryan on these hoes, Jet Life forever bitch 

Photos 

Look, what it look like 

My niggas fly niggas, this is Jet Life 

Yeah! 

Look, now roll my J tight 

What they like 

Yeah! Yeah! 

The engine in back of my car 

I'm clearly in a different tax bracket now, dog 

Mainstream cheese but I ain't acting like y'all 

Rapping that garbage, attracting maggots 

I'm in Dulles waiting on luggage luxury baggage 

Four door carriage with the V8 S badges 

I'm in the mirror of the Panamera 

Looking at them haters crammed in the Dodge Stratus 

Can't keep up, get your liters in order 

4.8, interior custom, leather suede borders 

Not mine, I'm with Wale, I'm just a tourist on the set 

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex 

I get mine and I bounce like a bad check 

You smell the ounce, I ain't even in ya house yet 

We smoke loud, might have to get your ears checked out 

After your hoes leave the Jets' hangout 

Them lames ain't even know the newest planes came out 

But I'm in every real nigga Cutlass in the parking lot of the Wing Stop bumping 

So fuck it, I'm platinum in the streets 

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love 

She just wanna fuck, homie just wanna hug 

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug 

And baby girl can't get enough - fill her up 

Look, what it look like 

My niggas fly niggas, this is Jet Life 

Yeah! 

Look, now roll my J tight 

What they like 

Yeah! Yeah! 

Look, what it look like 

My niggas fly niggas, this is Jet Life 

Yeah! 

Look, now roll my J tight 

What they like 

Yeah! Yeah!