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VIC MENSA – MILLIONAIRES Lyrics

MILLIONAIRES Lyrics – VIC MENSA

Nothing about all the things I’ve been through
I never would’ve made it
I never would’ve made it without you
A tree can’t grow
Or bear fruit without roots
Without you here to hold me
Oh, oh-oh, I, I, I
Never would’ve made it
Oh, woah, made it
I know that I never would’ve made it
Made it, made it, made it without your love
Never would’ve made it

Lost some time, I won sometimes
Face my fears, can’t run from mine
All the times I crossed the line
All y’all thought I lost my mind
Ask no permission, just forgiveness
They kill the messenger, judge the witness
Your bad decisions bad for bidness
Offending everybody but you’re mad defensive
Never take ’em shopping, you just be baggin’ bitches
Couple magazine covers, I got a lotta issues
You fucked up the vibe, you rub people wrong
I ain’t gon’ lie, that night I was rollin’ and I was stoned
Was it Vanity Fair?
I had a point though but really I shot myself in the foot like Tory, yo
Hurt people hurt people, I’ve been on both sides
Found worth in the Bentley, I ain’t rock me no bow ties
You won’t find self-love in a check stub
Ain’t no happy ending until that back rub
We was down, down, baby, now we back up
I’ll put it on the boss but I stack up (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

Never in a million years, they would’ve thought we’d be millionaires, oh (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
I throw my hands up in the air (Never would’ve made it)
‘Cause my grandmama still in prayer (Yeah, ayy)
Never in a million years, they would’ve thought we’d be millionaires, oh (Hey, hey)
And my hands still in the air (Never would’ve made it)
‘Cause my grandmama still a prayer (Yeah, ayy)

Everybody noticed that I was super bogus
Couldn’t afford a Ford but I was super focused
Trappin’ out my momma basement, was baggin’ eighths then
Maybe I’d get my own place if I could get some placements
Fast forward to encores on packed tours
Fast cars, Scott Storch and passports
Should’ve bought a crib, could’ve pay cash for it
Instead, I took it to crazy girls and make ’em dance for it
I know you goin’ crazy, girl, your student loans stupid
A lotta niggas shootin’ at you but they no Cupid
In overdrive workin’ overtime for the baby
Don’t let a nigga with no car drive you crazy (Oh yeah)
Made some millions, lost some millions (Oh yeah)
Been the hero, been the villain (Oh yeah)
Diamonds up, it’s La Familia (Oh yeah)
Real recognize real, y’all not familiar (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

Never in a million years, they would’ve thought we’d be millionaires, oh (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
I throw my hands up in the air
‘Cause my grandmama still in prayer (Yeah, ayy)
Despite anything you hear (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
While I’m here let me clear the air (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

‘Cause of you I am, am, somebody
I need somebody
To be somebody
You make me feel like I could be somebody
You make me feel like I could be somebody
Somebody (You make me feel like I could be somebody)
Somebody, somebody
Somebody (Never would’ve made it), somebody (Yeah, ayy)
Somebody, somebody
Somebody, somebody
Somebody, somebody

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