Lyrics Millionaira Champagne - M.I. Abaga feat. Ice Prince, Sarkodie & DJ Lambo

Ladies and gentlemen
I go by the name DJ Lambo
We 'bout to get this party moving
I got a few of my brothers in the house sipping on that million naira champagne
You know what I'm saying
Ice, Sarkordie, M.I., let's go

There's a lot of girls in here (yes)
But you're looking like you the one (you the one, you the one)
Omoge just be sincere ('cere)
You know you wanna have fun (okay, okay)
Why don't you come kick it with a young black African millionaire
Come kick it with a young black African millionaire (okay)

(Okay), look at you (uh), now look at us
Talk true, who resemble boss? (Ice prince)

Yeah, boy me no think of that
Man been flirting with the women's, love back to back
Been a long time we been schooling cats how to rap
I been about my bullets been getting loaded out the cataract
Yeah, I drop the hardest shit
Yeah, I do it back to back

Yeah, I rap on aboki and I'm VIP after that
But what you gonna do me
My nigga that why I laugh at that
Like OMG, this boy them a talk a lot
Niggas still dey smokin', but we burnin' fast back to back
Rappers calculating me, yeah, I'm adding my further math to that

Kill me or after that, who the bum or who the aftermath?
You can react to that and get seizure or an heart attack
I'm tired of the bullshit and all the crap
I ain't tryna prove a point that I can murder raps
If I controlling that, put your ass into another nap
Put your ass to sleep and show your girl that I was all of that!

Okay, okay, okay, you're vexing
Shabi you no see say we don dey sweat since
Man dem a shoot, man camouflage flexing
And dem dey para, shey na because say my neck slim
It's goons on the left goons on the right, goons in the club
Goons everywhere a broderman go (okay)
Girls on me cells, girls in me home, girls on me WhatsApp
Make a badman a lay low

So everytime we roll we, we got 16 cars
Everytime we touchdown, we got 16 broads
Real niggas in the building girls itching for
And goddamn, M.I I thought I had had 16 bars

There's a lot of girls in here (there's alot of girls in here though)
But you're looking like you the one (you're looking like you the one, baby)
Omoge just be sincere (sincere)
You know you wanna have fun
Why don't you come kick it with a young black African millionaire
Come kick it with a young black African millionaire

Look at you (look at you) now look at us (now look at us mehn)
Talk true, who resemble boss? (See)

Me I got a million here, million there
Looking for some pretty young girl with some long hair
From the ghetto, me I don't care 'cause it's not fair
To give it to a rich girl mehn, now who goes there?
Rocking on the Prada, the Sark jeans, the Louis (yes!)
I be the Family Guy with brains, yeah they call me Stewie
Hop on the plane and straight to VIP if I wanna weewee
I just pull out my cock, so all the cabin crew can see me

Baby I'm a boss, I don't know what they do
I make enough money, my bank account is just ungrateful
Some people smelling poverty, men that's kinda painful
But you gotta kick ass to be a charlie's angel, single
Dominoes, Cuban cigars
Mr. Incredible, the way you dropping your bars
Make me wanna switch it up from Jay to Kendrick Lamar
We the realest in the game, fuck who you are, uh

Money, money, money bags
Money, money, money bags
I'ma be the best that you've ever had
Take you on the trips, you ain't coming back
Some niggas are tryin' to be silly, they use the Range to rush my baby (okay)
But I be the millionaire, my taxes sef, the new Mercedes (yes!)
Every time I pull up in Lamborghini the people dey shout, "Odinkwa, save me"
Them for pay me just to stop 'cause the love is crazy

Show me love, baby show me love, uh
Follow me girl, you know what's up
Pocket full of money cedi and naira
I'ma break it down for you raw like a cypher

There's a lot of girls in here (what else?)
But you're looking like you the one (okay)
Omoge just be sincere
You know you wanna have fun (DJ Lambo)
Why don't you come kick it with a young black African millionaire
Come kick it with a young black African millionaire (yo)

Look at you, now look at us (M.I.)
Talk true, who resemble boss? (And whisk is in the building)

Baby, can I have your phone digits?
So maybe you can come kick it, no dey form busy
You know that you and I together, we can run 'Gidi
You talkin' to didididi-don, dididi-don-diggy
Whatever you're thinking, you want baby come get it
I'm big homie like I'm Sean Diddy or maybe Sean Carter
I rhyme harder, explosive like I'm gunpowder
I'm killing the beat, tell the producer to make the drums louder

They talking funny money (money), they making it rain, I'm making it tsunami man
You got it? I got the Juice like I'm Ndani (Ndani)
I'm on my grown-ish, they talking childish, they talking Barney
Them little boys they don't concern me
Now all the single ladies, now put your hands up (hands up)
And even if you got a man, that dude is bankrupt, stand up (stand up)
Ladies, welcome to the millionaire fan club (fan club)
I got 'em coming bra, I'm like a tank top (I'm like a tank top)

'Cause she's a star, homie (she's a star)
And if you like it, then you shoulda hustle hard for it (hard for it)
And get a job for it (job for it), and buy the car for it (car for it)
And girls, if he don't really spend don't let him sample it, simple!
That nigga in your face he like a pimple (like a pimple)

Me I'm just there to make you smile, I'm like a dimple (I'm like a dimple)
I got the funds-I'm-meant-to, call it fundamental (uh)
President, chilling out, KAS, I'm presidential (okay)
Got money in my pocket (uh) and I dominate the market (uh)
And I always stay on topic when I rock it, you got me acting me cocky
I reverse the Bentley into the spot
So haters can see the Chairman written on the license when I park it

Even as a little kid lyricist, I was very sick (uh)
I didn't think that I will be very rich by the age of 26 (no)
By 28, the money great, I was getting accelerate (uh)
Because of how I penetrate the industry eventually (uh)
Respirate the less debate, investigate the best to make this music 'til it generate
Some extra cake, I'm more like 50 mil' is just an estimate
And I'm just talking shows, my nigga your boy is after pay

I told you rappers lie, Lekki Bridge
I'm Carrie Bradshaw, boy, I'm 'F'ing big
Fresh boy balling with them J's out
You're like an exit sign, you're on the way out
I'm feeling like I just began a new life
Most the shit I spit over your head my nigga, Boom Mic
Making more Millions than M.I. is true right?
Story for the gods, my nigga, Tales by Moonlight, yeah

Bottles on the floor, I ain't worry 'bout nothing and you know it
You move too fast like you ain't got class, just slow it
So why you gotta act like, you ain't even know how to dance right