Monte Carlo

Through Paris, sun on my collar Southern shore tan, rent note holler Hit Monte Carlo, chip flip, quick dollar Dame Luck grin, bankroll taller Suite key click, doorman nod proper Old due date gone, new fit copper Passport snap, trunk got posture (Aye) luck signed in, I just prosper Bois de Boulogne, independent air They peep my walk, then count my stare Millionaire talk, table made flair (Mmm) money air Monte Carlo, paid my fare Monte Carlo, paid my fare Girls wink once, boys lean near I pass smooth, untouched, clear Wake past lunch, silk robe, low grin Black car curb, rent fear no win Arch in sight, heel tap, road trim Hawk eyes cut, I cut back ten Linen pop, starch snap, cuffs clean Purse full moon, bank fat, suite dream Doorman salute, brass rail gleam New class smell, old rent steam Chip dust wrist, no jewel talk Country drawl on a Paris walk They bid for my seat, I price my chalk One wrong reach, get cut off sharp (Brr) table taught me cold math (Aye) luck got teeth, I got class Every glance tax, every wink cash Monte Carlo stamp on my past Bois de Boulogne, independent air They peep my walk, then count my stare Millionaire talk, table made flair (Mmm) money air Monte Carlo, paid my fare Monte Carlo, paid my fare They sigh low, I don't care I pass smooth, untouched, clear “As I walk along the Bois de Boulogne” “With an independent air” (Doo, bop, mmm) “He must be a Millionaire.” Played them tables till the felt got pale Red chip rain, pit boss frail No sou left, whole room stale I slid to Paris, first class rail Mademoiselle smile, rose in her hand Gold tooth charm, soft French command She talk true with a champagne plan I hear risk in the way she stand Twenty tongues swear, sweet perfume Hotel key cold, moon on the room Cash say stay, gut say move I dance close, keep one shoe loose (Tsk) pretty vow, card trick too (Aye) I read lips, then read blue Odds got teeth, I keep my proof No one plays me out my coupe Bois de Boulogne, independent air They peep my walk, then count my stare Millionaire talk, table made flair (Mmm) money air Monte Carlo, paid my fare Monte Carlo, paid my fare They sigh low, I don't care I pass smooth, untouched, clear “At the man who broke the bank at Monte Carlo” (Dada, wah wah, bop) “You can hear them sigh and wish to die” (Oooh) She call me lucky, I call it craft Red felt sermon, dealer got taxed Silk shirt loose, valet out back Safe full grin, room full brass She say my name twice, slow wine I hear wager under each line Fine print kiss, soft land mine Still I lean in, watch both sides Jealous mouths count steps I take I count zeros, let talk bake Rich boy rumor, broke nerve ache Public love come with stake Monte Carlo made my myth fast But fame taps glass, taps back I leave first, coat on lap Free man walk, no heart trap Bois de Boulogne, independent air They peep my walk, then count my stare Millionaire talk, table made flair (Mmm) money air Monte Carlo, paid my fare Monte Carlo, paid my fare Girls wink once, boys lean near I pass smooth, untouched, clear Bois de Boulogne, independent air Crowd press close, I breathe rare They want my luck, want my chair (Hah) still I float upstairs Monte Carlo, paid my fare Monte Carlo, paid my fare Man broke bank, myth went viral Monte Carlo