Luyện nghe bài hát More Milli

[Intro -

Make it so (YM!)
So fly so (CMB bitch!)
Just day on the
Top of the balcony bitch
it how we live it
Moula,
You it is, young boy appreciate that
Yeah big money popping baby boy
Ain't none of that bitty
More, more, more,
More, more, more,

[Verse 1 -
Yeah, pearl white candy paint job fly
Big on the loose
Got my bitch five
And every time I pull up, you I'm iced up
When I step up in the club, I light the up
on my saddle, blowing purple out the truck
Candy paint, rally stripe, bitch shining us
white Maybach, hatchback
Automatic stash spot under the rack
Bitch, to spray that
Foreign grinds, hard
Getting mines, you know Uptown, big time, time
You know, Davis baby
Money is what pay me so you pay me how it weigh, baby
Black, gold, mill' off the floor
told now you know how it go bitch
One

Little
More, more, more,
to the ceiling
More, more, more,
to the ceiling

[Verse 2 -

You're now fucking the most requested
The young that everybody is so obsessed with
That black on black '62 float
Me and in it, boy I'm just so connected
up in a popularity contest
About to reach my dreams and I ain't got my arms stretched
"Thank Me Later", first I'm taking all bets
a million copies really isn't farfetched
Yeah, I credit cards in cash knots
I my darkest shades on till the flash stops
for my L.A. girls getting them implants
And all my D.C. girls getting them ass
Got them for a reason shortie, go ahead bust it
I keep a secret baby, heard when nothing's spoken
Haters talk it like my buzz isn't promotion
And I just lost the Gucci sandal in the ocean
Damn, I guess the of a teen star
Are all the conversations I had between y'all
And dog funny
Pay me you owe me nigga, all cash money

3 - Bun B]
Well it's that big body in his big body car
Got a big body bopper with that million car
She said "daddy I sushi, so give it to me raw"
I pulled out my strap, had look at it and said "naw"
So car full of kush, you need to access
on a mattress with your favorite actress
My flow was out, I said "baby pass the matches"
Then let her top me off I'm tapping off the ashes
but classless, you gassed up but gasless
A legend here, Bun said it, nigga get it
Taking what you got, you of passed it
You was moving slower than molasses, this you an assed it
Give it up smooth, a jack don't move
This is murder music nigga don't this groove
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