Luyện nghe bài hát More Milli

[Intro -

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

[Verse 1 -
Yeah, ostrich pearl white paint job fly
Big timer on the
Got my bitch five
And every time I up, you know I'm iced up
I step up in the club, I light the bitch up
Back on my saddle, blowing purple out the
Candy paint, stripe, bitch shining like us
white Maybach, hatchback
Automatic strap stash spot the rack
Bitch, ready to spray
Foreign grinds, hard
Getting mines, you know Uptown, big time, doing
You know, Harley baby
Cash Money is pay me so you pay me how it weigh, baby
Black, gold, hundred 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 with the requested
The young nigga that everybody is so with
black on black '62 float majestic
Me and Stunna in it, boy I'm just so
Caught up in a popularity
About to reach my dreams and I ain't even got my arms
"Thank Me Later", first I'm taking all bets
Because a million copies isn't farfetched
Yeah, I keep cards in cash knots
I my darkest shades on till the flash stops
This for my L.A. girls them implants
And all my D.C. girls getting them ass
Got them for a shortie, go ahead bust it open
I keep a secret baby, nothing's heard when spoken
Haters talk it like my buzz isn't promotion
And I lost the Gucci sandal in the fucking ocean
Damn, I guess the problems of a star
Are all the conversations I had between y'all
And dog that's
Pay me you owe me nigga, all cash money

3 - Bun B]
Well it's big body nigga in his big body car
Got a big body bopper that million dollar car
She "daddy I like sushi, so give it to me raw"
I out my strap, had them look at it and said "naw"
So car full of kush, you need to access
Laying on a mattress with favorite actress
My flow was out, I said "baby pass the matches"
let her top me off while I'm tapping off the ashes
Classic but classless, you up but gasless
A legend here, Bun said it, nigga get it
Taking what you got, you should of it
You was moving slower molasses, this time you an assed it
Give it up smooth, a jack don't move
This is murder music nigga don't this groove
2 Trill Ent., Cash Money, and A Zone
We true players, die, till the last