Luyện nghe bài hát Millions

You what happen when G.O.O.D. Music and MMG get together, right?
We get money

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This that shit y'all wanted
This cook up hard, don't it?
gotta beg my pardon on it
But this shit like God don't it?
Yuugh, I'm tired, nigga and gotta pay your tithes, nigga
Call my Phantom the holy ghost, on chrome wheel tires, nigga
Pop tags I'm paranoid, cause the pawn shop was my paradise
I was dead pop when that powder came for that knot saved in shoe box
Blue tops, blue tops, bad bitch in that fox
This big face is in Blu-ray and black diamonds like boondocks
I restore the feelin' of niggas made a killin'
Hidin' choppas in the closet, a million in the ceiling
And them hoes angel faces, cryin' loud with ill intentions
Just so I can buy them Christians, have 'em shittin' on all bitches, ah!

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I'm haunted by horror stories, wanna-be owners
Horrible outcome, a dope boy got one
Cries when he convicted, cried on every
I'm cryin' his name, ride for all my niggas
Used to fiddle my finger 'til I me a fortune
Finger fuck a Ferrari, south of France morning
Did drugs Donatella, Versace my A Capella
see me in Neiman's, niggas committin' treason
Soft loafer preferred, frost, herb
Stay from the Forbes, if I only could tell you more
I got I got that, I got that I got this
Got a for 20, my choppas say I'm the shit

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This that y'all ask for
Make a nigga on the gas, floor
Two-door, four-door, roll through the hood like task
Fast forward--oops! say they wanna see proof
My record sales ain't as theirs and we still ride the same coupes
How we still the same hoes, why we still buy the same clothes
How we both got the watch, I'm just keepin' y'all on y'all toes
Dope boys, gold mine, that price drop and that rise
Then set it over that blue flame then hang it dry clothesline
I restore the feelin' of when made a killin'
Hidin' in the closet, half a million in the ceiling
Got the razor on the counter, Arm & in the kitchen
Just to my feet in Christians and keep fuckin' all y'all bitches

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Choppas in the closet
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This that shit that wanted
This shit sound like God it

This that shit ya'll wanted
This shit sound God don't it

This shit that ya'll wanted
shit sound like God don't it

This that shit ya'll wanted
This shit sound God don't it