Luyện nghe bài hát Millions

9mm lick a to leave a hole
Ridin' with them choppas if problems let me know
Pull a bad bitch and tell her leave her feelings at the
Cause baby we don't need love where we to go
We are (we are, we are) bout to go a or more, million or more, million or more(2x)

I:

Stepped in this like I'm supposed to
Outfit match like I meant to do it
Heard your shit, drive my n*gga
Earring so big listen to it
And I'm straight the gut, double my cup
So I'mma act all poet(?) I mix this
A n*gga really don't rock with y'all
It take a down n*gga like us to do it
See I kept it G from the flow-up
Stayed on the bread cold cuts
never ditched paid attention like donuts
So I'm in the fast lane I don't wish to hold up
Been with the business the goal young n*gga
Now I'm in the with the doors up n*gga
I like talk about cash I talk too fast, y'all just listen too slow young n*gga like

II:

I want to leave the wrong impression
Set work out now I'm
I get the kind of that'll stand out
So now me and broke n*ggas ain't (word)
on hundreds for the love of the money n*gga
Try to play me I bought I'm gunnin'
Ate my plate had and shit and the crazy thing is that the boys still hungry
I stayed on the grind and the came
SOX we the green gang
Straight from the outer it's a team thing so I told her I don't hear that the team came (hey)
I ain't got the for it (bop) and her feelings
Got it on the floor now we it at the ceiling
Y'all don't take floor act like y'all ain't even know got my on dough and I'm bout to go a million

Verse

Y'all getting this kind of money got a Brinks truck
Reach for mine get your fingers cut
Champagne cold and the Rolex
Got the wrist of a God n*gga me up
head out a bitch tell her pick me up
First class in the clouds Scotty me up
I'll be the pimp(?) got drank in my cup
And I'm sipping on with my pinkies up