Luyện nghe bài hát Millions

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

I:

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

II:

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

Verse

ain't getting this kind of money got a Brinks truck
Reach for what's get your fingers cut
Champagne cold and the gold
Got the wrist of a God n*gga me up
Getting head out a bitch tell her me up
First class in the Scotty beam me up
Hollerin' be the pimp(?) got drank in my cup
And I'm sipping on lean with my up