Luyện nghe bài hát Millions

9mm lick a shot to a hole
Ridin' with them choppas if it's problems let me
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 bitch I'm supposed to
Outfit match whips 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 fluid
A real n*gga really don't with y'all
It take a real down like us to do it
See I done it G from the flow-up
Stayed on the like cold cuts
Money never paid attention like donuts
So I'm in the lane I don't wish to hold up n*gga
Been with the business from the goal n*gga
Now I'm in the Guinea with the doors up
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 paper that'll out
So now me and n*ggas ain't messing (word)
Hundreds on hundreds for the love of the n*gga
Try to play me I mine I'm gunnin'
Ate my plate had seconds and shit and the crazy thing is that the boys still
I stayed on the and the green came
SOX n*gga we the 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 time for it (bop) and her
Got it on the floor now we throw it at the
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

Y'all ain't getting this kind of money got a truck
Reach for what's mine get fingers cut
Champagne cold and the Rolex
Got the of a God n*gga link me up
head out a bitch tell her pick me up
First in the clouds Scotty beam me up
Hollerin' be the pimp(?) got drank in my cup
And I'm sipping on lean my pinkies up