Luyện nghe bài hát Millions

9mm lick a to leave a hole
Ridin' with them choppas if problems let me know
Pull a bad and tell her leave her feelings at the door
Cause baby we don't need love 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
Outfit match whips like I to do it
Heard your shit, just drive my
so big can't listen to it
And I'm from the gut, double my cup
So I'mma act all poet(?) I mix this
A real n*gga really don't rock with
It take a real down like us to do it
See I done 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 up n*gga
Been the business from the goal young n*gga
Now I'm in the Guinea with the up n*gga
I like talk about cash I don't talk too fast, y'all just listen too slow young like

II:

I want to leave the wrong impression
Set work out now I'm
I get the kind of paper stand out
So now me and n*ggas ain't messing (word)
on hundreds for the love of the money n*gga
Try to me I bought mine I'm gunnin'
Ate my plate had seconds and shit and the crazy thing is that the still hungry
I stayed on the and the green came
SOX we the green gang
Straight from the outer it's a thing so I told her I don't wanna hear that the team came (hey)
I ain't got the for it (bop) and her feelings
Got it on the now we throw it at the ceiling
Y'all don't take 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 this kind of money got a Brinks truck
Reach for what's get your fingers cut
Champagne and the Rolex gold
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
Hollerin' I'll be the pimp(?) got in my cup
And I'm sipping on with my pinkies up