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

II:

I want to leave the wrong impression
Set out now I'm flexing
I get the kind of that'll stand 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 and the crazy thing is that the boys still hungry
I stayed on the grind and the green
SOX n*gga we the gang
Straight from the outer it's a team so I told her I don't wanna hear that the team came (hey)
I got the time for it (bop) and her feelings
Got it on the now we throw it at the ceiling
Y'all don't 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 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
Getting head out a bitch her pick me up
First class in the clouds beam me up
Hollerin' be the pimp(?) got drank in my cup
And I'm sipping on lean with my up