Luyện nghe bài hát Millions

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

I:

Stepped in this bitch I'm supposed to
Outfit match whips I meant to do it
Heard shit, just drive my n*gga
so big can't listen to it
And I'm from 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 n*gga us to do it
See I done kept it G from the
on the bread like cold cuts
Money never ditched attention like donuts
So I'm in the fast lane I don't to hold up n*gga
Been with the business from the goal n*gga
Now I'm in the with the doors up n*gga
I talk about cash I don't talk too fast, y'all just listen too slow young n*gga like

II:

I don't want to 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 messing (word)
Hundreds on hundreds for the love of the money
Try to play me I bought I'm gunnin'
Ate my plate had seconds and shit and the crazy thing is that the boys hungry
I stayed on the and the green came
SOX n*gga we the gang
Straight from the outer 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 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 ain't getting this kind of got a Brinks truck
for what's mine get your fingers cut
Champagne cold and the gold
Got the of a God n*gga link me up
Getting out a bitch tell her pick me up
class in the clouds Scotty beam me up
Hollerin' I'll be the pimp(?) got in my cup
And I'm sipping on with my pinkies up