Luyện nghe bài hát Millions

9mm lick a shot to a hole
with them choppas 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
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 straight the gut, double my cup
So act all poet(?) I mix this fluid
A real n*gga really don't with y'all
It take a real n*gga like us to do it
See I done kept it G from the
Stayed on the like cold cuts
Money never ditched attention like donuts
So I'm in the fast lane I don't wish to hold up
Been with the business the goal young n*gga
Now I'm in the Guinea with the doors up
I like 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 out now I'm flexing
I get the of paper that'll stand out
So now me and broke n*ggas ain't (word)
Hundreds on hundreds for the love of the money
Try to play me I bought I'm gunnin'
Ate my had seconds and shit and the crazy thing is that the boys still hungry
I stayed on the and the green came
SOX n*gga we the green
Straight from the 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 floor now we it at the ceiling
Y'all don't take floor act 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 your cut
cold and the Rolex 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 with my pinkies up