Luyện nghe bài hát Millions

9mm a shot to leave a hole
Ridin' with them if it's 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) to go a million 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 shit, just drive my n*gga
Earring so big can't 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 rock with
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 paid attention donuts
So I'm in the lane I don't wish to hold up n*gga
with the business from the goal young n*gga
Now I'm in the Guinea the doors up n*gga
I like talk about cash I don't talk too fast, just listen too slow young n*gga like

II:

I don't want to leave the wrong
Set work out now I'm
I get the kind of paper that'll out
So now me and broke n*ggas messing (word)
on hundreds for the love of the money n*gga
Try to play me I bought mine I'm
Ate my plate had seconds and and the crazy thing is that the boys still hungry
I stayed on the grind and the came
SOX n*gga we the green
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 for it (bop) and her feelings
Got it on the floor now we throw it at the
Y'all don't take floor act like y'all ain't even know got my dough on dough and I'm bout to go a

Verse

Y'all getting this kind of money got a Brinks truck
for what's mine get your fingers cut
Champagne cold and the gold
Got the wrist of a God n*gga me up
Getting head out a bitch tell her me up
First class in the clouds Scotty me up
Hollerin' I'll be the pimp(?) got in my cup
And I'm on lean with my pinkies up