Luyện nghe bài hát Millions

9mm lick a shot to leave a
Ridin' with them choppas if it's problems let me
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 whips like I to do it
your 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 this
A real n*gga really don't with y'all
It take a down n*gga like us to do it
See I done kept it G the flow-up
Stayed on the bread like cuts
Money never ditched paid like donuts
So I'm in the fast 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 I don't talk too fast, y'all just listen too slow young n*gga like

II:

I don't want to leave the 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 shit and the crazy thing is that the still hungry
I stayed on the and the green came
SOX we the green gang
Straight the outer 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 throw it at the
Y'all don't take floor act like y'all ain't even know got my dough on and I'm bout to go a million

Verse

Y'all ain't getting kind of money got a Brinks truck
Reach for what's get your fingers cut
cold and the Rolex gold
Got the of a God n*gga link me up
Getting head out a bitch tell her me up
First class in the clouds beam me up
Hollerin' I'll be the pimp(?) got in my cup
And I'm sipping on lean with my up