Luyện nghe bài hát More Milli

[Intro -

Make it so (YM!)
So fly so (CMB bitch!)
another day on the
Top floor of the balcony
it how we live it
Moula,
You what it is, young boy that
Yeah it's big popping baby boy
none of that little bitty
More, more, more,
More, more, more,

[Verse 1 -
Yeah, ostrich pearl candy paint job fly
Big timer on the
Got my bitch five
And every time I pull up, you know I'm up
When I step up in the club, I light the up
Back on my saddle, blowing purple out the
Candy paint, rally stripe, bitch shining us
Pearl white Maybach,
Automatic stash spot under the rack
Bitch, ready to spray
grinds, hard times
Getting mines, you know Uptown, big time, doing
You know, Davis baby
Cash Money is pay me so you pay me how it weigh, baby
Black, gold, hundred off the floor
told now you know how it go bitch
One

Little
More, more, more,
Hustle to the
More, more, more,
to the ceiling

[Verse 2 -

You're now fucking with the most
The young nigga that everybody is so with
That black on black '62 majestic
Me and in it, boy I'm just so connected
up in a popularity contest
About to my dreams and I ain't even got my arms stretched
"Thank Me Later", first week I'm taking all
a million copies really isn't farfetched
Yeah, I keep credit cards in cash
I keep my darkest shades on the flash stops
for my L.A. girls getting them implants
And all my D.C. girls getting ass shots
Got them for a shortie, go ahead bust it open
I keep a baby, nothing's heard when nothing's spoken
talk it like my buzz isn't enough promotion
And I lost the Gucci sandal in the fucking ocean
Damn, I the problems of a teen star
Are all the conversations I had between y'all
And dog funny
Pay me you owe me nigga, all cash money

3 - Bun B]
Well it's that big body in his big body car
Got a big bopper with that million dollar car
She "daddy I like sushi, so give it to me raw"
I pulled out my strap, had them look at it and "naw"
So car full of kush, you need prescriptions to
Laying on a mattress your favorite actress
My flow was going out, I "baby pass the matches"
Then let her top me off I'm tapping off the ashes
Classic but classless, you up but gasless
A legend here, Bun said it, nigga get it
Taking what you got, you of passed it
You was moving slower molasses, this time you an assed it
Give it up smooth, a jack don't move
This is music nigga don't disturb this groove
2 Trill Ent., Money, and A Koppa Zone
We true players, die, till the last