Boi-1da - More Milli lyrics

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Boi-1da - More Milli lyrics

[Intro: Birdman] Make it so fresh, YM So fly so priceless, CMB b**h Just another day on the Top floor of the balcony b**h Live it how we live it Mula, Drizzy You what it is, young appreciate that It's big money poppin baby boy Ain't none of that lil biddy More, mo more milli More, mo more milli Yeah... [Verse 1: Birdman] It's pearl white candy paint job fly Big timer on the loose Got a b**h riding five And everytime I pull up you know I'm iced up When I step up in the club I light the b**h up Back on my saddle throwing purple out the truck Candy paint rally stripe shining like us Pearly white maybach, hatchback automatic Straps stash spots under the rack b**h, ready to spray that Foreign grinds hard times Getting mines, you know uptown Big time doing time You know, Harley Davis baby Cash money is pay me so you pay me how it weigh Baby, black, gold 100 mill off the floor Never told now you know how it go b**h One hundred, one hundred [Verse 2: Drake] Lord! You're now f**ing with the most requested The young n***a that everybody is so obsessed with And black on black 62 float majestic Me and Stunna in it, boy I'm just so connected Caught up in a popularity contest It's about to reach my dreams and I ain't even got my arms stretched Thank Me Later first week I'm taking all bets Because a million copies isn't really far fetched I keep credit cards in cash knots I keep my darkest shades on until the flash stops It's for my LA girls getting them implants And all my DC girls getting them a** shots Got em for a reason shawty, go ahead buss it open I keep a secret baby, nothing's heard when nothing's spoken Haters talk it like my buzz isn't enough promotion And I just lost a Gucci sandal in the f**ing ocean Damn, I guess the problems of a teen star Have confused all the conversations between y'all And dog that's funny, pay me what owe me n***a All cash money [Verse 3: Bun B] Yeah! Boy it's that big body n***a in his big-bodied car Got a big body boppa with that million-dollar drawer She said "Daddy I like sushi", so baby take me raw I pulled out my strapped condom, looked down said "naw!" Cigar full of kush, you need prescriptions to access Laying on a mattress, with your favourite actress My flow is going out, I said baby pa** the matches And let her top me off while I'm tapping off the ashes Cla**y but cla**less, you danced off the guest-list A lady here but said it, n***a get past it Take it what you've got, you should've pa**ed it You was moving slower than mola**es, it's time you were nasty Give it up too, it's a jack, don't move This is murder music, n***a don't disturb this groove Too trill with the team, Cash Money ? We true players down to the last chromosome