Lil Wayne - Millyrokk lyrics

No ceilings No ceilings No ceilings My ceiling drop, my ceiling drop Ay, my milly rock, my milly pop Them n***as ain't hot, they petty wap Sipping Barney, smoking baby bop She's performing on the table top Steph Curry, boy I'll take the shot Bop bop then I'll pull off and wave goodbye I'm ready for the war, I'm not afraid to die My n***as wild like Omega Psi My b**hes screaming, "Ooh la la" I tell my demons, "Kumbaya" Them sticks go boo ya ka Make a n***a say, "Ooh, na na na na na" I got money on my mental, got them n***as in my rear view I'm a dog, I'm a dog, rottweilin' on these shih tzu's Drop dollars on your temple, pop collars like a pistol Drive back and forth with codeine, put some mileage on the rental Money talks like Jimmy Kimmel, Jimmy Fallon and Jay Leno I'm straight NO, the UNO, fast life, so uptempo Ooh wee, presidential in the Backwood, eating Mentos Smoke that loud like crescendos, rep the mob like Di Nero f**ing like a nympho, save her info like a hero Write you name on the bullet, she wrote my name on her dil*o Smoking on that k** though, got me happier than Gilmo I'm in chill mode, I'm in pill mode, I just f**ed your f**ing ear hole No ceilings, whoa, no ceilings Yeah, two Yeah, two Holler at them b**hes, Lucci Lou [Lucci Lou:] Give a f** about you haters, more concerned with stacking papers Smoking bog and sipping Lakers, watch your girl cause I can take her Drop the top, no ceilings as I'm plottin' on millions Where my n***as in this b**h? They like, "f** it Lucci, get her" I'm from that East side of New Orleans, polo T's and Jordans Where n***as dream to push foreigns, and all the hoes want ballers I got the cheapest price on pearly white, if you need a n***a just call us Long as you talking them dollars, I got a n***a, just holler Still no job, b**h I ain't hurt Put a ho on the strobe and told her, "Get to work" She dropped a Xanny in this drink, the rolly in her purse Then brought it back to Daddy, man I swear this pimpin' work I pop the clutch and hit the gas, I love the way it skrrt She popped a bean, popping a**, can't keep it in her skirt I beat it up, she eat it up, no feelings It's Lucci Lou and Tunechi, n***a, no ceilings [Turk:] No ceilings b**h, like an astronaut Turk and Wayne back at it, n***a, we ain't gon' stop Thuggin' n***a, it's thug life, 2Pac My youngin with me, they stay strapped with two Glocks I'm Molly turnt, but so [?], throwing threes up like slime p**y n***a keep hating on me, keep hating, I ain't got time Too busy chasing this paper, got money on my mind f** you and your favors, know you see my grind I kicked the habit, never thought I could, that sh** had me since fourteen I was shooting up n***a on tour, f**ing up my dreams f**ing off my green, f**ing off with these hoes Could've died over a million times, I swear only God knows I'm back n***a, like a hungry dog at the doorstep, let's eat Tell you p**y n***as that slept on me, "Hope you b**hes die in your sleep" Free my brother BG, I'ma scream the sh** till he hit the streets Till my brother Ralo RIP I got the n***a that's on YNT No ceilings, yeah, n***a, n***a No ceilings, yeah, f** with me it be a k**in' Yeah, Young Turk, n***a I'm Mister YNT, n***a