More Milly lyrics

[Intro - Birdman]

Make it so fresh: YM

So fly, so priceless, CMB bitch

Just another day on the

Top floor of the balcony bitch

Live it how we live it

Mula, Drizzy

You what it is, young'un: appreciate that

It's big money popping baby boy

Ain't none of that lil biddy

[Hook]

More, m-more milly

More, m-more milly

[Verse 1 - Birdman]

Pearl-white candy paint job fly

Big Tymer on the loose

Got a bitch riding 5

And every time I pull up, you know I'm iced up

When I step up in the club I light the bitch 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

Bitch, 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 who pay me so you pay me how it weigh, baby

Black gold, 100 mil off the floor

Never told now you know how it go bitch

One hundred, one hundred

[Hook]

More, m-more milly

More, m-more milly

[Verse 2 - Drake]

You're now fucking with the most requested

The young nigga 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

I'm 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 til the flash stops

It's for my LA girls getting them implants

And all my DC girls getting them ass shots

Got em for a reason shorty, go ahead, bust 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 fucking ocean

Damn, I guess the problems of a teen star

Are all that fuels the conversations between y'all

And dogg that's funny; pay me what you owe me nigga

All cash money

[Hook]

More, m-more milly

More, m-more milly

[Verse 3 - Bun B]

Well it's that big body nigga and his big body car

Got a big body boppa with that million dollar jaw

She said: "daddy I like sushi, so give it to me raw!"

I pulled out my strap condom, looked down there and said "naw"

Cigar full of Kush you need prescriptions to access

Laying on the mattress with your favorite actress

My blunt was going out, I said "baby, pass the matches"

And let her top me off while I'm tapping off the ashes

Classic, but classless

You gassed up, but gasless

Unleaded, yeah. Bun said it, nigga get past it

Taking what you got, you should've passed it

You was moving slower that molasses

This time you were nasty

Give it up to him; it's a jack

Don't move! This is murder music, nigga

Don't disturb this room. 2 trill Ent Cash Money and October's Own

We true playas down to the last chromosome