Birdman, Drake, Bun B - Mo Milly lyrics

Aubrey Graham

[Birdman, Drake, Bun B - Mo Milly lyrics]

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

More, m-more milly more, m-more milly

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

More, m-more milly more, m-more milly
More, m-more milly more, m-more milly
Bust it to the ceiling, baby
More, m-more milly
Bust it to the ceiling, baby
Bust it- bust it to the ceiling, baby

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 dog that's funny
Pay me what you owe me nigga all cash money

More, m-more milly more, m-more milly
More, m-more milly more, m-more milly
Bust it to the ceiling, baby
More, m-more milly
Bust it to the ceiling, baby
Bust it- bust it to the ceiling, baby

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 than 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

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