More Milli Lyrics - Birdman

[Intro - Birdman] 

Drizzy 

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 

Moula, Drizzy 

You what it is, young boy appreciate that 

Yeah it's big money popping baby boy 

Ain't none of that little bitty 

More, more, more, milly 

More, more, more, milly 

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[Verse 1 - Birdman] 

Yeah, ostrich pearl white candy paint job fly 

Big timer on the loose 

Got my bitch riding five 

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, blowing purple out the truck 

Candy paint, rally stripe, bitch shining like us 

Pearl white Maybach, hatchback 

Automatic strap stash spot 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 what pay me so you pay me how it weigh, baby 

Black, gold, hundred mill' off the floor 

Never told now you know how it go bitch 

One hundred 

Photos 

[Chorus] 

Little bitty 

More, more, more, milly 

Hustle to the ceiling 

More, more, more, milly 

Hustle to the ceiling 

[Verse 2 - Drake] 

Look 

You're now fucking with the most requested 

The young nigga that everybody is so obsessed with 

That black on black '62 float majestic 

Me and Stunna in it, boy I'm just so connected 

Caught up in a popularity contest 

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 really isn't farfetched 

Yeah, I keep credit cards in cash knots 

I keep my darkest shades on till the flash stops 

This for my L.A. girls getting them implants 

And all my D.C. girls getting them ass shots 

Got them for a reason shortie, 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 the Gucci sandal in the fucking ocean 

Damn, I guess the problems of a teen star 

Are confused all the conversations I had between y'all 

And dog that's funny 

Pay me what you owe me nigga, all cash money 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 3 - Bun B] 

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

Got a big body bopper with that million dollar car 

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

I pulled out my strap, had them look at it and said "naw" 

So car full of kush, you need prescriptions to access 

Laying on a mattress with your favorite actress 

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

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

Classic but classless, you gassed up but gasless 

A legend here, Bun said it, nigga get past it 

Taking what you got, you should of passed it 

You was moving slower than molasses, this time you an assed it 

Give it up smooth, this a jack don't move 

This is murder music nigga don't disturb this groove 

2 Trill Ent., Cash Money, and A Koppa Zone 

We true players, die, till the last chromosome 

[Chorus]