Birdman - More Milli lyrics

[Intro - Birdman] Drizzy 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 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 [Verse 1 - Birdman] Yeah, ostrich pearl white candy paint job fly Big timer on the loose Got my b**h riding five And every time 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, blowing purple out the truck Candy paint, rally stripe, b**h shining like us Pearl white Maybach, hatchback Automatic strap stash spot 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 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 b**h One hundred [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 f**ing with the most requested The young n***a 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 a** 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 f**ing 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 n***a, all cash money [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Bun B] Well it's that big body n***a 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 pa** the matches" Then let her top me off while I'm tapping off the ashes Cla**ic but cla**less, you ga**ed up but gasless A legend here, Bun said it, n***a get past it Taking what you got, you should of pa**ed it You was moving slower than mola**es, this time you an a**ed it Give it up smooth, this a jack don't move This is murder music n***a don't disturb this groove 2 Trill Ent., Cash Money, and A Koppa Zone We true players, die, till the last chromosome [Chorus]