Mo Milly - Birdman, Drake, Bun B

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 appreciate that

Its big money poppin baby boy

Ain’t none of that lil biddy

More, mo more milli

More, mo more milli

Yeah, pearl white candy paint job fly

Big timer on the loose

Got a bitch riding five

And everytime 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 up town

Big time doing time

You know, Harley Davis baby

Cash money is pay me so you pay me how it weigh

Baby, black, gold

100 mill off the floor

Never told now you know how it go bitch

One hundred, one hundred

Yeah

Your 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

Its 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

Its for my LA girls getting them implants

And all my DC girls getting them ass shots

Got em for a reason shortie, go ahead buss it open

I keep a secret baby, nothings heard when nothings 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 thats funny, pay me what you owe me nigga

All cash money