conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Millyrokk with the following description: A remix of 2 Milly’s “Milly Rock,” an ode to a dance move. Wayne enlists long-time collaborator Turk and Lucci Lou to help him out, as he raps mainly about money and violence. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Lil Wayne]
  No ceilings
  No ceilings
  No ceilings
  My ceiling drop, my ceiling drop
  [Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
  Ayy, my milly rock, my milly pop (Bop!)
  Them niggas ain't hot, they petty wap
  Sippin' Barney, smokin' Baby Bop
  She's performing on the table top
  Steph Curry, boy, I'll take the shot (Bop-bop)
  Then I'll pull off and wave goodbye
  I'm ready for the war, I'm not afraid to die
  My niggas wild like Omega Psi
  My bitches screamin' "Ooh-la-la"
  I tell my demons "Kumbaya"
  Them sticks go "Boo-ya-ka"
  Make a nigga say "Uhh na-na-na-na-na"
  I got money on my mental
  Got them niggas in my rear view
  I'm a dog, I'm a dog
  Rottweilin' on these Shih tzu's
  Drop dollars on your temple
  Pop collars like a pistol
  Drive back and forth for codeine
  Put some mileage on the rental
  Money talks like Jimmy Kimmel
  Jimmy Fallon and Jay Leno
  I'm straight N.O., the U-N-O
  Fast life, so uptempo
  Ooh-wee, Presidential
  In the Backwood, eating Mentos
  Smoke that loud like crescendos
  Rep the Mob like De Niro
  Fucking like a nympho
  Save her info like a hero
  Write your name on a bullet
  She wrote my name on her dildo
  Smoking on that kill though
  Got me happier than Gilmo'
  I'm in chill mode, I'm in pill mode
  I just fucked your fucking ear hole [Interlude: Lil Wayne]
  No ceilings, woah
  No ceilings
  Yeah, two
  Yeah, two
  Holler at them bitches, Lucci Lou
  [Verse 2: Lucci Lou]
  Give a fuck about you haters
  More concerned with stacking paper
  Smoking bog and sipping Lakers
  Watch your girl 'cause I can take her
  Drop the top, no ceilings
  As I'm plottin' on millions
  With my niggas in this bitch
  They like "Fuck it Lucci, get 'em"
  I'm from that East side of New Orleans
  Polo T's and Jordans
  Where niggas dream to push foreigns
  And all the hoes want ballers
  I got the cheapest price on pearly white
  If you need it, nigga, just call us
  Long as you talking them dollars
  I got it, nigga, just holler
  Still no job – bitch, I ain't hurtin'
  Put a ho on the stroll and told her "Get to workin'"
  She dropped a Xanny in his drink, the Rolly in her purse
  Then brought it back to Daddy, man I swear this pimpin' work
  I pop the clutch and hit the gas, I love the way it skrrt
  She popped a bean and poppin' ass, can't keep it in her skirt
  I beat it up, she eat it up, no feelings
  It's Lucci Lou and Tunechi, nigga, no ceilings [Verse 3: Turk]
  No ceilings, bih, like an astronaut
  Turk and Wayne back at it, nigga, we ain't gon' stop
  Thuggin' nigga, it's thug life, 2Pac
  My youngin with me, they stay strapped with two Glocks
  I'm Molly turnt, but so uptown, throwing threes up like slime
  Pussy nigga keep hating on me, keep hating, I ain't got time
  Too busy chasing this paper, got money on my mind
  Fuck you and your favors, know you seen my grind
  I kicked the habit, never thought I could
  That shit had me since fourteen
  I was shooting up, nigga, on tour, fucking up my dreams
  Fucking off my green, fucking off with these hoes
  Could've died over a million times, I swear only God knows
  Now I'm back nigga, like a hungry dog at the doorstep, let's eat
  Tell you pussy niggas that slept on me
  "Hope you bitches die in your sleep"
  Free my brother BG
  I'ma scream the shit til he hit the streets
  Til my brother Ralo RIP, I got that nigga
  That's YNT
  [Outro: Turk]
  No ceilings, yeah, nigga, nigga
  No ceilings, yeah, fuck with me it be a killin'
  Yeah, Young Turk, nigga
  I'm Mister YNT, nigga