conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Mo Milly with the following description: Lil Wayne’s rap masterpiece “A Milli” was, alas, too indefinite
  This follow-up (Weezy’s not on it, but his buddies are..) was supposed to be called “The Milli”, but they wanted MORE!!Expand -1Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Birdman]
  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
  [Chorus: Birdman]
  More, m-more milly
  More, m-more milly
  [Verse 1: Birdman]
  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 [Chorus: Birdman]
  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
  [Verse 2: Drake]
  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 [Chorus: Birdman]
  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
  [Verse 3: Bun B]
  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