conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called More Milli with the following description: A sequel of sorts to Lil Wayne’s “A Milli”, although Weezy F. Baby isn’t on this. Instead, this beat was given to his “daddy” Birdman, and his protege Drake and Bun B tag along for the ride.Expand Share 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 appreciate that
  It's big money poppin baby boy
  Ain't none of that lil biddy
  More, mo more milli
  More, mo more milli
  Yeah...
  [Verse 1: Birdman]
  It's 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 uptown
  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 [Verse 2: Drake]
  Lord!
  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
  It's 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 until 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 shawty, go ahead buss 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
  Have confused all the conversations between y'all
  And dog that's funny, pay me what owe me nigga
  All cash money
  [Verse 3: Bun B]
  Yeah!
  Boy it's that big body nigga in his big-bodied car
  Got a big body boppa with that million-dollar drawer
  She said "Daddy I like sushi", so baby take me raw
  I pulled out my strapped condom, looked down said "naw!"
  Cigar full of kush, you need prescriptions to access
  Laying on a mattress, with your favourite actress
  My flow is going out, I said baby pass the matches
  And let her top me off while I'm tapping off the ashes
  Classy but classless, you danced off the guest-list
  A lady here but said it, nigga get past it
  Take it what you've got, you should've passed it
  You was moving slower than molasses, it's time you were nasty
  Give it up too, it's a jack, don't move
  This is murder music, nigga don't disturb this groove
  Too trill with the team, Cash Money ?
  We true players down to the last chromosome