Milly Syvour - 12OZ Lyrics

New York
She gone make it shake
Lemme see it thump
Twelve ounce steak chardonnay
Yes a hunnid plus
Pretty eyes look me in my face
When you eat it up
ROA boots
All black frames
Only see the bucks
Say you ain't a fan
But you love my music
This is not sprite
Sipping foreign
She like daddy prove it
No you cannot hit the cup
I did not approve it
Need a Milly in my bank
Like the teller knew me
Baby make it shake it
Ima help her move it
Keep a shank in New York
Chopper in the A
Thanking god that im here
Tryna run a play
This a whole new bag
Whole other wave
Life great
Thank god
Know I do it
Twelve Ounce
Twelve Ounce
Life great
Thank god
Know I do it
Twelve Ounce
Twelve Ounce
Twelve ounce on the plate
Don't get greedy boy
Light skin, brown skin
Never been a needy boy
Dark skin, white, yellow rice
Guess I'm greedy boy
I been praying that my lord see me fit
Get me right through the cross
When I'm down know he see me boy
Tryna live it how I'm posed to
Love the money like my mother
I got close to it
Love my money like brother
Cause we close to it
Love the money but it's evil it's no pros to it
If the money on the floor ima float to it
Life great
Thank god
Know I do it
Twelve Ounce
Twelve Ounce
Life great
Thank god
Know I do it
Twelve Ounce
Twelve Ounce
Getting Greedy boy
I ain't tryna be a greedy boy
Getting Greedy boy
I ain't tryna be a greedy boy