A Milli

Young Money! (A milli, a milli...)

You dig?

Yeah, Mack, I'm goin' in

A millionaire, I'm a Young Money millionaire

Tougher than Nigerian hair

My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair

I'm a venereal disease, like a menstrual bleed

Through the pencil, and leak on the sheet

Of the tablet in my mind

'Cause I don't write shit 'cause I ain't got time

'Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dollar

And the almighty power of that ch-ch-ch-ch-chopper

Sister, brother, son, daughter, father, motherfuck a copper

Got the Maserati dancin' on the bridge, pussy poppin'

Tell them coppers, ha-ha-ha-ha

You can't catch him, you can't stop him

I go by them goon rules

If you can't beat 'em, then you pop 'em

If you can't man 'em, then you mop 'em

You can't stand 'em, then you drop 'em

You pop 'em, 'cause we pop 'em

Like Orville Redenbacher (Woo, a milli, a milli...)

Motherfucker, I'm ill, yeah

A million here, a million there

Sicilian bitch with long hair, with coke in her derrière

Like smoke in the thinnest air, I open the Lamborghini

Hopin' them crackers see me, like, "Look at that bastard Weezy"

He's a beast, he's a dog, he's a motherfuckin' problem

Okay, you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin?

Nothin', nothin', you ain't scarin' nothin'

On some faggot bullshit, call 'em Dennis Rodman

Call me what you want, bitch, call me on my Sidekick

Never answer when it's private, damn, I hate a shy bitch

Don't you hate a shy bitch?

Yeah, I ate a shy bitch

She ain't shy no more

She changed her name to 'My Bitch'

Yeah, ****, that's my bitch

So when she ask for the money

When you through, don't be surprised, bitch

And it ain't trickin' if you got it

But you like a bitch with no ass, you ain't got shit

Motherfucker, I'm ill, not sick

And I'm okay, but my watch sick

Yeah, my drop sick

Yeah, my Glock sick

And my knot thick

I'm it

Motherfucker, I'm ill

Yeah, see

They say I'm rappin' like B.I.G., Jay, and 2Pac

André 3000, where is Erykah Badu at?

Who that?

Who that said they gon' beat Lil Wayne?

My name ain't Bic, but I keep that flame, man

Who the one that do that, boy?

You knew that, true that, swallow

And I be the shit, now you got loose bowels

I don't O-U like two vowels

But I would like for you to pay me by the hour

And I'd rather be pushin' flowers

Than to be in the pen, sharin' showers

Tony told us this world was ours

And the Bible told us every girl was sour

Don't play in her garden, and don't smell her flower

Call me Mr. Carter, or Mr. Lawn Mower

Boy, I got so many bitches like I'm Mike Lowrey

Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me

Motherfucker, I say life ain't shit without me

Chrome lips pokin' out the coupe, look like it's poutin'

I do what I do, and you do what you can do about it

Bitch, I can turn a crack rock into a mountain

Dare me

Don't you compare me 'cause there ain't nobody near me

They don't see me, but they hear me

They don't feel me, but they fear me

I'm illy

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3 Peat