I´m a Millionaire, I´m a Young Money Milli in aire Tougher than Nigerian hair My criteria compared to your career Just isn´t fair I´m a venereal disease Like a menstrual I bleed Threw the pencil and leak 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 dat chit cha cha chopper Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter Father muthaf**ka copper Got da maserati dancin´
On the bridge pussy poppin Tell the coppers Hahaha you can´t catch Em You can´t stop Em I go by them goon rules If you can´t beat Em Then you pop Em 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
Im Milli in here wit them Young Money Milli in aires Think you really pop a wheelie in air
Mac Milli The Vanilli´s in here I´m a rascal dont get whopped I get brats who dont give top I get tassel Pass you wit a flow You could never put a brake on An I break on anything a nigga take on Feel the napalm from my trey arm Straight long Throw a nigga like I´m Akon Cuz I make cons.. Where the base gone Get the base blown Let the Pistons on that chopper Come on cops I´m kamikaze drop a rock wit them Obamas Illi in the mind
Really wit the nine Milli when I rhyme Silly anytime Fine, chilly gitty on da grind Shitty on a dime Penny on the line Plentys in me Any guinea´s wit em Bigger than a mini and remind I´m Illi and its all off G Piece and a P..G Walk by beep beep Wit a freak Skeet Hawk Out Big feet on a jeep.. She caught by Weezy F We be the best
Truely to death prove me the rest Groupies confess You be the ref Excuse me I left.. Ha
OK I´m millionaire I´m a Young Money Milli in aire What chyall really want it now Y´all dont really wanna do it If hip hop is dead I am the environment fluid And I don´t care who it be, I´m steppin to it Notice I say ´it´ cuz to me, it ain´t shit Get It Call me whacha like trick Call me on my sidekick
Never answer when its private Man I hate a shy chick Don´t you hate a shy chick I had a plate of shy chick And she ain´t shy no mo´ She changed her name to my chick Hahaha Yea boy thats my girl And she pops excellent up in Wayne´s world Totally dude you should See their faces when they see that This robot can move And it say... Hahaha Yea And it go... Thats right
I´m millionaire I´m a young money Cash money Fast money Slow money Mo´ money Neva low money What is that Who is that I never heard of it I will take your picture And make a ´rest in peace´ shirt of it Tell those nigga beatin to Make a rest in peace shirt of me Cuz I killed and now don´t tell No one you heard of me Its like, the beat was screamin, Murder me
And I´m a, murderer So I murdered it And you rappers is what I eatin´ I´ll make sure of it And he who don´t believe me I´ll make dessert of him Sherbet him, I mean Shame on him I heard Carter father of This rap thang, This is my race Gon´ take a lap man weezy babys nursery Now gon´ take a nap man, It´s nap time I´ll holla back at you at snack time Weezy... F.... Yea OK
They say I´m rappin like Big, Jay, and Tupac Andre 3000 Where is Erykah Badu at Who dat Who dat said they gon´ beat Lil Wayne My name ain´t Vic, but I keep that flame Who dat one Dat do that boy Yall knew dat True dat swallow And I be the shhhh Now you got loose bottoms I don´t owe you like two vowels But I´d like for you to pay me by the hour Hahaha And I´d rather be pushing flowers, Than to be in the penn sharing showers See Tony told us this world was ours And the Bible told us every girl was sour Dont play in the garden and don´t smell her flower Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower Boy I got so many girls like I´m Mike Lowry Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn´t doubt me Man, life, just ain´t life, without me Hip hop just ain´t hip hop, without me Young Mula Baby C3 Well Come On Nay Nay Daddy´s Better