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[Intro]
Bangladesh...........
Young money!
a milli (through out the song)
Ye dig!
[Verse 1:]
I'm a Millionaire
I'm a Young Money Millie in aire, 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 al mighty dollar
And the al mighty power of that chit cha cha chopper
Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father mother fuck a copper
Got the Maserati dancing on the bridge pussy popping
Tell the coppers... hahahaha 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 pop em
You can't man em then you mop em
You can't stand em then you drop em
You drop em cause we pop em like Orville Redenbacher
[Verse 2:]
A millie in here a millie in there
Sicilian bitch with long hair
with coke in her derier
Like smokin the thinest air I open the Lamborghini
Hopin them crackers see me like look at dat bastard Weezy
Hes a beast hes, a dog hes, a muthfukin problem
Ok your a goon but what's a goon to a goblin
Nothing nothing you ain't scaring nothing
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 u hate a shy bitch yea I ate a shy bitch
And she ain't shy no more she changed her name to My bitch
Yea nigga that's my bitch so when she ask for the Money when you through don't be surprised bitch
It ain't tricking if u got it
But u like a bitch with no ass u ain't got shit
Muthafuka I'm ill not sick
And I'm ok but my watch sick
Yea my drop sick
Yea my glock sick
And my knot thick
I'm it
Muthafuka I'm ill...
[Verse 3:]
They say I'm rappin like BIG, jay, and tupac
Andre 3000 where is Erika Baduh at
Who dat
Who dat said dey gon beat lil wayne
My name ain't Bic but I keep dat flame man
Who dat one dat do dat boy ya knew dat tru da Swallow
And I be da shit now u got loose bowels
I don't owe you like two vowels
But I would like for u to pay me by the hour
And I'd rather be pushing flowers
Then to be in the pen sharing 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 Lowry
Even Gwen Stephanie said she couldn’t doubt me
Muthafuka I say life ain't shit without me
Chrome lips pokin out the coop like it's pouting
I do what I do and u do what u can do about it
Bitch I can turn a crack rock into a mountain
Damn dat
Don't u compare me cause there ain't nobody near me They don't see but they hear me
They don't fear me but they feel me I'm ill
C3.. 3P
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