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(A milli, a milli, a milli)

I'ma millionaire

I'm a young money millionaire, tougher than Nigerian hair

My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair

I'ma venereal disease like a menstrual bleed

Threw the pencil and leak the sheet of the tablet in my mind

Cuz I don't write shit cuz I ain't got time

Cuz my seconds, minutes, hours go to the all mighty dollar

And the all mighty power of dat chit cha cha chopper

Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father mothafucker a copper

Got da Maserati dancin' on the bridge pussy poppin'

Tell the coppers, ha ha ha ha you can't catch 'em, you can't stop 'em

I go by them goon rules if you can't beat 'em then you prop 'em

You cant man 'em then you mop 'em

You cant stand 'em then you drop 'em

You drop 'em cuz we pop 'em like Orville Redenbacher

Motherfucker I'm ill

A million here, a million there

Sicilian bitch with long hair, with coke in her derrierre

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 him 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 nigga, that's my bitch

So when she ask for the money when you through don't be surprised, bitch

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 o.k., but my watch sick

Yeah my drop sick

Yeah my glock sick

Am I not thick?

I'm it

Motherfucker I'm ill

See, they say I'm rappin' like B.I.G., Jay, and Tupac

Andre 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

Now who that wanna do that, boy you knew that chew that swallow

And I be the shit, now you got loose bowels

I don't owe you 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. Lawnmower

Boy I got so many bitches like I'm Mike Lowery

Even Gwen Stefani say she couldn't doubt me

Motherfucker I say like face 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 will 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 illie, C3