A Milli

A milli A milli A milli A milli 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 Threw the pencil and leak the sheet of the tablet in my mind Cause I don't write shit cuz I ain't got time Cause 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 cause 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 derriere 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, C-3 3-P