I'm a millionaire,I'm a young money millionaire,Tougher than nigerian hair,My criteria compared to your careerJust isn't fair,I'm a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed...Threw the pencilAnd 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, hoursGo to the almighty dollar,And the almighty power of dat cha cha cha cha chopper,Sister, brother, son, daughter, father motha f**k a copper,Got da maserati dancin on the bridge pussy poppin,Tell the coppers... hahahaha you can't catch em,You can't stop em,I go by them goon rulesIf you can't beat em then you prop 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,Mutharfucka I'm ill[verse 2:]A million here a million thereSicilian bitch with long hair with coke in her dariaireLike smokin the thinest air I open the lamborghiniHopin them crackers see me likeLook at dat bastard weezyHes a beast hes, a dog hes, a muthfukin problemOk your a goonBut what's a goon to a goblinNothin nothin you ain't scarin nothinOn some faggot bullshit call em dennis rodmanCall me what you want bitchCall me on my sidekickNever answer when it's private damn I hate a shy bitchDon't u hate a shy bitch yea I ate a shy bitchAnd she ain't shy nomoreShe changed her name to my bitchYea nigga that's my bitch so when she ask for theMoney when you through don't be surprised bitchIt ain't trickin if u got itBut u like a bitch with no ass u ain't got shitMuthafuka I'm ill not sickAnd I'm ok but my watch sickYea my drop sickYea my glock sickAnd my knot thickMuthafuka I'm ill...[verse 3:]They say I'm rappin like big, jay, and tupacAndre 3000 where is eryka badu atWho datWho dat said dey gon beat lil wayneMy name ain't bic but I keep dat flame manWho dat one dat do dat boyYa knew dat tru da swallowAnd I be da shit now u got loose bowelsI don't o u like two vowelsBut I would like for u to pay me by the hourAnd I'd rather be pushin flowersThen to be in the pen sharin showersTony told us this world was oursAnd the bible told us every girl was sourDon't play in her garden and don't smell her flowerCall me mr. carter or mr. lawn mowerBoy I got so many bitches like I'm mike lowryEven gwen stefani said she could'nt doubt meMuthafuka I say life ain't shit without meChrome lips pokin out the coupeLook like it's poutinI do what I do and u do what u can do about itBitch I can turn a crack rock into a mountianDare meDon't u compare me cause there ain't nobody near meThey don't see but they hear meThey don't feel me but they fear me I'm illi3 peat
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I'm 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 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 dat cha cha cha cha chopper,
Sister, brother, son, daughter, father motha f**k a copper,
Got da maserati dancin on the bridge pussy poppin,
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 prop 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,
Mutharfucka I'm ill
[verse 2:]
A million here a million there
Sicilian bitch with long hair with coke in her dariaire
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
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 u hate a shy bitch yea I ate a shy bitch
And she ain't shy nomore
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 trickin 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
Muthafuka I'm ill...
[verse 3:]
They say I'm rappin like big, jay, and tupac
Andre 3000 where is eryka badu 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 o u like two vowels
But I would like for u to pay me by the hour
And I'd rather be pushin flowers
Then 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 lowry
Even gwen stefani said she could'nt doubt me
Muthafuka 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 u do what u can do about it
Bitch I can turn a crack rock into a mountian
Dare me
Don't u compare me cause there ain't nobody near me
They don't see but they hear me
They don't feel me but they fear me I'm illi
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