..:::A Millie - Lil Wayne [{lyrics}]:::....

A Millionaire,
I'm a young money Millionare, tougher than Nigerian hair,
My criteria compared to your career just isnt fair,
Im a venereal disease like a minstrel
I bleed through the pencil and leak on the sheet of the tablet in my mind,
Cuz I dont write shit cuz I aint got time,
Cuz my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dollar,
And the almighty power of dat chit 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 cant catch em, you cant stop em,
I go by them goon rules
if you cant beat em then you pop em,
You cant man em then you mop em,
You cant stand em then you drop em,
You pop em cuz we pop em like Orville Redenbacher,
Young money

[Cory Gunz]
Im Millie in here wit them Young Money Millionaires,
Think you really pop a wheelie in air,
Mac Milli..the Vanillis in here.. im 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 im Akon,
Cuz I make cons.. Where the base gone, get the base blown,
Let the Pistons on that chopper come on cops im kamikaze drop a rock wit them Obamas,
Illie in the mind, really wit the nine, millie when I rhyme, silly anytime,
Fine, chilly gitty on da grind, Shitty on a dime, Penny on the line,
Plentys in me, any guineas wit em bigger than a mini and remind im..
Illie 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'll laugh..HaHa

a millionaire im a young money millionaire
what yall really want it? nah
yall dont really wanna do it
if hip hop is dead i am the embalming fluid
and I dont care who it be, Im steppin to it
notice I say "it" cuz to me, "it" aint shit
get "it".
call me whatcha like trick
call me on my sidekick
never answer when its private
man I hate a shy chick
dont you hate a shy chick
I had to play a shy chick and she aint shy no mo
she changed her name to my chick
hahaha, yea boy thats my girl
and she pops eXcellent up in waynes world
totally dude you should
see their faces when they see that
this robot can move
and its say
hahaha, yea
and it go
thats right

A millionaire Im a
young money cash money fast money
slow money mo money neva no 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
someone should take this beat and make a "rest in peace" shirt of it
becuz I killed it now dont tell no one you heard of me
its like, the beat was screamin, murder me
and Im a murderer
so I murdered it

and you niggas is what i eat and I'll make sure of it
and he who dont believe me Ill make dessert of him
sherbet him, I mean
shame on him, or her
Carter, Father of
this rap thang, this is my race
gon take a lap man weezy babys nursery
now gon take a nap man, its nap time
Ill holla back at you at snack time

Weezy F. yea, ok
they say Im rappin like Big, Jay, and Tupac
Andre 3 Thousand where is erykah badu at
who dat
who dat said they gon beat Lil Wayne
my name aint bic, but I keep that flame
who dat one
dat do dat boy
yall knew dat
true dat swallow
and i be the shhhh
now you got loose bowels
I dont O U like two vowels
but I would like for you to pay me by the hour
hahaha
and Id rather be pushing flowers,
than to be in the pen sharing showers
see Tony told us this world was ours
and the Bible told us every girl was sour
dont play in her garden and dont smell her flower
call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower
boy I got so many girls like Im Mike Lowry
even Gwen Stefani said she couldnt doubt me

man, life, just aint life, with out me
hip hop just aint hip hop, with out me

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