A Milli lyrics

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,

through the pencil and leak on the sheet of the tablet in my mind,

Cuz I don't 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 dem 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]

A Millie in here wit them Young Money Millionaires,

Think you really pop a wheelie in air,

Mac Milli..the Vanilli's in here.. im a rascal don't get whopped,

I get brats who don't 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 guinea's 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, 'scuse me I left..HaHa

a millionaire im a young money millionaire

what y'all really wanna? nah

y'all don't really wanna do it

if hip hop is dead i am the embalmment fluid

and I don't care who it be, I'm steppin to it

notice I say "it" cuz to me, "it" ain't shit

get "it".

call me whatcha like trick

call me on my sidekick

never answer when its private

man I hate a shy chick

don't you hate a shy chick

I had a plate of shy chick and she ain't shy no mo'

she changed her name to my chick

hahaha, yea boy that's 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 it say

ha, yea

and it go

that's right

A millionaire I'm 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 don't tell no one you heard of me

its like, the beat was screamin, murder me

and I'm a murderer

so I murdered it

and you niggas is what i eat and I'll make sure of it

and he who don't believe me I'll 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

I'll holla back at you at snack time

Weezy F. yea, ok

they say I'm 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 ain't bic, but I keep that flame boi

who dat wanna

do dat boy

y'all knew dat

true dat swallow

and i be the shhhh

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

hahaha

and I'd 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

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 girls like I'm Mike Lowry

even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me

man, life, just ain't life, with out me

hip hop just ain't hip hop, with out me

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