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,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 rulesif 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 millionairewhat y'all really wanna? nahy'all don't really wanna do itif hip hop is dead i am the embalmment fluidand I don't care who it be, I'm steppin to itnotice I say "it" cuz to me, "it" ain't shitget "it".call me whatcha like trickcall me on my sidekicknever answer when its privateman I hate a shy chickdon't you hate a shy chickI had a plate of shy chick and she ain't shy no mo'she changed her name to my chickhahaha, yea boy that's my girland she pops excellent up in waynes worldtotally dude you shouldsee their faces when they see thatthis robot can moveand it sayha, yeaand it gothat's right
A millionaire I'm ayoung money cash money fast moneyslow money mo' money neva no moneywhat is that, who is that, I never heard of itI will take your picture and make a "rest in peace" shirt of itsomeone should take this beat and make a "rest in peace" shirt of itbecuz I killed it now don't tell no one you heard of meits like, the beat was screamin, murder meand I'm a murdererso I murdered it
and you niggas is what i eat and I'll make sure of itand he who don't believe me I'll make dessert of himsherbet him, I meanshame on him, or herCarter, Father ofthis rap thang, this is my racegon' take a lap man weezy babys nurserynow gon' take a nap man, its nap timeI'll holla back at you at snack time
Weezy F. yea, okthey say I'm rappin like Big, Jay, and TupacAndre 3 Thousand where is erykah badu atwho datwho dat said they gon' beat Lil Waynemy name ain't bic, but I keep that flame boiwho dat wannado dat boyy'all knew dattrue dat swallowand i be the shhhhnow you got loose bowelsI don't owe you like two vowelsbut I would like for you to pay me by the hourhahahaand I'd rather be pushing flowers,than to be in the pen sharing showerssee Tony 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 girls like I'm Mike Lowryeven Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me
man, life, just ain't life, with out mehip hop just ain't hip hop, with out me
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