I'm a Millionaire, I'm a Young Money Millie in aire, tougher than Nigerian hair, My criteria compared to your career just isnt 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 *all* mighty dollar, And the *all* mighty power of dat chit ch ch ch chopper, Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter,*for* the motha **** copper, Got da maserati dancin on the bridge pu*** 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 chop em, You can't man em then you mop em, You can't stand em then you drop em, You drop em cause we pop em like Orville Redenbacher, A millie in here a millie in there Sicilian bitch with long hair with coke in the dariare Like smokin the thinest air I open the Lamborghini Hopin them crackers see like look at dat bastard Weezy Hes a beast hes, a dog hes, a mutha** 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 no more 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 Mutha** I'm I'll not sick And I'm ok but my watch sick Yea my drop sick Yea my glock sick And my knot thick Im it Mutha** I'm I'll... They say I'm rappin like BIG, jay, and tupac Andre 3000 where is erika baduh 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 bottoms I don't owe you 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 pin 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 Mowry Even Gwen Stefani said she could'ntdoubt me Mutha** I say life ain't shit without me Chrome lips pokin out the coop 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 Damn dat Don't u compare me cause there ain't noody near me They don't see but they hear me They don't feel me but they feel me I'm I'll Thanks to Court D for these lyrics Thanks to A>E for these lyrics
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Copy to Clipboard: I'm a Millionaire, I'm a Young Money Millie in aire, tougher than Nigerian hair, My criteria compared to your career just isnt 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 *all* mighty dollar, And the *all* mighty power of dat chit ch ch ch chopper, Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter,*for* the motha **** copper, Got da maserati dancin on the bridge pu*** 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 chop em, You can't man em then you mop em, You can't stand em then you drop em, You drop em cause we pop em like Orville Redenbacher, A millie in here a millie in there Sicilian bitch with long hair with coke in the dariare Like smokin the thinest air I open the Lamborghini Hopin them crackers see like look at dat bastard Weezy Hes a beast hes, a dog hes, a mutha** 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 no more 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 Mutha** I'm I'll not sick And I'm ok but my watch sick Yea my drop sick Yea my glock sick And my knot thick Im it Mutha** I'm I'll... They say I'm rappin like BIG, jay, and tupac Andre 3000 where is erika baduh 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 bottoms I don't owe you 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 pin 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 Mowry Even Gwen Stefani said she could'ntdoubt me Mutha** I say life ain't shit without me Chrome lips pokin out the coop 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 Damn dat Don't u compare me cause there ain't noody near me They don't see but they hear me They don't feel me but they feel me I'm I'll Thanks to Court D for these lyrics Thanks to A>E for these lyrics
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