Bangladesh - A Milli (Mixtape Version) lyrics

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Bangladesh - A Milli (Mixtape Version) lyrics

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] 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 I leak on the sheet of the tablet in my mind Cause I don't write sh** cause I ain't got time Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dollar And the almighty power of that ch-cha-cha-chopper Sister, brother, son, daughter, father, mother-f** a copper Got the Maserati dancing on the bridge, p**y popping 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 pop 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 Young Money [Verse 2 - Cory Gunz] I'm Millie in here with them Young Money millionaires Think you really pop a wheelie in air? Mac Milli, the Vanilli's in here, I'm a rascal, don't get whopped I get brats who don't give top I get ta**el, pa** you with a flow you could never put a brake on and I break on anything a n***a take on Feel the napalm from my trey arm, straight long, throw a n***a like I'm Akon, cause I'm acorns Where the base gone? get the base blown, let the Pistons on that chopper Come on, cops, I'm kamikaze, drop a rock with them Obamas Illie in the mind, really with the nine, millie when I rhyme, silly anytime fine, chilly, gitty on the grind sh**ty on a dime, Penny on the line plenty's in me, any guinea's with 'em, bigger than a mini, and remind I'm Illie, and it's all off G piece and a PG walk by, beep beep With a freak, skeet, hawk out, big feet on a jeep She caught by Weezy F, we be the best, truly to d**h, prove me the rest Groupies confess, you be the ref, 'xcuse me, I left [Verse 3 - Lil Wayne] A millionaire, I'm a young money millionaire What, 'chyall really want it? Nah, y'all don't really wanna do it If hip hop is dead, I am the embalming fluid And I don't care who it be, I'm steppin' to it Notice I say 'it', cause to me, it ain't sh** Get, it? Call me whatcha like, trick, call me on my Sidekick Never answer when it's 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" Yeah, boy, that's my girl And she pops excellent up in Wayne's world Totally dude, you should see their faces When they see that this robot can move And it's like... hahaha, yea And it go... that's right [Verse 4 - Lil Wayne] A millionaire, I'm a Young Money, Cash Money, fast money Slow money, mo' money, never 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 Some should take this beat and make a 'Rest In Peace' shirt of it, cause I k**ed it, now don't tell no one you heard of me It's like the beat was screamin', "Murder me!" And I'm a murderer, so I murdered it And you n***as is what I eating 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 Baby's nursery Now gon' take a nap man, it's naptime I'll holla back at you at snacktime Weezy F... yeah, OK [Verse 5 - Lil Wayne] They say I'm rappin' like B.I.G, Jay, and 2pac André 3000, where is Erykah Badu at Who dat, who dat said they gon' beat Lil' Wayne My name ain't Bic, but I keep dat flame, man Who dat one dat do dat boy? You knew dat, true dat, swallow And I be the sh**, now you got loose bowels I don't O U like two vowels But I would like for you to pay me by the hour And I'd rather be pushing flowers Than to be in the pen sharing 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 b**hes like I'm Mike Lowrey Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me Motherf**a I say life ain't sh** without me Chrome lips poking out the coupe, look like it's pouting I do what I do and you do what you can do about it b**h, I can turn a crack rock into a mountain Dare me Don't you compare me cause there ain't nobody near me They don't see me but they hear me They don't feel me, but they fear me. I'm illi Man, life just ain't life without me Hip hop just ain't hip hop without me Young Moola, baby