I’m 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
‘Cause I don’t write s**t
‘Cause I ain’t got time
‘Cause my seconds, minutes, hours
Go to the almighty dollar
And the almighty power
Of that chopper
And that’s about the time
She walked away from me
Nobody likes you when you’re 23
And are still more amused by TV shows
What the hell is ADD
My friends say I should act my age
What’s my age again
What’s my age again
Okay, a million here, a million there
Sicilian b**ch with long hair
With coke in her derriere
Like smoking the thinnest air
I open the Lamborghini
I hopin’ them b**ches see me
Like, look at that ba*tard Weezy
And that’s about the time
That b**ch hung up on me
Nobody likes you when you’re 23
And are still more amused by prank phone calls
What the hell is call ID
My friends say I should act my age
What’s my age again
What’s my age again
I’m ill, motherf**ker, I’m ill
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Motherf**ker, I’m ill
I’m a millionaire
A milli, a milli, a milli, a milli, a milli
A milli, a milli, a milli, a milli, a milli
And that’s about the time
She walked away from me
Nobody likes you when you’re 23
And you still act like you’re in freshman year
What the hell is wrong with me
My friends say I should act my age
What’s my age again
That’s about the time
That she broke up with me
No one should take themselves so seriously
With many years ahead to fall in line
Why would you wish that on me
I never wanna act my age
What’s my age again
What’s my age again
I’m ill, motherf**ker, I’m ill, yeah
Motherf**ker, I’m ill
Motherf**ker, I’m ill, ill
What’s my age again