Cory Gunz - A Milli Remix lyrics

Bangladesh! Young money!a milli, a milli, a milli, a milli, a milli [Lil Wayne] I'm a millionaire I'm a Young Money Million-aire, 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 dont write sh** cuz I ain't got time Cuz my seconds, minutes, hours go to the all mighty dollar And the all mighty power of the ch-ch-ch-choppaz 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 cuz we pop em, like Orville Redenbacher. (yeah! motherf**er I'm ill) [Cory Gunz] (Wayne I'm goin in) A Milli in here wit them Young Money Million-aires Think you really pop a wheelie in air Mac Milli the, Vanilli's in here, I'm a rascal dont get whopped I get brats who dont 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 make cons Where the base gone, get the base blown Let the Pistons on that chopper come on cops I'm 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 the grind, sh**ty on a dime, Penny on the line Plenty's in me, any guinea's wit em bigger than a mini and remind I'm 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 Truly to d**h prove me the rest Groupies confess, you be the ref, excuse me I left..Ha A millionaire I'm a young money Millionaire What y'all really want it now Y'all dont really wanna do it If hip hop is dead i am the embalming fluid And I don't care who it be, I'm stepping to it Notice I say 'it' cuz to me, it ain't sh** Get.. It Call me what you 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 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 its like... Hahaha, yea And it go... That's right I'm a millionaire I'm a Young money Mo' money never low 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 Tell those n***** beating to make a rest in peace shirt of me cuz I k**ed and now don't tell no one you heard of me Its' like, the beat was screaming, murder me And I'm a, murderer So I murdered it And you n***** is what i eating ill 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 Cut her father up This rap thang, this is my race Gon' take a lap man weezy babys no ???? 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 rapping like Big, Jay, and 2Pac Andre 3 Thousand where is erykah badu at, who that? Who that said they gon' beat Lil Wayne My name ain't bic, but I keep that flame Who that one That do dat boy Y'all knew that True that swallow And I be the shhhh Now you got loose bottoms I don't owe you like two vowels But I'd like for you to pay me by the hour Hahaha And I'd rather be pushing flowers Than to be in the penn sharing showers See Tony told us this world was ours And the Bible told us every girl was sour Dont play in the garden and don't smell her flower Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower Boy I got so many girls like I'm Michael Lowery Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me Man, life, just ain't life, without me Hip-Hop just ain't hip hop, without me Young moola baby C3