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