Lil Wayne - Milli (album Version) lyrics

Young money Ya dig Mack I'm goin' in 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 Threw the pencil and 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 cha cha cha cha chopper, Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father motherf** a copper, Got the Maserati dancin' on the bridge p**y poppin', Tell the coppers, ha ha ha ha 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 Motherf**er I'm ill A million here a million there Sicilian b**h with long hair with coconut derrière Like smokin' the thinnest air I open the Lamborghini Hopin' them crackers see me like look at dat ba*tard Weezy He's a beast he's a dog he's a muthfukin' problem OK you're a goon but what's a goon (to a goblin) Nothin' nothin' you ain't scarin' nothin' On some f*got bullsh** call 'em Dennis Rodman Call me what you want b**h call me on my Sidekick Never answer when it's private damn I hate a shy b**h Don't you hate a shy b**h yea I ate a shy b**h She ain't shy no more she changed her name to my b**h Yea n***a that's my b**h So when she ask for the money when you through don't be surprised b**h It ain't trickin' if you got it But you like a b**h with no a** you ain't got sh** Motherf**er I'm ill not sick And I'm OK but my watch sick Yea my drop sick Yea my glock sick And my knot thick I'm it Motherf**er I'm ill, Yeah see They say I'm rappin' like BIG, Jay, and 2pac Andre 3000 where is Eryka Badu at Who that Who that said they goin' beat Lil Wayne My name ain't Bic but I keep that flame man Who that one that do that boy ya knew that true the 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 pushin' flowers Then to be in the pen 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 b**hes like I'm Mike Lowry Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me Motherf**er I say life ain't sh** without me Chrome lips pokin' out the coupe look like it's poutin' 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 but they hear me They don't feel me but they fear me I'm illi C three three peat