A milli Songtext

Young Money 

Ya Dig

A millionaire, I’m a young money millionaire 

Tougher than Nigerian hair 

My criteria compared to your career this 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 shit, ’cause I ain’t got time 

’cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the all mighty dollar 

And the all mighty power of that ch, ch, ch, ch chopper 

Sister, brother, son, daughter, father mothafuck a coppa 

Got the Maserati dancin’ on the bridge pussy poppin’ 

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 drop ’em ’cause we pop ’em like Orville Redenbacher!! 

Motherfucker I’m ill

A million here, a million there 

Sicilian bitch with long hair 

With coke in the derriere 

Like smoking the thinest air 

I open the Lamborghini hopin’ them crackers see me 

Like look at that bastard weezy 

He’s a beast, he’s a dog, he’s a motherfucking problem 

OK, you’re a goon but what’s a goon to a goblin? 

Nothing, nothing — you ain’t scarin’ nothing 

On some faggot bullshit call him Denise Rodman 

Call me what you want bitch, call me on my sidekick 

Never answer when it’s private, damn I hate a shy bitch 

Don’t you hate a shy bitch? 

Yeah I ate a shy bitch 

She ain’t shy no more, she changed her name to me bitch 

hahahaha, yeah, nigga that’s my bitch 

So when she ask for the money, when you through don’t be surprised bitch 

It ain’t trickin’ if you got it 

But you like a bitch with no ass, you ain’t go shit 

Motherfucker I’m ill, not sick 

And I’m OK but my watch sick, yeah my drop sick, yeah my glock sick and my knot thick 

IM It! 

Motherfucker I’m ill! 

Yeah 

See.. 

They say I’m rapping like Big, Jay and Tupac, Andre 3000 where is Erykah Baduh at? Who that? 

Who that say they’re gonna beat Lil’ Wayne 

My name ain’t BIC, but I keep that flame man 

Who that one that do that boy? 

You all knew that 

True that swallow 

And I be the shit now you got loose bowels 

I don’t owe you like two vowels 

But I would like for you to pay me by the hour 

Ha ha, and I’d rather be pushing flowers 

Than to be in the penn sharing showers 

Ha, Tony told us this world was ours 

and the Bible told us every girl was sour 

don’t play in the garden and don’t smell her flower 

call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower 

boy I got so many bitches like I’m Michael Lowry 

even Gwen Stefani said she couldn’t doubt me 

Motherfucker I say life ain’t shit without me 

Chrome lips poking out the coup look like it’s pouting 

I do what I do and you do what you can do about it Bitch 

I could 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 illie 

C3 

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