LYRICS
作词 : Kamaal Fareed/D. Carter/Shondrae Crawford/Ali Shaheed Jones-Muhammad
作曲 : Kamaal Fareed/D. Carter/Shondrae Crawford/Ali Shaheed Jones-Muhammad
I'm a Millionaire,
I'm a Young Money Milli in aire
Tougher than Nigerian hair
My criteria compared to your career
Just isn't fair
I'm a venereal disease
Like a menstrual it bleed
Threw the pencil it 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 almighty dollar
And the almighty power
Of dat chit cha cha chopper
Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter
Father mutha****er copper
Got da maserati dancin
On the bridge bitch poppin
Tell the coppers
Hahaha you can't catch Em
You can't stop Em
I go by them goon rules
If you can't beat Then you bop Em
You can't man Then you mop Em
You can't stand Em Then you drop Em
You pop Cause we pop Em
Like Orville Redenbacher
Mutha****er I'm Ill
Yeah
A Million here
A Million there
Sicilian bitch with long hair
With coke in her derriere
Like smokin 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 mutha****in' problem
Ok your a goon
But what's a goon to a goblin
Nothin' nothin' you ain't scarin' nothin'
On some faggot bullshit
Call em Dennis 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 u hate a shy bitch
Yeah I ate a shy bitch
She ain't shy no more
She changed her name to My bitch
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Yea bitch that's my bitch
So when she ask for the Money
When you through
Don't be surprised bitch
It ain't trickin if u got it
But u like a bitch with no ass
You ain't got shit
Mutha****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
Mutha****er I'm Ill...
Yeah See
They say I'm rappin like BIG
Jay And Tupac Andre 3000
Where is Erykah Badu at
Who that
Who that said they gon beat Lil Wayne
My name ain't Bic
But I keep dat flame man
Who that one that do that boy
Ya knew that tru da Swallow
And I be the shit
Now u got loose bowels
I don't owe you like two vowels
But I would like for u to pay me by the hour
And I'd rather be pus*in flowers
Then to be in the penn 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 bitches
Like I'm Mike Lowry
Even Gwen Stefani
Said she couldn't doubt me
Mutha****er I say life
Ain't shit without me
Chrome lips pokin out
The coop like it's poutin
I do what I do and u do
What u can do about it
***** I can turn a crack rock
Into a mountian
Dare me
Don't u 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 Illy
C3
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Hmhmhm