A Milli
Lil' Wayne Lyrics


(Bangladesh)
Young Money!
You dig?
Yeah
Mack, I'm goin' in

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 shit, 'cause I ain't got time
'Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dollar
And the almighty power of that ch-ch-ch-ch-chopper
Sister, brother, son, daughter, father, motherfuck a copper
Got the Maserati dancin' on the bridge, pussy poppin'
Tell the coppers, "Ha-ha-ha-ha"
You can't catch him, you can't stop him
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 (ooh)

Motherfucker, I'm ill

Yeah
A million here, a million there
Sicilian bitch with long hair, with coke in her derriere
Like smokin' the thinnest 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 mothefuckin' problem
Okay, you're 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 you hate a shy bitch?
Yeah, I ate a shy bitch
She ain't shy no more
She changed her name to My Bitch
Yeah, nigga, that's my bitch
So when she ask for the money when you through
Don't be surprised, bitch!
And it ain't trickin' if you got it
But you like a bitch with no ass, you ain't got shit
Motherfucker, I'm ill not sick
And I'm okay, but my watch sick
Yeah, my drop sick
Yeah, my Glock sick
And my knot thick, I'm it

Motherfucker, I'm ill

Yeah
See, they say I'm rappin' like B.I.G., Jay, and 2Pac
André 3000, 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, man
Who that one that do that, boy?
You 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
And I'd rather be pushin' flowers
Than 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 bitches, like I'm Mike Lowrey
Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me
Motherfucker, I say, life ain't shit 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
Bitch, 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 me but they hear me
They don't feel me, but they fear me
I'm illy, C3, 3 Peat

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Dwayne Carter, Shondrae Crawford, Kamaal Fareed, Charles Hester, Ali Shaheed Muhammad

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JiDion

This gonna be the song I play when I hit 1 Mill Subs☺️

lil Ricky Gaming

Lesssssss goooooo soooonnn g

Benjamin whitman

Play shook ones

Rose Southers

This is so old that when Wayne said “tablet” he literally meant a little book of blank paper.

Unknown User4

Or possibly (A flat Stone Slab) is more of what i think he was going for... Used for messages Around Early 1300s..

aiden english

Oh k

BODA IN WONDERLAND

@Xan Frank no we really didnt not like today how old are you lol it was. Ore or like a moderate phone

BODA IN WONDERLAND

Nah he meant cuniaform

Xan Frank

Ernesto Yepez Hell the iPhone was already out when this came out.

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nyah gill

"How long do you think we'll be in Quarantine for?"

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