A Milli
Lil' Wayne Lyrics


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(Bangladesh)
Young Money
Ya 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 smoke in 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 the motherfuckin' 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
Andrรฉ 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

Overall Meaning

In โ€œA Milli,โ€ Lil Wayne uses his unique flow to brag about his wealth and status as a Young Money millionaire. He raps about his superiority over other rappers and compares himself to a venereal disease, saying that he has infected the music industry. He boasts that he doesn't write down his verses because he doesn't have time for it, and instead, his mind is always on making money. Lil Wayne also talks about his violent tendencies, stating that he follows โ€œgoon rulesโ€ and will shoot those who cross him. He ends the song with several witty lines, including a play on words with the word โ€œill,โ€ which can mean both sick and cool.


The songโ€™s title โ€œA Milliโ€ is short for a million dollars, which is a recurring theme throughout the song. The songโ€™s beat was produced by Bangladesh, who also provided the iconic โ€œMilliโ€ sound bite that repeats throughout the song. The song was released as the lead single from Lil Wayneโ€™s Grammy-winning album โ€œTha Carter IIIโ€ in 2008.


Line by Line Meaning

A millionaire, I'm a Young Money millionaire
I have become a millionaire through my association with Young Money


Tougher than Nigerian hair
I am stronger and more resilient than Nigerian hair, which is known for being tough


My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair
When compared to your career, my skills and success are so superior that it's not fair


I'm a venereal disease, like a menstrual bleed
I'm like a sexually transmitted disease that spreads easily, just like a menstrual bleed


Through the pencil, and leak on the sheet of the tablet in my mind
I create my music without writing anything down, it simply flows from my mind onto the paper


'Cause I don't write shit, 'cause I ain't got time
I don't write my lyrics because I'm too busy and don't have the time


'Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dollar
Every moment of my time is spent making money


And the almighty power of that ch-ch-ch-ch-chopper
My main weapon is my gun, which I refer to as my 'chopper'


Sister, brother, son, daughter, father, motherfuck a copper
I don't care about any family members of police officers, and I hate them all equally


Got the Maserati dancin' on the bridge, pussy poppin'
I am driving my Maserati across the bridge, while women are dancing and twerking on the vehicle


Tell the coppers, "Ha-ha-ha-ha"
I am mocking the police and laughing at them


You can't catch him, you can't stop him
The police will never be able to capture or stop me


I go by them goon rules
I follow the rules of my gang, or 'goons'


If you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em
If you can't defeat your enemies, then you have to kill them


You can't man 'em then you mop 'em
If you can't take control of them, then you have to eliminate them


You pop 'em 'cause we pop 'em like Orville Redenbacher (ooh)
We kill our enemies just like Orville Redenbacher pops popcorn


A million here, a million there
I am making millions of dollars easily


Sicilian bitch with long hair with coke in her derriere
I have a beautiful Sicilian woman with long hair who carries drugs in her butt


Like smoke in the thinnest air
The drugs she carries are barely noticeable, like smoke in thin air


I open the Lamborghini, hopin' them crackers see me
I want white people to see me driving my expensive Lamborghini sports car


Like, look at that bastard Weezy
I want people to admire me for being a bastard, and for being successful in spite of that


He's a beast, he's a dog, he's the motherfuckin' problem
I am a powerful and dangerous person who causes problems for others


Okay, you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin?
Being a goon is nothing compared to being a goblin, which is even more powerful and dangerous


Nothin', nothin', you ain't scarin' nothin'
You are not intimidating or scaring anyone


On some faggot bullshit, call 'em Dennis Rodman
I insult people who act like a 'faggot' by calling them Dennis Rodman, who is considered to be eccentric and weird


Call me what you want, bitch
You can refer to me by any name, but don't disrespect me


Call me on my Sidekick
You can contact me through my Sidekick phone


Never answer when it's private
I don't answer calls from private or unknown phone numbers


Damn, I hate a shy bitch
I don't like women who are shy or timid


Don't you hate a shy bitch?
I assume that others also dislike shy women


Yeah, I ate a shy bitch
I had sex with a shy woman who is no longer shy around me


She ain't shy no more
The woman who was once shy is no longer shy around me


She changed her name to My Bitch
I refer to the woman as 'My Bitch'


So when she ask for the money when you through
If she asks you for money after you're done with her, don't be surprised


And it ain't trickin' if you got it
Spending money on women is not really tricking or wasting money if you have a lot of it


But you like a bitch with no ass, you ain't got shit
If you're attracted to a woman with no butt, then you don't have very high standards


Motherfucker, I'm ill not sick
I am skilled and successful, not unwell or sick


And I'm okay, but my watch sick
I am fine, but my watch is extremely impressive and luxurious


Yeah, my drop sick
My car is incredibly impressive and high-end


Yeah, my Glock sick
My gun is powerful and impressive


And my knot thick, I'm it
I have a lot of money and am very successful


See, they say I'm rappin' like B.I.G., Jay, and 2Pac
People compare my rapping style to that of famous rappers B.I.G., Jay-Z, and 2Pac


Andrรฉ 3000, where is Erykah Badu at? Who that?
I am wondering where Andrรฉ 3000 is and who Erykah Badu is dating


Who that said they gon' beat Lil Wayne?
Whoever said they could defeat me must be mistaken


My name ain't Bic, but I keep that flame, man
My name is not Bic, but I have fire and passion in my music


Who that one that do that, boy?
Who is the person who makes great music? It's me


You knew that, true that, swallow
I know that you knew this about me, and you just have to accept it


And I be the shit, now you got loose bowels
My skills are so amazing that they are causing you to have diarrhea


I don't owe you like two vowels
I don't owe you anything, not even two vowels


But I would like for you to pay me by the hour
Even though I don't owe you anything, I would still like to be paid for my time and talent


And I'd rather be pushin' flowers
I would rather be dead and have flowers pushed on my grave than not be successful


Than to be in the pen sharin' showers
I would rather be dead and buried than be in prison and have to share showers with other inmates


Tony told us this world was ours
My friend Tony said that the world was ours for the taking


And the Bible told us every girl was sour
Despite the Bible saying that every woman is evil, it doesn't stop me from pursuing them


Don't play in her garden and don't smell her flower
Don't try to get too close to a woman, or you might get hurt


Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower
You can call me by my nickname, Mr. Carter, or by my metaphorical name, Mr. Lawn Mower, which refers to how I cut down my competition


Boy, I got so many bitches, like I'm Mike Lowrey
I have so many women in my life that it's like I'm the character Mike Lowrey from the movie Bad Boys


Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me
Even famous singer Gwen Stefani has acknowledged my talent and greatness


Motherfucker, I say, life ain't shit without me
I am vital and important to the world, and life would not be the same without me


Chrome lips pokin' out the coupe, look like it's poutin'
The chrome lips of my car are sticking out like they are pouting


I do what I do and you do what you can do about it
I will continue doing what I'm doing, and you can't do anything to stop me


Bitch, I can turn a crack rock into a mountain, dare me
I am so powerful that I can turn something small like a crack rock into a massive mountain if I want to


Don't you compare me
Don't compare me to anyone else, as there is no one who is like me


'Cause there ain't nobody near me
No one can come close to the level of my success and skill


They don't see me but they hear me
People might not see me in person, but they hear my music and know who I am


They don't feel me, but they fear me
People might not fully understand me, but they are afraid of me and my power


I'm illy, C3, 3 Peat
I am incredibly talented and have achieved a three-peat of success in my career




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

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jason_vorhees13

[Verse 1]
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-cha-cha-cha-chopper
Sister, brother, son, daughter, father; mother-fuck 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


[Chorus]
Motherfucker, I'm ill


[Verse 2]
A million here, a million there
Sicilian bitch with long hair, with coke in her derriere
Like smoking 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 mothafuckin' 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 โ€” I'm it


[Chorus]
Motherfucker, I'm ill


[Verse 3]
See, they say I'm rappin' like B.I.G., Jay, and 2Pac
Andrรฉ 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 โ€” dare me
Don't you compare me, โ€˜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



Mohamed Hassissi

Young Money! You dig? Mack I'm going 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 I 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-cha-cha-chopper
Sister, brother, son, daughter, father, mother-fuck a copper
Got the Maserati dancing on the bridge, pussy popping
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

Mothafucka, I'm ill

A million here a million there
Sicilian bitch with long hair, with coke in her derriere
Like smoke in the thinnest air, I open the Lamborghini
Hoping them crackers see me like look at that bastard Weezy
He's a beast, he's a dog, he's a mothafuckin' problem
Okay, you're a goon but what's a goon to a goblin?
Nothing, nothing, you ain't scaring nothing
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
And 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
It ain't trickin' if you got it
But you like a bitch with no ass: you ain't got shit
Motherfucka 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

Mothafucka, I'm ill

They say I'm rapping like B.I.G, Jay, and 2Pac
Andrรฉ 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 O U like two vowels
But I would like for you to pay me by the hour
And I'd rather be pushing flowers
Than to be in the pen sharing 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
Mothafucka, I say life ain't shit without me
Chrome lips poking out the coupe, look like it's pouting
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



All comments from YouTube:

Nick Stewart

I know it's been out for years, but, this is STILL one of the HARDEST beats ever!!! Bangladesh killed this!!!

RDGmar

im saying

pavle 1337

โ€‹@rdgmar

Sting Rey

Iโ€™m not a Wayne fan but this song is fucking insane. You can tell this was a straight freestyle that was recorded.

Joseph Booker

If you not a Wayne fan, go listen to 6 foot 7 foot and become one of us

skipper

Imagine not being a Wayne fan :/

Dylan La'Villain

โ€‹@LLKKIOdude I'd delete this comment while ya still have ya dignity ๐Ÿคฃ

Finesse Kidd

@Dylan La'Villainword lol ๐Ÿ˜‚

G 14

Not a Wayne fan? Hahahhahahhahahahhah!! Interesting

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The Kid In The Red Hoodie

Mark my words, this song is going to be one of the songs from our generation that our kids will listen to and regard as a classic

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