Lyrics: LIL WAYNE "MILLI" (0/16)

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(A milli, a milli, a milli)

I'm a Young Money Millie in aire, tougher than Nigerian hair,

My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair,

I’ma millionaire

I'm a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed...

I’m a young money millionaire, tougher than Nigerian hair

Threw the pencil and leak on the sheet of the tablet in my mind,

My criteria compared to your career just isn’t fair

Cause I don't write shit cause I ain't got time,

I’ma venereal disease like a menstrual bleed

Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the al mighty dollar,

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

Threw the pencil and leak the sheet of the tablet in my mind

Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father motha fuck a copper,

Cuz I don’t write shit cuz I ain’t got time

Got da maserati dancin on the bridge trunk poppin,

Cuz my seconds, minutes, hours go to the all mighty dollar

Tell the coppers... hahahaha you can't catch em, you can't stop em,

And the all mighty power of dat chit cha cha chopper

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,

Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father mothafucker a copper

You can't stand em then you drop em,

Got da Maserati dancin’ on the bridge pussy poppin’

You pop em cause we pop em like Orville Redenbacher,

Tell the coppers, ha ha ha ha you can’t catch ‘em, you can’t stop ‘em

Mother Fucker I'm Ill,

I go by them goon rules if you can’t beat ‘em then you prop ‘em

Yeah,

A Million here a million there,

You cant man ‘em then you mop ‘em

Sicily with bitches with long hair,

You cant stand ‘em then you drop ‘em

With coconuts every year,

You drop ‘em cuz we pop ‘em like Orville Redenbacher

Like smoking in the scare,

Motherfucker I'm ill

I opened the Lamborghini,

Hoping them crackers see me,

A million here, a million there

Like look at that bastard Weezy,

Sicilian bitch with long hair, with coke in her derrierre

he's a beast,

Like smoke in the thinnest air

he's a dog,

I open the Lamborghini

he's a motherfuckin problem,

Hopin' them crackers see me like, "Look at that bastard Weezy”

Okay your a goon, what's a goon to a goblin,

Nothin, Nothin,

“He's a beast he's a dog, he's a motherfuckin' problem"

You ain't scarin nothin,

Okay you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin?

I'm so faggot and bullshit call him Dennis Rodman,

Nothin', nothin', you ain't scarin' nothin'

Call me what you want bitch,

On some faggot bullshit

Call him my sidekick,

Call him Dennis Rodman

Ask him what is poppin'

Damn I hate a shy bitch,

Call me what you want bitch

don't you hate a shy bitch

Call me on my Sidekick

yeah I ate a shy bitch - she ain't shy no mo'

Never answer when it's private

She changed her name to my bitch Hahaha, yea nigga that's my bitch

Damn I hate a shy bitch

So when she ask for the money ????????????,

And I ain't trippin if you got it,

Don't you hate a shy bitch?

But you like a bitch with no ass you ain't got shit,

Yeah I ate a shy bitch

Motherfucker I'm Ill,

She ain't shy no more, she changed her name to my bitch

Not sick,

Yeah nigga, that's my bitch

And I'm okay,

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

But my watch sick,

Yeah my drop sick,

It ain't trickin' if you got it

Yeah my glock sick,

But you like a bitch with no ass, you ain't got shit

And I'm not thick,

Motherfucker I'm ill, not sick

I'm Ill,

And I'm o.k., but my watch sick

Motherfucker I'm Ill,

So they say I'm rappin like B.G. and Tupac Andre 3000,

Yeah my drop sick

Where is Erica Du????,

Yeah my glock sick

Who said that they goin to beat Lil' Wayne,

Am I not thick?

My name ain't big,

I'm it

But I keep that frame,

Motherfucker I'm ill

See, they say I'm rappin' like B.I.G., 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 that flame

Now who that wanna do that, boy you knew that chew 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

But I'd like for you to pay me by the hour

Hahaha

And I'd rather be pushin' flowers

And I'd rather be pushing flowers,

Than to be in the pen sharin' showers

Than to be in the penn sharing showers

Tony told us this world was ours

See 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

Don't play in her garden, and don't smell her flower

Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower

Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawnmower

Boy I got so many girls like I'm Michael Lowry

Boy I got so many bitches like I'm Mike Lowery

Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me

Even Gwen Stefani say she couldn't doubt me

Motherfucker I say like face 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 will 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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