Lil' Wayne - A Millie (Dirty Version) lyrics

rate me

young money

a milli (20)

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 all mighty dolla,

And the all mighty power of dat ch-ch-ch-ch-chopper,

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

Got tha maserati dancin on the bridge pussy poppin,

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

Muthafucka, I'm illi

A milli in here, a milli in there

Sicilian bitch with long hair with coke in her dairyaire

Like smokin the thinnest air, I open the lamborghini

Hopin them crackers see me like look at the bastard Weezy

Hes a beast, hes a dog, hes a motherfuckin problem

Okay, your a goon, but what's a goon to a GOBLIN?

Nuttin, nuttin, you ain't scarin nuttin!

On some faggot bullshit, call him 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

Hahaha, yeah nigga that's my bitch,

So when she ask you for the money when your 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

Muthafucka, I'm I'll, not sick, and I'm okay but my watch sick

Yeah, my drop sick, yeah, my glock sick

Am I not thick, I'm it

Muthafucka, I'm iili

See, they say I'm rappin like BIG, Jay, and Tupac

Andre 3000, where is Erykah Badu at?

Who dat? Who dat say they gon' beat Lil Wayne?

My name ain't Bic but I keep that flame

Now who dat, wanna do dat, boy, you knew that, you can swallow

And I be the shit, now ya go loose bowels

I don't owe you like two vowels

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

Hahaha, And I'd rather be pushin flowers

Then to be in the pin sharin showers

Tony told us this world is 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. Lawnmower

Boy, I got so many bitches like I'm Mike Lowry

Even Gwen Stefani they say she could'nt doubt me

Mothafucka, I say like fake 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

Damn that, don't you compare 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 illi

C3, 3 Peat...

Thanks to lexy for these lyrics