Lil' Wayne

Lil' Wayne - A Millie (Clean)

rate me

A millionaire

I'm a young money millionaire

Tougher than Nigerian hair

My criteria compared to your carreer just isnt fair

I'm a venereal disease like a menstrual I bleed

Through the pencil and leak on this sheet

Of the tablet in my mind

Cause I don't write nothin cause I ain got time

Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dolla

And the almighty power of Allah... yea

Sister, brother, son, daughter, father, motha lovin coppas

Got the mazerati dancin on the bridge trunk poppin

Tell the coppas 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

C3 ok

A millionaire

I'm a young money millionaire

What chya'll really wanna na

Ya'll don't really wanna do it

If hip hop is dead I am the *embalming fluid*

And I don't care who it be I'm step into it

Notice I say 'it' cause to me it ain't *shhh*

Get it

Call *what you* like trick

Call me on my sidekick

Never answer when it's private

Man I hate a shy chick

Don't you hate a shy chick

I had to *plate* the shy chick

An she *aint* shy no mo

She changed her name to my chick

Yea boy that's my girl

An she pops *excellent* up in Waynes world

Totally dude

You should see their faces when they see that this robot can move

An it say

Yea

And it go

That's right

A millionaire

I'm a young money, cash money, fast money,

Slow money, more money, never no money

What is that, who is that, I never heard of it

I will take your picture and make a rest in peace shirt of it

Someone should take this beat and make a rest in peace shirt of it

Me cause I killed it now don't tell no one you heard of me

It's like, the beat was screamin murder me

And I'm a murderer

So I murdered it

And you rappers is what I eat and I'll make sure of it

And he who don't believe I'll make dessert of him

*Sorbet* him, I mean, shame on him

Or her, Carter father of

This rap thang

This is my race gon take a lap man

Weezy babys *nursery*

Go take a nap man

It's nap time

I holla back at you at snack time

Weezy... f... yea

Ok they say I'm rappin like Big, Jay, and Tupac,

Andre 3000 where is Erykah Badu at

Who dat

Who dat said they gon beat Lil Wayne

My name ain't bic, but I keep that flame boy

Who dat one who do dat boy ya knew dat true dat swallow

An I be the shhhh

Now you got loose bowels

I don't O U like two vowels

But I like for you to pay me by the hour

And I rather be pushin flowers

Then to be in the *penn* sharing showers

See 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 *mister* Carter or mista lawn mower

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

Even Gwen Stefani, said she couldn't doubt me

Man life just ain't life without me

Hip hop just ain't hip hop

Without me

YOUNG MOOLAH BABY C3 WELCOME

Thanks to ImaniĀ©: for these lyrics

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Anonymous
Friday 1st of February 2013 21:39
cool