(Bangladesh) Young Money Ya dig Yeah, Mac I'm going in
[Verse 1] I'm 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 dat cha cha cha cha chopper Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father motha fuck a coppa' Got da Maserati dancin on the bridge pussy poppin Tell the coppa's... hahahaha you can't catch em, you can't stop em I go by them goon rules If you can't beat em then you prop 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
Muthafuka I'm ill...Wayne im gone
[Verse 2] A million here a million there Sicilian bitch with long hair with coconut derriere Like smokin the thinnest air I open the Lamborghini Hopin them crackers see me like look at dat bastard Weezy He's a beast, he's a dog, he's a mutha fuckin problem Ok 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 yea I ate a Chi bitch And she ain't shy no more she changed her name to my bitch Yea 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 Mutha fucka I'm ill not sick And I'm O.K. but my watch sick Yea my drop sick Yea my Glock sick And my knot thick I'm it
Muthafuka I'm ill...
[Verse 3] They say I'm rappin like Big, Jay and Tupac Andre 3000 where is Eryka Badu at Who dat Who dat said they gonna beat Lil Wayne My name ain't Bic but I keep dat flame man Who dat one dat do dat boy ya knew dat true da swallow And I be da shit now u 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 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 Lowry Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me Mutha fucka 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 but they hear me They don't feel me but they fear me I'm illi
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