a milli

• lil wayne'in olanı:
  
  (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
  
  c3, 3 peat