Ima Millionaire, 
Im a Young Money Millie in aire, tougher than Nigerian hair, 
My criteria compared to your career just isnt fair, 
Ima venereal disease like a menstrual bleed.. 
Threw the pencil and leak the sheet of the tablet in my mind, 
Cuz I dont write shit cuz I aint got time, 
Cuz my seconds, minutes, hours go to the al mighty dollar, 
And the al mighty power of dat chit cha cha chopper, 
Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father mother f**k a copper,
Got da maserati dancin on the bridge pussy poppin, 
Tell the coppers..hahahaha you cant catch them, you cant stop em, 
I go by them goon rules if you cant beat em then you pop em, 
You can't man them then you mop em, 
You can't stand em then you drop em, 
You drop em cuz we pop em like Orville Redenbacher, 

[Cory Gunz] 
Im Millie in here wit them Young Money Milli on aires, 
Think you really pop a wheelie in air, 
Mac Milli..the Vanilli’s in here.. im a rascal dont get whopped, 
I get brats who dont give top, 
I get tassel, pass you wit a flow you could never put a brake on, 
An I break on anything a nigga take on, 
Feel the napalm from my trey arm, straight long, throw a nigga like im Akon, 
Cuz I make cons.. Where the base gone, get the base blown, 
Let the Pistons on that chopper come on cops im kamikaze drop a rock with them
Obamas, 
Illie in the mind, really with the nine, millie when I rhyme, silly anytime, 
Fine, chilly gitty on da grind, Shitty on a dime, Penny on the line, 
Plentys in me, any guinea’s wit em bigger than a mini and remind im.. 
Illie and its all off G piece and a P..G walk by beep beep, 
With a freak, skeet, Hawk Out, big feet on a jeep.. 
She caught by Weezy F, we be the best, 
Truely to death prove me the rest, 
Groupies confess, you'll be the ref, excuse me I left..Ha 


young money 

nay nay, daddys back 
ok 

a millionaire im a young money millionaire 
what shall really want it now 
y’all dont really wanna do it 
if hip hop is dead I am the embalming fluid 
and I don’t care who it be, I’m stepping to it 
notice I say ‘it’ cuz to me, it ain’t shit 
get. it. 
call me whacha 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 a plate of shy chick and she ain’t shy no mo’ 
she changed her name to my chick 
hahaha, yea boy thats my girl 
and she pops excellent up in Wayne's world 
totally dude you should 
see their faces when they see that 
this robot can move 
and its say… 
hahaha, yea 
and it go… 
thats right 

I’m a millionaire I’m a 
young money cash money fast money 
slow money mo’ 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 
tell those niggers beating to make a rest in peace shirt of me cuz I 
killed and now don’t tell no one you heard of me 
it's like, the beat was screaming, murder me 
and I’m a, murderer 
so I murdered it 

and you nigger is what i eating ill make sure of it 
and he who don’t believe me I’ll make dessert of him 
sherbet 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 
now gon’ take a nap man, its nap time 
I’ll holla back at you at snack time 

Weezy… F…. yea, ok 
they say I’m rappin like Big, Jay, and Tupac 
Andre 3 Thousand 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 
who dat one 
dat do dat boy 
yall knew dat 
true dat swallow 
and I be the shhhh 
now you got loose bowels 
I don’t owe you like two vowels 
but I’d like for you to pay me by the hour 
hahaha 
and I’d rather be pushing flowers, 
than to be in the penn sharing showers 
see Tony told us this world was ours 
and the Bible told us every girl was sour 
dont play in the garden and don’t smell her flower 
call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower 
boy I got so many girls like I’m Michael Lowry 
even Gwen Stefani said she couldn’t doubt me 

man, life, just ain’t life, 
hip hop just ain’t hip hop,