Young Money
Ya Digg
Yeah
Macoroni

I'm a Millionaire,
I'm a Young Money Milli in aire
Tougher than Nigerian hair
My criteria compared to your career
Just isn't fair
I'm a venereal disease
Like a menstrual I bleed
Threw the pencil and leak
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 chit cha cha chopper
Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter
Father muthaf**ka copper
Got da maserati dancin'
On the bridge pussy poppin
Tell the coppers
Hahaha 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

Im Milli in here wit them
Young Money Milli in aires
Think you really pop a wheelie in air
Mac Milli
The Vanilli’s in here
I'm 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 I'm Akon
Cuz I make cons..
Where the base gone
Get the base blown
Let the Pistons on that chopper
Come on cops
I'm kamikaze drop a rock wit them Obamas
Illi in the mind
Really wit the nine
Milli 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
I'm Illi and its all off G
Piece and a P..G
Walk by beep beep
Wit 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 be the ref
Excuse me I left..
Ha

OK
I'm millionaire
I'm a Young Money Milli in aire
What chyall really want it now
Y'all dont really wanna do it
If hip hop is dead
I am the environment fluid
And I don't care who it be, I'm steppin 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 its 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 it say...
Hahaha
Yea
And it go...
Thats right

I'm millionaire
I'm a young money
Cash money
Fast money
Slow money
Mo' money
Neva low 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 nigga beatin to
Make a rest in peace shirt of me
Cuz I killed and now don't tell
No one you heard of me
Its like, the beat was screamin,
Murder me
And I'm a, murderer
So I murdered it
And you rappers is what
I eatin' I'll make sure of it
And he who don't believe me
I'll make dessert of him
Sherbet him,
I mean
Shame on him
I heard Carter father of
This rap thang,
This is my race
Gon' take a lap man weezy babys nursery
Now gon' take a nap man,
It's 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 3000
Where is Erykah Badu at
Who dat
Who dat said they gon' beat Lil Wayne
My name ain't Vic, but I keep that flame
Who dat one
Dat do that boy
Yall knew dat
True dat swallow
And I be the shhhh
Now you got loose bottoms
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 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 Mula Baby
C3 Well
Come On Nay Nay
Daddy's Better

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