[Background: A Milli, A Milli, A Milli] Young Money!!!!! PD, yea, Mack I'm Gonna
[Verse 1] 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 veneareal disease, like a menstrual I bleed Threw the pencil and leak on the sheet of the tablet of my mind Cuz I don't write shit cuz I ain't got time Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dollar And the almighty power of the ch ch ch ch chopper Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father Motherfuck a copper Got the mazzerati dancin on the bridge pussy poppin Tell the coppers hahahaha you can't catch him you can't stop him 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 drop em cuz we pop em like Orville Redenbacher I'm ill!!!!!
[Verse 2] A million here a million there Sicilian bitch wit long hair with coke in her derierre Like smoke in the thinnest air I open that Lambourgini Hopin them crackers see me like look at that bastard Weezy He's a beast he's a dog he's muthafuckin 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 him Dennis Rodman Call what you want bitch call me on my Sidekick I won't answer if it's private damn I hate a shy bitch Don't you hate a shy bitch? Yea I ate a shy bitch an she ain't shy no more 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 An I ain't trickin if you got it But you like a bitch wit no ass you ain't got shit Muthafucka I'm ill not sick An I'm ok but my watch sick Yea my drop sick An my glock sick An my knot thick I'm it Muthafucka I'm ill
[Verse 3] They say I'm rappin like BIG, Jay an 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 mane Who dat wanna do dat boy you knew that chew that swallow An I be the shit now you got loose bowels I don't owe you like two vowels But I would like for you to pay me by the hour An I'd rather be pushin flowers than to be in the pen sharin showers Tony told us this world was ours An the Bible told us baby girl was sour Don't play in the garden an 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 say she couldn't doubt me Muthafucka I say life ain't shit without me Chrome lips pokin out the coupe look like it's poutin I do what I do an you do wat 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 me but they hear me They don't feel me but they fear me I'm illi C3...3 Peat