Lil Wayne - A Milli

hehehaNey-neyDaddys backYeahC3A Millionaire,I'm a Young Money Millie in aire, tougher than Nigerian hair,My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair,I'm a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed...Threw 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 al mighty dollar,And the al mighty power of that ch, ch, ch, ch chopperSister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father motha fuck a copper,Got da maserati dancin on the bridge trunk poppin,Tell the coppers... 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 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,Young MoneyC3Ney-Ney Daddys back heyOkA Millionaire I'm a young money millionaireWhat chyall really want it nawY'all don't really wanna do itIf hip hop is dead I am the embalming fluidAnd I don't care who it be, I'm steppin to itNotice I say 'it' cause to me, it ain't shitGet. it.Call me whacha like trick?Call me on my sidekick*Never answer when it's *private*Man I hate a shy chickDon't you hate a shy chickI had a plate of shy chick and she ain't shy no mo'She changed her name to my chickHahaha, yea boy that's my girlAnd she pops excellent up in waynes worldTotally dude you shouldSee their faces when they see thatThis robot can moveAnd it's say...[ Find more Lyrics at org/UHcc ]Hahaha, yeaAnd it go...That's rightI'm a millionaire I'm aYoung money cash money fast moneySlow money mo' money neva no moneyWhat is that, who is that, I never heard of itI will take your picture and make a 'rest in peace' shirt of itTell those n***** beatin to make a rest in peace shirt of me cause IKilled and now don't tell no one you heard of meIt's like, the beat was screamin, murder meAnd I'm a, murdererSo I murdered itAnd you n***** is what I eatin I'll make sure of itAnd he who don't believe me I'll make dessert of himSherbet him, I meanShame on him, or herCut her father upThis rap thang, this is my raceGon' take a lap man weezy babys nurseryNow gon' take a nap man, it's nap timeI'll holla back at you at snack timeWeezy... F... yea, okThey say I'm rappin like Big, Jay, and TupacAndre 3 Thousand where is erykah badu atWho datWho dat said they gon' beat Lil WayneMy name ain't bic, but I keep that flame boiWho dat oneDat do dat boyYa'll knew datTrue dat swallowAnd I be the shhhhNow you got loose bowelsI don't owe you like two vowelsBut I'd like for you to pay me by the hourHahahaAnd I'd rather be pushing flowers,Than to be in the penn sharing showersSee Tony told us this world was oursAnd the Bible told us every girl was sourDon't play in the garden and don't smell her flowerCall me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn MowerBoy I got so many girls like I'm Michael LowryEven Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt meMan, life, just ain't life, without meHip hop just ain't hip hop, without meYoung moola baby