A Milli - Lil Wayne (lyrics) Young Money! You dig? Mack I\u0027m going in A millionaire I\u0027m a Young Money millionaire, tougher than Nigerian hair My criteria compared to your career just isn\u0027t fair I\u0027m a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed Through the pencil I leak on the sheet of the tablet in my mind Cause I don\u0027t write shit cause I ain\u0027t got time Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dollar And the almighty power of that ch-cha-cha-chopper Sister, brother, son, daughter, father, mother-fuck a copper Got the Maserati dancing on the bridge, pussy popping Tell the coppers ha-ha-ha-ha, you can\u0027t catch \u0027em, you can\u0027t stop \u0027em I go by them goon rules, if you can\u0027t beat \u0027em then you pop \u0027em, you can\u0027t man \u0027em then you mop \u0027em, you can\u0027t stand \u0027em then you drop \u0027em You pop \u0027em cause we pop \u0027em like Orville Redenbacher Mothafucka, I\u0027m ill A million here a million there Sicilian bitch with long hair, with coke in her derriere Like smoke in the thinnest air, I open the Lamborghini Hoping them crackers see me like look at that bastard Weezy He\u0027s a beast, he\u0027s a dog, he\u0027s a mothafuckin\u0027 problem Okay, you\u0027re a goon but what\u0027s a goon to a goblin? Nothing, nothing, you ain\u0027t scaring nothing On some faggot bullshit, call \u0027em Dennis Rodman Call me what you want, bitch, call me on my Sidekick Never answer when it\u0027s private, damn I hate a shy bitch Don\u0027t you hate a shy bitch? Yeah, I ate a shy bitch And she ain\u0027t shy no more, she changed her name to My Bitch Yeah, nigga, that\u0027s my bitch, so when she ask For the money when you through, don\u0027t be surprised, bitch It ain\u0027t trickin\u0027 if you got it But you like a bitch with no ass: you ain\u0027t got shit Motherfucka I\u0027m ill, not sick and I\u0027m okay, but my watch sick Yeah, my drop sick, yeah, my Glock sick, and my knot thick, I\u0027m it Mothafucka, I\u0027m ill They say I\u0027m rapping like B.I.G, Jay, and 2Pac Andr\u00e9 3000, where is Erykah Badu at? Who that? Who that said they gon\u0027 beat Lil\u0027 Wayne? My name ain\u0027t Bic, but I keep that flame, man Who that one that do that boy, you knew that, true that, swallow And I be the shit, now you got loose bowels I don\u0027t O U like two vowels But I would like for you to pay me by the hour And I\u0027d rather be pushing flowers Than to be in the pen sharing showers Tony told us this world was ours And the Bible told us every girl was sour Don\u0027t play in her garden and don\u0027t smell her flower Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower Boy, I got so many bitches like I\u0027m Mike Lowrey Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn\u0027t doubt me Mothafucka, I say life ain\u0027t shit without me Chrome lips poking out the coupe, look like it\u0027s pouting 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\u0027t you compare me cause there ain\u0027t nobody near me They don\u0027t see me but they hear me, they don\u0027t feel me, but they fear me I\u0027m illy, C3, 3 Peat