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 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 all
mighty dollar,
And the all mighty power of dat cha cha cha cha
chopper,
Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father motha
fuck a copper,
Got da maserati dancin on the bridge pussy
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,
A millie in here a millie in there
Sicilian bitch with long hair with coke in the
derriere
Like smoke in the thinest air I open the
Lamborghini
Hopin them crackers see like look at dat
bastard Weezy
Hes a beast hes, a dog hes, the muthfukin
problem
Ok your a goon but whatÂ’s a goon to a goblin?
Nothin, nothin you ainÂ’t scarin nothin
On some faggot bullshit call em dennis rodman
Call me what you want bitch call me on my
Sidekick
Never answer when itÂ’s private damn I hate a
shy Bitch
DonÂ’t u hate a shy bitch? yea I fucked a shy
bitch
And she ainÂ’t shy nomoe she changed her
name to My bitch
Yea nigga thatÂ’s my bitch
So when she ask for the money when you
through don’t be suprised bitch
And It ainÂ’t trickin’ if u got it
But u like a bitch with no ass u ainÂ’t got shit
Muthafuka IÂ’m ill not sick
And IÂ’m ok, but my watch sick
Yea my drop sick
Yea my glock sick
And my knot thick
I’m it
Muthafuka IÂ’m IllÂ…
Ya see….
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 maine
Who dat one
Dat do dat boy
Ya’ll knew dat
True dat swallow
And I be the shit
Now you got loose bowels
I don’t “O-U” 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 pen sharing showers
Tony told us this world was ours
And the Bible told us every girl was sour
Don’t play in the garden and don’t smell her
flower
Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower
Boy I got so many bitches like I’m Michael
Lowry
Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn’t doubt me
Muthafuka I say life ainÂ’t shit without me
Chrome lips pokin out the coop like itÂ’s poutin
I do what I do and u do what u can do about it
Bitch I can turn a crack rock into a mountian
Dare me?
DonÂ’t u compare me cause there ainÂ’t noody
near me
They donÂ’t see me but they hear me
They donÂ’t feel me but they fear me
IÂ’m Illie
C3 3 Peat
