Lời bài hát A Milli (Re-Mastered)
Young Money
You dig
Mack I'm going in
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
Through the pencil I 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 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'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
Mothafucka I'm 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's a beast he's a dog
He's a mothafuckin' problem
Okay you're a goon but
What's a goon to a goblin
Nothing nothing
You ain't scaring nothing
On some faggot bullshit
Call 'em Dennis Rodman
Call me what you want bitch
Call me on my Sidekick
Never answer when it's private
Damn I hate a shy bitch
Don't you hate a shy bitch
Yeah I ate a shy bitch
And she ain't shy no more
She changed her name to My Bitch
Yeah nigga that's my bitch
So when she ask
For the money when you through
Don't be surprised bitch
It ain't trickin' if you got it
But you like
A bitch with no ass
You ain't got shit
Motherfucka I'm ill
Not sick and I'm okay
But my watch sick
Yeah my drop sick yeah
My Glock sick
And my knot thick I'm it
Mothafucka I'm ill
They say I'm rapping
Like B.I.G Jay and 2Pac
André 3000
Where is Erykah Badu at
Who that
Who that said
They gon' beat Lil' Wayne
My name ain't 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't O U like two vowels
But I would like for you
To pay me by the hour
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 her garden
And don't smell her flower
Call me Mr. Carter
Or Mr. Lawn Mower
Boy I got so many bitches
Like I'm Mike Lowrey
Even Gwen Stefani said
She couldn't doubt me
Mothafucka I say life ain't
Shit without me
Chrome lips poking out the coupe
Look like it's 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'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 illy C3 3 Peat
