Tekstovi: Lil' Wayne. A Millie (Dirty Version).

[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 venereal disease like a menstrual bleed
Through 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 dolla,
And the all mighty power of dat ch-ch-ch-ch-chopper,
Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father motha fuck a copper,
Got tha maserati dancin on the bridge pussy poppin,
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

Muthafucka, I'm I'll...

[Verse 2]
A milli in here, a milli in there
Sicilian bitch with long hair with coke in her dairyaire
Like smokin the thinnest air, I open the lamborghini
Hopin them crackers see me like look at the bastard Weezy
Hes a beast, hes a dog, hes a motherfuckin problem
Okay, your a goon, but what's a goon to a GOBLIN?
Nuttin, nuttin, you ain't scarin nuttin!
On some faggot bullshit, call him 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
She ain't shy no more, she changed her name to "My Bitch"
Hahaha, yeah nigga that's my bitch,
So when she ask you for the money when your through don't be surprised, bitch
And it ain't trickin if you got it,
But you like a bitch with no ass, you ain't got shit
Muthafucka, I'm I'll, not sick, and I'm okay but my watch sick
Yeah, my drop sick, yeah, my glock sick
Am I not thick, I'm it

Muthafucka, I'm I'll

[Verse 3]
See, they say I'm rappin like BIG, Jay, and Tupac
Andre 3000, where is Erykah Badu at?
Who dat? Who dat say they gon' beat Lil Wayne?
My name ain't Bic but I keep that flame
Now who dat, wanna do dat, boy, you knew that, you can swallow
And I be the shit, now ya go loose bowels
I don't owe you like two vowels
But I would like for you to pay me by the hour
Hahaha, And I'd rather be pushin flowers
Then to be in the pen sharin showers
Tony told us this world is 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. Lawnmower
Boy, I got so many bitches like I'm Mike Lowry
Even Gwen Stefani say she could'ntdoubt me
Mothafucka, I say like fake shit without me
Chrome lips pokin out the Coupe, look like it's poutin
I do what I do and you do what you can do about it
Bitch, I can turn a crack rock into a mountain
Damn that, don't you compare 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

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