A Milli Lyrics - Tha Carter Iii - Lil Wayne

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 poppin' 

Tell the coppers: "Ha-ha-ha-ha 

You can't catch him, you can't stop him" 

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 

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Motherfucker, 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, hopin' 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? 

Nothin', nothin', you ain't scaring nothin' 

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 

Motherfucker, 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 

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Motherfucker, I'm ill 

They say I'm rappin' 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 owe you 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 

Motherfucker, 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