Milli Lyrics - Lil Wayne

(A milli, a milli, a milli) 

I'ma millionaire 

I'm a young money millionaire, tougher than Nigerian hair 

My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair 

I'ma venereal disease like a menstrual bleed 

Threw the pencil and leak the sheet of the tablet in my mind 

Cuz I don't write shit cuz I ain't got time 

Cuz my seconds, minutes, hours go to the all mighty dollar 

And the all mighty power of dat chit cha cha chopper 

Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father mothafucker a copper 

Got da 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 prop 'em 

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You cant man 'em then you mop 'em 

You cant stand 'em then you drop 'em 

You drop 'em cuz we pop 'em like Orville Redenbacher 

Motherfucker I'm ill 

A million here, a million there 

Sicilian bitch with long hair, with coke in her derrierre 

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 motherfuckin' problem" 

Okay you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin? 

Nothin', nothin', you ain't scarin' nothin' 

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 

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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 

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 o.k., but my watch sick 

Yeah my drop sick 

Yeah my glock sick 

Am I not thick? 

I'm it 

Motherfucker I'm ill 

See, they say I'm rappin' like B.I.G., Jay, and Tupac 

Andre 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 

Now who that wanna do that, boy you knew that chew 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 pushin' flowers 

Than to be in the pen sharin' 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. Lawnmower 

Boy I got so many bitches like I'm Mike Lowery 

Even Gwen Stefani say she couldn't doubt me 

Motherfucker I say like face 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 will 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 illie, C3