Letras: Lil' Wayne. A Millie 2.0.

[Verse 1:]
I'm 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 chit cha cha cha 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 drop em cause we pop em like Orville Redenbacher,

[Verse 2:]
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 me like look at da bastard Weezy
He's a beast, he's a dog, he's a muthafukin problem
Ok your a goon but what's a goon to a goblin
Nothin, not them, you ain'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 it's private damn I hate a shy Bitch
Don't u hate a shy bitch yea I ate a shy bitch
And she ain't shy no mo' she changed her name to My bitch
Yea 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 u got it
But u like a bitch with no ass u ain't got shit
Muthafucka I'm ILL not sick
And I'm ok but my watch sick
Yea my drop sick
Yea my glock sick
And my knot thick
I it

Muthafucka I'm ILL...

[Verse 3:]
They say I'm rappin like BIG, Jay, and Tupac
Andre 3000 where is Erikah Baduh at
Who dat
Who dat said they gon beat lil wayne
My name ain't Bic but I keep dat flame man
Who dat wanna
Dat do dat boy
Ya knew dat u would Swallow
And I be da shit now u got loose bowels
I don't owe you like two vowels
But I would like for u to pay me by the hour
And I'd rather be pushin flowers
Then 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. Lawn Mouwer
Boy I got so many bitches like I'm Mike Lowry
Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me
Muthafucka I say life ain't shit without me
Chrome lips pokin out the coupe look like it's poutin
I do what I do and u do what u can't do about it
Bitch I can turn a crack rock into a mountain
Damn dat
Don't u compare me cause there ain't nobody near me They don't see but they hear me
They don't feel me but they feel me I'm ILLIE
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