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[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 SongtexteOn 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 C3 [x3] Aus Songtexte Mania