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[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 SongtexteHes 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 C3, 3 Peat... Aus Songtexte Mania