Letra de A Milli
(Bangladesh)
Young Money
Ya dig
Yeah, Mac I'm going in
[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 almighty dollar
And the almighty power of dat cha cha cha cha chopper
Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father motha fuck a coppa'
Got da Maserati dancin on the bridge pussy poppin
Tell the coppa's... hahahaha 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
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
Muthafuka I'm ill...Wayne im gone
[Verse 2]
A million here a million there
Sicilian bitch with long hair with coconut derriere
Like smokin the thinnest air I open the Lamborghini
Hopin them crackers see me like look at dat bastard Weezy
He's a beast, he's a dog, he's a mutha fuckin problem
Ok you're a goon but what's a goon to a goblin
Nothin nothin 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 you hate a shy bitch yea I ate a Chi bitch
And she ain't shy no more 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 you got it
But you like a bitch with no ass you ain't got shit
Mutha fucka I'm ill not sick
And I'm O.K. but my watch sick
Yea my drop sick
Yea my Glock sick
And my knot thick
I'm it
Muthafuka I'm ill...
[Verse 3]
They say I'm rappin like Big, Jay and Tupac
Andre 3000 where is Eryka Badu at
Who dat
Who dat said they gonna beat Lil Wayne
My name ain't Bic but I keep dat flame man
Who dat one dat do dat boy ya knew dat true da swallow
And I be da shit now u got loose bowels
I don't O U 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. Lawn Mower
Boy I got so many bitches like I'm Mike Lowry
Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me
Mutha fucka 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 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 but they hear me
They don't feel me but they fear me
I'm illi
C3, 3 PEAT
Young Money
Ya dig
Yeah, Mac I'm going in
[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 almighty dollar
And the almighty power of dat cha cha cha cha chopper
Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father motha fuck a coppa'
Got da Maserati dancin on the bridge pussy poppin
Tell the coppa's... hahahaha 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
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
Muthafuka I'm ill...Wayne im gone
[Verse 2]
A million here a million there
Sicilian bitch with long hair with coconut derriere
Like smokin the thinnest air I open the Lamborghini
Hopin them crackers see me like look at dat bastard Weezy
He's a beast, he's a dog, he's a mutha fuckin problem
Ok you're a goon but what's a goon to a goblin
Nothin nothin 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 you hate a shy bitch yea I ate a Chi bitch
And she ain't shy no more 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 you got it
But you like a bitch with no ass you ain't got shit
Mutha fucka I'm ill not sick
And I'm O.K. but my watch sick
Yea my drop sick
Yea my Glock sick
And my knot thick
I'm it
Muthafuka I'm ill...
[Verse 3]
They say I'm rappin like Big, Jay and Tupac
Andre 3000 where is Eryka Badu at
Who dat
Who dat said they gonna beat Lil Wayne
My name ain't Bic but I keep dat flame man
Who dat one dat do dat boy ya knew dat true da swallow
And I be da shit now u got loose bowels
I don't O U 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. Lawn Mower
Boy I got so many bitches like I'm Mike Lowry
Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me
Mutha fucka 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 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 but they hear me
They don't feel me but they fear me
I'm illi
C3, 3 PEAT