Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song A milli , by - Lil Wayne. Release date: 30.09.2012
Song language: English
A milli |
| Young Money |
| Ya Dig |
| A millionaire, I’m a young money millionaire |
| Tougher than Nigerian hair |
| My criteria compared to your career this 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 dollar |
| And the all mighty power of that ch, ch, ch, ch chopper |
| Sister, brother, son, daughter, father mothafuck a coppa |
| Got the Maserati dancin' on the bridge pussy poppin' |
| Tell the coppers 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 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! |
| Motherfucker I’m ill |
| A million here, a million there |
| Sicilian bitch with long hair |
| With coke in the derriere |
| Like smoking 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 motherfucking problem |
| OK, you’re a goon but what’s a goon to a goblin? |
| Nothing, nothing -- you ain’t scarin' nothing |
| On some faggot bullshit call him Denise 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 |
| Hahahaha, 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 go shit |
| Motherfucker I’m ill, not sick |
| And I’m OK but my watch sick, yeah my drop sick, yeah my Glock sick and my knot |
| thick |
| IM It! |
| Motherfucker I’m Ill! |
| Yeah |
| See |
| They say I’m rapping like Big, Jay and 2Pac, Andre 3000 where is Erykah Baduh |
| at? |
| Who that? |
| Who that say they’re gonna beat Lil' Wayne |
| My name ain’t BIC, but I keep that flame man |
| Who that one that do that boy? |
| You all knew that |
| True 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 |
| Ha ha, and I’d rather be pushing flowers |
| Than to be in the penn sharing showers |
| Ha, Tony told us this world was ours |
| And the Bible told us every girl was sour |
| Don’t play in the garden and don’t smell her flower |
| Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower |
| Boy I got so many bitches like I’m Michael Lowry |
| Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn’t doubt me |
| Motherfucker I say life ain’t shit without me |
| Chrome lips poking out the coup look like it’s pouting |
| I do what I do and you do what you can do about it Bitch |
| I could 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 |
| Hahahaha |