Lil Wayne - A Milli lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Wayne - A Milli lyrics]
Bangladesh young Money!
You dig? Mack, I'm going in
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 that ch-cha-cha-cha-chopper
Sister, brother, son, daughter
Father mother-fuck a copper
Got the Maserati dancin' on the bridge
Pussy poppin' tell the coppers: "Ha ha ha ha
You can't catch him, you can't stop him"
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 her 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 mothafuckin' problem
Okay, 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? yeah
I ate a shy bitch she ain't shy no more
She changed her name to My Bitch
Yeah, nigga, that's my bitch, so when she ask
For the money when you
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
Motherfucker, I'm ill, not sick
And I'm okay, but my watch sick, yeah
My drop sick
Yeah, my Glock sick, and my knot thick I'm it
Motherfucker, I'm ill
See, they say I'm rappin' like BIG, Jay
And 2Pac andré 3000
Where is Erykah Badu at? Who that?
Who that said they gon' beat Lil Wayne?
My name ain't Bic, but I keep that flame, man
Who that one that do that, boy?
You 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
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 Lowrey
Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me
Motherfucker, 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 me but they hear me
They don't feel me but they fear me
I'm illy, C3, 3 Peat
You dig? Mack, I'm going in
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 that ch-cha-cha-cha-chopper
Sister, brother, son, daughter
Father mother-fuck a copper
Got the Maserati dancin' on the bridge
Pussy poppin' tell the coppers: "Ha ha ha ha
You can't catch him, you can't stop him"
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 her 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 mothafuckin' problem
Okay, 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? yeah
I ate a shy bitch she ain't shy no more
She changed her name to My Bitch
Yeah, nigga, that's my bitch, so when she ask
For the money when you
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
Motherfucker, I'm ill, not sick
And I'm okay, but my watch sick, yeah
My drop sick
Yeah, my Glock sick, and my knot thick I'm it
Motherfucker, I'm ill
See, they say I'm rappin' like BIG, Jay
And 2Pac andré 3000
Where is Erykah Badu at? Who that?
Who that said they gon' beat Lil Wayne?
My name ain't Bic, but I keep that flame, man
Who that one that do that, boy?
You 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
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 Lowrey
Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me
Motherfucker, 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 me but they hear me
They don't feel me but they fear me
I'm illy, C3, 3 Peat