Lil Wayne — A Milli Mixtape Version

[Intro: Lil Wayne] Bangladesh Young Money! You dig? Mack, I'm going in [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] 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-ch-ch-ch-chopper Sister, brother, son, daughter, father, motherfuck a copper Got the Maserati dancing on the bridge, pussy popping Tell the coppers, "Hahahaha 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 [Break: Lil Wayne & Cory Gunz] Yeah, motherfucker I'm ill Yeah, Wayne, I'm going in [Verse 2: Cory Gunz] I'm illy in here with them Young Money millionaires Think you really pop a wheelie in air? Mac Milli, the Vanilli's in here I'm a rascal, don't get whopped I get brats who don't give top I get tassel, pass you with a flow you could never put a brake on And I break on anything a nigga take on Feel the napalm from my trey arm, straight long Throw a nigga like I'm Akon, cause I'm acorns Where the base gone? get the base blown Let the Pistons on that chopper Come on, cops, I'm kamikaze, drop a rock with them Obamas Illie in the mind, really with the nine, millie when I rhyme Silly anytime fine, chilly, gitty on the grind Shitty on a dime, Penny on the line Plenty's in me, any guineas with 'em Bigger than a mini, and remind I'm Illy, and it's all off G.P.s and a PG walk by, beep-beep Need a freak, skeet, hawk out, big feet on a jeep She caught by Weezy F We be the best, truly to death, prove me the rest Groupies confess, you be the ref, excuse me, I left Haha! [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] A millionaire, I'm a young money millionaire What, 'chyall really want it? Nah, y'all don't really wanna do it If hip hop is dead, I am the embalming fluid And I don't care who it be, I'm steppin' to it Notice I say 'it', cause to me, it ain't shit Get, it? Call me whatcha like, trick, call me on my Sidekick Never answer when it's private, man, I hate a shy chick Don't you hate a shy chick? I had a plate of shy chick And she ain't shy no mo', she changed her name to "My chick" Yeah, boy, that's my girl And she pops excellent up in Wayne's world Totally, dude You should see their faces when they see that this robot can move [Break: Lil Wayne] And it say... Hahaha, yeah And it go... That's right [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] A millionaire, I'm a Young Money, Cash Money, fast money Slow money, mo' money, never no money What is that, who is that? I never heard of it I will take your picture and make a "Rest In Peace" shirt of it Some should take this beat and make a "Rest In Peace" shirt of it Because I killed it, now, don't tell no one you heard of me It's like the beat was screamin', "Murder me!" And I'm a murderer, so I murdered it And you niggas is what I'm eating, I'll make sure of it And he who don't believe me, I'll make dessert of him Sherbet him, I mean, shame on him, or her; Carter, father of This rap thing, this is my race Go on, take a lap, man, Weezy Baby's nursery Now, gon' take a nap, man, it's naptime I'll holla back at you at snacktime [Break: Lil Wayne] Weezy... F... Yeah, OK [Verse 5: Lil Wayne] They say I'm rappin' like B.I.G, Jay, and 2Pac André 3000, where is Erykah Badu 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 do dat, boy? You knew dat, you dat swallow And I be the shit, now you got loose bowels I don't O-U like two vowels But I would like for you to pay me by the hour Haha, and I'd rather be pushing flowers Than to be in the pen sharing showers See, 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. Lawnmower Boy, I got so many bitches like I'm Mike Lowry Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me Man, life just ain't life without me Hip-hop just ain't hip-hop without me [Outro: Lil Wayne] Young Moola, baby C3