A Millie 2.0 Lyrics

I'm a Millionaire,

I'm a Young Money Millie in aire, tougher than Nigerian hair,

My criteria compared to your career just isnt fair,

I'm a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed...

Threw 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 dat chit ch ch ch chopper,

Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter,*for* the motha **** copper,

Got da maserati dancin on the bridge pu*** 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 chop em,

You can't man em then you mop em,

You can't stand em then you drop em,

You drop em cause we pop em like Orville Redenbacher,

A millie in here a millie in there

Sicilian bitch with long hair with coke in the dariare

Like smokin the thinest air I open the Lamborghini

Hopin them crackers see like look at dat bastard Weezy

Hes a beast hes, a dog hes, a mutha** problem

Ok your 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 u hate a shy bitch yea I ate a shy 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 u got it

But u like a bitch with no ass u ain't got shit

Mutha** I'm I'll not sick

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Yea my drop sick

Yea my glock sick

And my knot thick

Im it

Mutha** I'm I'll...

They say I'm rappin like BIG, jay, and tupac

Andre 3000 where is erika baduh at

Who dat

Who dat said dey gon beat lil wayne

My name ain't Bic but I keep dat flame man

Who dat one dat do dat boy ya knew dat tru da Swallow

And I be da shit now u got loose bottoms

I don't owe you like two vowels

But I would like for u to pay me by the hour

And I'd rather be pushin flowers

Then to be in the pin 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 Mowry

Even Gwen Stefani said she could'ntdoubt me

Mutha** I say life ain't shit without me

Chrome lips pokin out the coop like it's poutin

I do what I do and u do what u can do about it

Bitch I can turn a crack rock into a mountian

Damn dat

Don't u compare me cause there ain't noody near me They don't see but they hear me

They don't feel me but they feel me I'm I'll

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