[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

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