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 thinest 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 got 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 Tupac, 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
C3
3P
Hahahaha
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