Texty: Lil' Wayne. Other. A Milli (Clean Version).

A millionaire
I'm a young money millionaire
Tougher than Nigerian hair
My criteria compared to your carreer just isnt fair
I'm a venereal disease like a menstrual I bleed
Through the pencil and leak on this sheet
Of the tablet in my mind
Cause I don't write nothin cause I ain got time
Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dolla
And the almighty power of Allah... yea
Sister, brother, son, daughter, father, motha lovin coppas
Got the mazerati dancin on the bridge trunk poppin
Tell the coppas ha ha ha ha
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, youngmoney

C3 ok
A millionaire
I'm a young money millionaire
What ya'll really wanna na
Ya'll don't really wanna do it
If hip hop is dead I am the embiotic fluid
And I don't care who it be I'm step into it
Notice I say 'it' cause to me it ain't
Get it
Call *what you* 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 to *plate* the shy chick
An she *aint* shy no mo
She changed her name to my chick
Yea boy that's my girl
An she pops *excellent* up in Waynes world
Totally dude
You should see their faces when they see that this robot can move
An it say
Yea
And it go
That's right
A millionaire
I'm a young money, cash money, fast money,
Slow money, more 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
Someone 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 rappers is what I eat and I'll make sure of it
And he who don't believe I'll make dessert of him
*Sherbet* him, I mean, shame on him
Or her, Carter father of
This rap thang
This is my race gon take a lap man
Weezy babys *nursery*
Go take a nap man
It's nap time
I holla back at you at snack time
Weezy...
yea

Ok they say I'm rappin like Big, Jay, and Tupac,
Andre 3000 where is Erykah Badu at
Who dat
Who dat said they gon beat Lil Wayne
My name ain't bic, but I keep that flame boy
Who dat one who do dat boy ya knew dat chew dat swallow
An I be the shhhh
Now you got loose bowels
I don't Owe U like two vowels
But I like for you to pay me by the hour
And I rather be pushin flowers
Then to be in the *penn* 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 *mister* Carter or mista lawn mower
Boy I got so many girls 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

(Thanks to rob for these lyrics)