[Intro]
Hehehehee
Milli, daddy's back!
Mhhmhmhmh, yeah, okay... C3!
[Verse 1]
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 I bleed
I am a young, educated black individual with multiple degrees in Thug Rapping. I apologize for the terrible songs I have mass produced upon the poor ears of anyone who listen to modern hip hop. Niggashit
Cause I don't write nothin' cause I ain't got time
Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dollar
And the almighty power of Allah, yeah
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
[Bridge]
Young Money! C3, Milli, daddy's back...Okay!
[Verse 2]
A millionaire
I'm a young money millionaire
What'ch y'all really wanna 'na
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 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
And she ain't shy no mo'
She changed her name to my chick!
[Bridge]
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
And it say', yeah
And it go'...That's right!
[Verse 3]
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
Me cause 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
Sorbet him, I mean, shame on him
Or her, Carter father of
This rap thang, this is my race gon' take a lap man
Weezy baby's nursery, go take a nap man
It's nap time, I holla back at you at snack time
[Bridge]
Weezy.... F. ... Yeah! Okay
[Verse 4]
They say I'm rappin' like B.I.G, Jay, and 2Pac
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 true 'dat swallow?
And I be the "shhhh"
Now you got loose bowels
I don't owe you 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 pen sharing showers
See Tony told us this world was our's
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 girls like I'm Mike Lowry
Even Gwen Stefani, said she couldn't doubt me...
[Outro]
Man, life just ain't life without me
Hip hop just ain't hip hop
Without me
Young Mula Babyyyyyy! C3!
Hehehehee
Milli, daddy's back!
Mhhmhmhmh, yeah, okay... C3!
[Verse 1]
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 I bleed
I am a young, educated black individual with multiple degrees in Thug Rapping. I apologize for the terrible songs I have mass produced upon the poor ears of anyone who listen to modern hip hop. Niggashit
Cause I don't write nothin' cause I ain't got time
Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dollar
And the almighty power of Allah, yeah
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
[Bridge]
Young Money! C3, Milli, daddy's back...Okay!
[Verse 2]
A millionaire
I'm a young money millionaire
What'ch y'all really wanna 'na
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 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
And she ain't shy no mo'
She changed her name to my chick!
[Bridge]
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
And it say', yeah
And it go'...That's right!
[Verse 3]
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
Me cause 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
Sorbet him, I mean, shame on him
Or her, Carter father of
This rap thang, this is my race gon' take a lap man
Weezy baby's nursery, go take a nap man
It's nap time, I holla back at you at snack time
[Bridge]
Weezy.... F. ... Yeah! Okay
[Verse 4]
They say I'm rappin' like B.I.G, Jay, and 2Pac
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 true 'dat swallow?
And I be the "shhhh"
Now you got loose bowels
I don't owe you 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 pen sharing showers
See Tony told us this world was our's
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 girls like I'm Mike Lowry
Even Gwen Stefani, said she couldn't doubt me...
[Outro]
Man, life just ain't life without me
Hip hop just ain't hip hop
Without me
Young Mula Babyyyyyy! C3!
