Lyrics:

[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 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 dolla,
And the all mighty power of dat ch-ch-ch-ch-chopper,
Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father motha fuck a copper,
Got tha maserati dancin on the bridge pussy poppin,
Tell the coppers... 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,

[Verse 2:]
A millie in here
With them Young Money Millionaires
Think you wheelie 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, An 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 make cons... 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 da grind, Shitty on a dime,
Penny on the line, Plentys in me, any guinea's with em bigger than a mini and remind
I'm Illie and it's all off G piece and a P... G walk by beep beep,
With a freak, skeet, Hawk Out, big feet on a jeep...
She caught by Weezy F, we be the best,
Truely to death, prove me the rest,
Groupies confess, you be the ref, excuse me I left... Ha

I'm illi in here I'm a young money millionaire
What chyall really want it naw
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 whacha 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
Hahaha, yea boy that's my girl
And she pops excellent up in waynes world
Totally dude you should
See their faces when they see that
This robot can move
And it's say...
Hahaha, yea
And it go...
That's right

I'm a millionaire I'm a
Young money cash money fast money
Slow money mo' money neva low 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
Tell those niggas beatin to make a rest in peace shirt of me cause I
Killed and 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 eatin 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 thang, this is my race
Gon' take a lap man weezy babys nursery
Now gon' take a nap man, it's nap time
I'll holla back at you at snack time

Weezy... F... yea, ok
They say I'm rappin like Big, Jay, and Tupac
Andre 3 Thousand 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 boi
Who dat one
Dat do dat boy
Ya'll 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'd like for you to pay me by the hour
Hahaha
And I'd rather be pushing flowers,
Than 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 the garden and don't smell her flower
Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower
Boy I got so many girls like I'm Michael 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
Young moola baby
C3