Lyrics:

[Intro] Young Money Ya Digg Yeah Mac I'm goin in [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 Threw the pencil it 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 dat chit cha cha chopper Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter Father muthaf**ka copper Got da maserati dancin On the bridge pussy poppin Tell the coppers Hahaha you can't catch Em You can't stop Em I go by them goon rules If you can't beat Em Then you bop 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] Muthaf**ka I'm Ill Yeah A Million here A Million there Sicilian bitch with long hair With coke in her derriere Like smokin 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 muthaf**kin' problem Ok your a goon But what's a goon to a goblin Nothin' nothin' you ain't scarin' nothin' On some faggot bullshit Call em Dennis 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 u hate a shy bitch Yeah I ate a shy bitch She ain't shy no more She changed her name to My bitch Yea nigga that's my bitch So when she ask for the Money When you through Don't be surprised bitch And it ain't trickin if u got it But u like a bitch with no ass You ain't got shit Muthaf**ka I'm Ill, not sick And I'm ok but my watch sick Yea my drop sick Yea my glock sick And my knot thick I'm it Muthaf**ka I'm Ill... [Verse 3] See They say I'm rappin like BIG Jay And Tupac Andre 3000 Where is Erykah Badu at Who that Who that said they gon beat Lil Wayne My name ain't Bic But I keep dat flame man Who that one that do that boy Ya knew that, chew dat, Swallow And I be the shit Now u got loose bowels I don't owe you like two vowels But I would like for u to pay me by the hour And I'd rather be pushin flowers Then to be in the penn sharin' showers 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. Lawn Mower Boy I got so many bitches Like I'm Mike Lowry Even Gwen Stefani Said she couldn't doubt me Muthaf**ka I say life Ain't shit without me Chrome lips pokin out The coupe like it's poutin I do what I do and u do What u can do about it Bitch I can turn a crack rock Into a mountian Dare me Don't u compare me Cause there ain't nobody near me They don't see but they hear me They don't feel me but they fear me I'm Illi [Outro] C3 3Peat Hmhmhm