Young money Ya dig Mack I'm goin' in I'm 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 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 almighty dollar And the almighty power of that cha cha cha cha chopper Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father motherfuck a copper Got the 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 Motherfucker I'm ill A million here a million there Sicilian bitch with long hair with coconut derrière Like smokin' the thinnest air I open the Lamborghini Hopin' them crackers see me like look at dat bastard Weezy He's a beast he's a dog he's a muthfukin' problem OK you're a goon but what's a goon (to a goblin) Nothin' nothin' you ain't scarin' nothin' On some fagot 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 you hate a shy bitch yea 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 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 Yea my drop sick Yea my Glock sick And my knot thick I'm it Motherfucker I'm ill, Yeah see They say I'm rappin' like BIG, Jay, and 2pac Andre 3000 where is Eryka Badu at Who that Who that said they goin' beat Lil Wayne My name ain't Bic but I keep that flame man Who that one that do that boy ya knew that true the Swallow And I be the shit now you got loose bowels I don't O U like two vowels But I would like for you to pay me by the hour And I'd rather be pushin' flowers Then to be in the pen 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 Motherfucker I say life ain't shit without me Chrome lips pokin' out the coupe look like it's poutin' I do what I do and you do what you can do about it Bitch I can 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 but they hear me They don't feel me but they fear me I'm illi C3, 3-peat