bangladesh
young money
you dig
mack i’m going in
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 almighty dollar
and the almighty power of that chchachachopper
sister brother son daughter father motherfuck a copper
got the maserati dancin’ on the pussy poppin’
tell the coppers hahahaha
you can’t catch him you can’t stop him
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 coke in her derriere
like smoking the thinnest 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 mothafuckin’ problem
okay you’re 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 you hate a shy bitch yeah i ate a shy bitch
she ain’t shy no more she changed her name to my bitch
yeah 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 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 okay but my watch sick yeah my drop sick
yeah my glock sick and my knot thick i’m it
motherfucker i’m ill
see they say i’m rappin’ like big jay and pac
andré 000 where is erykah badu at who that
who that said they gon’ beat lil wayne
my name ain’t bic but i keep that flame man
who that one that do that boy
you knew that true that swallow
and i be the shit now you got loose bowels
i don’t owe you like two vowels
but i would like for you to pay me by the hour
and i’d rather be pushin’ flowers
than 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 lowrey
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 me but they hear me
they don’t feel me but they fear me
i’m illy c peat
Artist: Lil Wayne
Year: 2008
Decade: 00s
Language: en
Word Count: 312