Letra                   
                     
                         
                              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 minstrel bleed, 
through the pencil and leak on the sheet of the tablet in my mind, 
Cuz I don't write shit cuz I aint got time, 
Cuz my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dollar, 
And the almighty power of dat chit cha cha chopper, 
Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father motha f**k a copper, 
Got da maserati dancin on the bridge pussy poppin, 
Tell the coppers..hahahaha you cant catch em, you cant stop em, 
I go by dem goon rules 
if you cant beat em then you pop em, 
You cant man em then you mop em, 
You cant stand em then you drop em, 
You pop em cuz we pop em like Orville Redenbacher, 
Young money 
[Cory Gunz] 
I'm Millie in here wit them Young Money Millionaires, 
Think you really pop a wheelie in air, 
Mac Milli..the Vanilli’s in here.. im a rascal don't get whopped, 
I get brats who don't give top, 
I get tassel, pass you wit 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 im Akon, 
Cuz I make cons.. Where the base gone, get the base blown, 
Let the Pistons on that chopper come on cops im kamikaze drop a rock wit them Obamas, 
Illie in the mind, really wit 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 wit em bigger than a mini and remind im.. 
Illie and its all off G piece and a P..G walk by beep beep, 
Wit 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'll laugh..HaHa 
a millionaire im a young money millionaire 
what y'all really want it? nah 
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" cuz to me, "it" ain’t shit 
get "it". 
call me whatcha like trick 
call me on my sidekick 
never answer when its 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 its say… 
ha, yea 
and it go… 
that's right 
A millionaire I’m a 
young money cash money fast money 
slow money mo’ money neva 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 
becuz I killed it now don’t tell no one you heard of me 
its like, the beat was screamin, murder me 
and I’m a murderer 
so I murdered it 
and you niggas is what i eat and 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, its 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 
who dat one 
dat do dat boy 
y'all 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 would like for you to pay me by the hour 
hahaha 
and I’d rather be pushing flowers, 
than to be in the pen sharing showers 
see 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 girls like I’m Mike Lowry 
even Gwen Stefani said she couldn’t doubt me 
man, life, just ain’t life, with out me 
hip hop just ain’t hip hop, with out me