歌：Lil Wayne
作詞：CARTER DWAYNE
作曲：CHA LO
発売：2009-10-24 12:13:18
Young money
Yah dig, yeah
A millionaire I'm a young money millionaire
Tougher than Nigerian hair
My criteria compares 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 all mighty dollar
And the all mighty power of that ch, ch, ch, ch, chopper
Since the brother, son, daughter, father, mother fucker copper
Got the Maserati dancing on the bridge pussy popping
Tell the coppers ha, ha, ha, ha......
You can't catch em, you cant stop em, I go by them goon wounds
If can't beat em, then you prop 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, oh
Mother fucker I'm ill, yup
A million here, a million there
Sicilian bitch with long hair
With coconut dairy air
Like smoking the thinnest air
I open the Lamborghini, hoping them crackers see me
Like look at that bastard wheezy
He's a beast, he's a dog, he's a mother fucking problem
OK you're a goon, but what's a goon to a gobbler
Nothing, nothing, you ain't scaring nothing
On some fagot bullshit, call him 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
Ha ha, yeah nigga that's my bitch
So when she ask for the money when your thru don't be surprised bitch
And ain't tricking, if you got it
But you like a bitch with no ass you ain't got shit
Mother fucker I'm ill, not sick
And I'm ok but my watch sick
Yeah my drop sick, yeah my glock sick
And my knot thick, I'm It
Mother fucker I'm ill, yup, see
They say I'm rapping like Big J and Tupac,
Andre 3000 where is Erykah Badu at
Who th.. Who done said it gone beat Lil Wayne
My name ain't dick, but I keep that flame main
Who that wanna do that boy you knew that you that swallowed
And I be the shit, now you got loss bowels
I don't owe you like two vowels
But I would like you to pay me by the hour
Ha ha, and I would rather be pushing flowers
Then to be in the pen sharing showers
Tony told us this world was ours
And the bible told us ever girl was sour
Don't play in the garden and don't smell her flower
Call me Mr.Carter or Mr. Lauren Maurer
Boy I got so many bitches like I'm Mike Lowery
Even Gwen Stefani see she couldn't doubt me
My death walker I said life ain't shit without me
Chrome lips poking out the coupe look like it pouting
I do what I do, and you do what you can do about it
Bitch, I a turn a crack rock into a mountain, damn that
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
C3, three peat, he he he