Young Money!
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Ya Dig
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A millionaire, I'm a young money millionaire
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Tougher than Nigerian hair
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My criteria compared to your career this isn't fair
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I'm a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed
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Through the pencil and leak on the sheet of the tablet
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In my mind 'cause I don't write shit, 'cause I ain't got time
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'cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the all mighty dollar
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And the all mighty power of that ch, ch, ch, ch chopper
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Sister, brother, son, daughter, father mothafuck a coppa
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Got the Maserati dancin' on the bridge pussy poppin'
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Tell them coppers hahahaha you can't catch 'em, you can't stop 'em
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I go by them goon rules if you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em
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You can't man 'em then you mop 'em,
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You can't stand 'em then you drop 'em,
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You pop 'em 'cause we pop 'em like Orville Redenbacher!!
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Motherfucker I'm ill
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A million here, a million there
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Sicilian bitch with long hair
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With coke in the derriere
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Like smoke in the thinest air
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I open the Lamborghini hopin' them crackers see me
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Like "look at that bastard weezy
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He's a beast, he's a dog, he's a motherfucking problem"
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OK, you're a goon but what's a goon to a goblin?
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Nothing, nothing -- you ain't scarin' nothing
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On some faggot bullshit call him Denise Rodman
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Call me what you want bitch, call me on my sidekick
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Never answer when it's private, damn I hate a shy bitch
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Don't you hate a shy bitch?
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Yeah I ate a shy bitch
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She ain't shy no more, she changed her name to me bitch
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hahahaha, yeah, nigga that's my bitch
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So when she ask for the money, when you through don't be surprised bitch
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It ain't trickin' if you got it
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But you like a bitch with no ass, you ain't go shit
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Motherfucker I'm ill, not sick
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And I'm OK but my watch sick, yeah my drop sick, yeah my glock sick am i not thick
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IM It!
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Motherfucker I'm Ill!
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Yeah
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See..
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They say I'm rapping like Big, Jay and Tupac, Andre 3000 where is Erykah Baduh at? Who that?
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Who that say they're gonna beat Lil' Wayne
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My name ain't BIC, but I keep that flame man
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Who that one that do that boy?
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You all knew that
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True that swallow
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And I be the shit now you got loose bowels
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I don't owe you like two vowels
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But I would like for you to pay me by the hour
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Ha ha, and I'd rather be pushing flowers
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Than to be in the penn sharing showers
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Ha, Tony told us this world was ours
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and the Bible told us every girl was sour
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don't play in her garden and don't smell her flower
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call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower
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boy I got so many bitches like I'm Michael Lowry
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even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me
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Motherfucker I say life ain't shit without me
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Chrome lips poking out the coup look like it's pouting
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I do what I do and you do what you can do about it Bitch
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I could turn a crack rock into a mountain, dare me
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Don't you compare me 'cause there ain't nobody near me
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They don't see me, but they hear me
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They don't feel me, but they fear me.
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I'm illie
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C3
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3Peat
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Hahahaha
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A Milli
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| Lil' Wayne |
