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 [Bm]leak on [C7]the sheet of the tablet in my [A]mind,
Cause I don't write shit cause I ain't got [Fm7]time,
Cause my [A]seconds, minutes, hours go to [C7]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 [C7]the bridge pussy poppin',
Tell the coppers, ha ha ha ha you [A7can't catch' em, you [A7can't stop 'em,
I go by them [A]goon [C7]ɾules
If you [A7can't beat 'em [A]then you [A7pop 'em,
You can't man em [A]then you [A7mop 'em,
You can't stand [Bm]em [A]then you [A7drop em,
You pop em [A]cause we pop em [A]like [F]Orville Redenbacher
Motherfucker I'm ill
A million [C7]here a million [C7]there
Sicilian bitch with long [Am]hair with coconut derrière
Like smokin' the thinnest air I open the Lamborghini
Hopin' them [A]crackers see me like [F]look at dat bastard Weezy
He's a beast he's a dog he's a muthfukin' problem
OK you're a goon [C7]but what's a goon [C7](to [C7]a goblin)
Nothin' nothin' you [A7ain't scarin' nothin'
On some fagot [Fm7]bullshit call [Em]'em [A]Dennis Rodman
Call [Em]me what you [A7want bitch call [Em]me on [C7]my [A]Sidekick
Never answer when it's private damn I hate a shy Bitch
Don't you [A7hate a shy bitch yea I ate a shy bitch
She ain't shy no more she changed her name to [C7]my [A]bitch
Yea nigga that's my [A]bitch
So when she ask for [Dm7]the money when you [A7through don't be [Am]surprised bitch
It ain't tɾickin' if you [A7got [Fm7]it
But you [A7like [F]a bitch with no ass you [A7ain't got [Fm7]shit
Motherfucker I'm ill not sick
And I'm OK but my [A]watch sick
Yea my [A]drop sick
Yea my [A]glock sick
And my [A]knot thick
I'm it
Motherfucker I'm ill,
Yeah see
They say I'm ɾappin' like [F]BIG, Jay, and [Bm]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 tɾue the Swallow
And I be [Am]the shit now you [A7got [Fm7]loose bowels
I don't O U like [F]two vowels
But I would like [F]for [Dm7]you [A7to [C7]pay me by the hour
And I'd ɾather be [Am]pushin' flowers
Then to [C7]be [Am]in the pen sharin' showers
Tony told us this world was [Am7]ours
And the bible told us every girl was [Am7]sour
Don't play in her garden and [Bm]don't smell her flower
Call [Em]me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower
Boy I got [Fm7]so many bitches like [F]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 [F]it's poutin'
I do what I do and [Bm]you [A7do what you [A7can do about it
Bitch I can turn a crack ɾock into [C7]a mountain
Dare me
Don't you [A7compare 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
C three three peat
