I'm a Millionaire,nI'm a Young Money Milli in airnTougher than Nigerian hairnMy criteria compared to your careernJust isn't fairnI'm a venereal diseasenLike a menstrual bleednThrew the pencil and leaknon the sheet of the tablet in my mindnCause I don't write shitnCause I ain't got timenCause my seconds, minutes, hoursnGo to the almighty dollarnAnd the almighty powernOf that cha-cha-cha choppernSister, Brother, Son, DaughternFather muthafucka coppernGot da maserati dancinnOn the bridge pussy poppinnTell the coppersnHahaha you can't catch EmnYou can't stop EmnI go by them goon rulesnIf you can't beat EmnThen you pop EmnYou can't man EmnThen you mop EmnYou can't stand EmnThen you drop EmnYou pop EmnCause we pop EmnLike Orville RedenbachernnMuthafucka I'm IllnnYeahnA Million herenA Million therenSicilian bitch with long hairnWith coke in her derrierenLike smokin the thinest airnI open the LamborghininHopin them crackers see menLike look at that bastard WeezynHe's a beastnHe's a dognHe's a muthafuckin' problemnOk your a goonnBut what's a goon to a goblinnNothin' nothin' you ain't scarin' nothin'nOn some faggot bullshitnCall em Dennis RodmannCall me what you want bitchnCall me on my SidekicknNever answer when it's privatenDamn I hate a shy bitchnDon't u hate a shy bitchnYeah I ate a shy bitchnShe ain't shy no morenShe changed her name to my bitchnHaha Yea nigga that's my bitchnSo when she ask for the MoneynWhen you throughnDon't be surprised bitchnIt ain't trickin if u got itnBut u like a bitch with no assnYou ain't got shitnMuthafucka I'm ill, not sicknAnd I'm ok but my watch sicknYea my drop sicknYea my glock sicknAm I not thicknI'm itnnMuthafucka I'm Ill...nnYeah SeenThey say I'm rappin like BIGnJaynAnd TupacnAndre 3000nWhere is Erykah Badu atnWho thatnWho that said they gonna beat Lil WaynenMy name ain't BicnBut I keep that flame mannWho that one that do that boynYa knew that tru da SwallownAnd I be the shitnNow u got loose bowelsnI don't owe you like two vowelsnBut I would like for u to pay me by the hournAnd I'd rather be pushin flowersnThen to be in the penn sharin' showersnTony told us this world was oursnAnd the bible told us every girl was sournDon't play in her gardennAnd don't smell her flowernCall me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn MowernBoy I got so many bitchesnLike I'm Mike LowrynEven Gwen StefaninSaid she couldn't doubt menMuthafucka I say lifenAin't shit without menChrome lips pokin outnThe coop like it's poutinnI do what I do and u donWhat u can do about itnBitch I can turn a crack rocknInto a mountiannDare menDon't u compare menCause there ain't nobody near menThey don't see but they hear menThey don't feel me but they fear menI'm IllynC3, 3P...