A Milli-Original Cartel

A Milli - Original Cartel Young Money You dig Mack I'm going in 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 through the pencil I leak on the sheet of the tablet in my mind Cause I don't write sh*t cause I ain't got time Cause my seconds minutes hours go to the almighty dollar And the almighty power of that ch cha cha chopper Sister brother son daughter father mother f**k a copper Got the Maserati dancing on the bridge p**sy popping Tell the coppers ha ha ha ha you can't catch 'em you can't stop 'em I go by them goon rules if you can't beat 'em then you pop '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 Mothaf**ka I'm ill A million here a million there Sicilian b**ch with long hair with coke in her derriere Like smoke in the thinnest air I open the Lamborghini Hoping them crackers see me like look at that bastard Weezy He's a beast he's a dog he's a mothaf**kin' problem Okay you're a goon but what's a goon to a goblin Nothing nothing you ain't scaring nothing On some faggot b******t call 'em Dennis Rodman Call me what you want b**ch call me on my Sidekick Never answer when it's private damn I hate a shy b**ch Don't you hate a shy b**ch Yeah I ate a shy b**ch And she ain't shy no more she changed her name to My B**ch Yeah ni**a that's my b**ch so when she ask For the money when you through don't be surprised b**ch It ain't trickin' if you got it But you like a b**ch with no a** you ain't got sh*t Motherf**ka I'm ill not sick and I'm okay but my watch sick Yeah my drop sick yeah my Glock sick and my knot thick I'm it Mothaf**ka I'm ill They say I'm rapping like B I G Jay and 2Pac André 3000 where is Erykah Badu at Who that Who that said they gon' beat Lil' Wayne My name ain't Bic but I keep that flame man Who that one that do that boy you knew that true that swallow And I be the sh*t 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 And I'd rather be pushing flowers Than to be in the pen sharing showers 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 b**ches like I'm Mike Lowrey Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me Mothaf**ka I say life ain't sh*t without me Chrome lips poking out the coupe look like it's pouting I do what I do and you do what you can do about it B**ch I can turn a crack rock into a mountain dare me 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 3 Peat