All hell yea me and Nametag and blackmilk gotta be on dis instrumental

Ima Millionaire,
Im a Young Money Millie in aire, tougher than Nigerian hair,
My criteria compared to your career just isnt fair,
Ima venereal disease like a menstrual bleed..
Threw the pencil and leak the sheet of the tablet in my mind,
Cuz I dont write shit cuz I aint got time,
Cuz my seconds, minutes, hours go to the al mighty dollar,
And the al mighty power of dat chit cha cha chopper,
Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father motha f**k a copper,
Got da maserati dancin on the bridge pussy poppin,
Tell the coppers..hahahaha you cant catch em, you cant stop em,
I go by them goon rules if you cant beat em then you pop em,
You cant man em then you mop em,
You cant stand em then you drop em,
You drop em cuz we pop em like Orville Redenbacher, ’m a millionaire I’m a
young money cash money fast money
slow money mo’ money neva no money
what is that, who is that, I never heard of it
I will take your picture and make a ‘rest in peace’ shirt of it
tell those niggas beatin to make a rest in peace shirt of me cuz i
killed and now don’t tell no one you heard of me
its like, the beat was screamin, murder me
and i’m a, murderer
so I murdered it
Weezy… F…. yea, ok
they say I’m rappin like Big, Jay, and Tupac
Andre 3 Thousand where is erykah badu at
who dat
who dat said they gon’ beat Lil Wayne
my name ain’t bic, but I keep that flame
who dat one
dat do dat boy
yall knew dat
true dat swallow
and i be the shhhh
now you got loose bowels
I don’t owe you like two vowels
but I’d like for you to pay me by the hour
hahaha
and I’d rather be pushing flowers,
than to be in the penn sharing showers
see Tony told us this world was ours
and the Bible told us every girl was sour
dont play in the garden and don’t smell her flower
call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower
boy I got so many girls like I’m Michael Lowry
even Gwen Stefani said she couldn’t doubt me

al right its yo boy kr.

a milie over here,a milie over there/a milie north,south,east,west everywhere.i stay alive cuz a milie,a milie in my air/a thousand in an apple but a millie in a pear.a millies wat i wear,no not diamonds/a mill,millie,million put me on my finest.to you dats a lot but im bout dem benjamins/im bout dem benjamins i dont know bout washingtons.and dats how it is and dat how i feel/i dont cry but if i do dat millie wipe my tears.im all wit it,wit dat milli-on/half of my room stacked so i just might fill it in.im determined to win like detergined on a dish/weezy is your idol but im your wish.it aint hard to get,i catch it like a fish/im crazy like an indian boy named rish.and yea dats a mille,a wad like a duck/im 12 years old but keep my mille up

can u send diz to ma e mail idntnowattoput@yahoo.com