Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Illi

Wayne)
money! (ya dig)
Yeah!

Ima Millionaire,
Im a Young Millie in aire, tougher than Nigerian hair,
My criteria to your career just isnt fair,
Ima disease like a menstrual bleed..
Threw the pencil and leak the of the tablet in my mind,
Cuz I dont write cuz I aint got time,
Cuz my seconds, minutes, hours go to the al dollar,
And the al mighty of dat chit cha cha chopper,
Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, motha fuck a copper,
Got da maserati dancin on the pussy poppin,
the coppers..hahahaha you cant catch em, you cant stop em,
I go by goon rules if you cant beat em then you pop em,
You man em then you mop em,
You man em then you drop em,
You drop em cuz we pop em like Redenbacher,
Yeah!
I'm ill (Wayne I'm goin' in)

[Cory
Im in here wit them Young Money Milli on aires,
Think you really pop a in air,
Mac Milli..the Vanillis in here.. im a dont get whopped,
I get brats who dont top,
I get tassel, you wit a flow you could never put a brake on,
An I on anything a nigga take on,
Feel the napalm from my trey arm, straight long, throw a nigga im Akon,
Cuz I cons.. Where the base gone, get the base blown,
Let the Pistons on that chopper come on cops im kamikaze drop a wit them Obamas,
Illie in the mind, wit the nine, millie when I rhyme, silly anytime,
Fine, chilly on da grind, Shitty on a dime, Penny on the line,
Plentys in me, any guineas wit em than a mini and remind im..
Illie and its all off G piece and a P..G by beep beep,
Wit a freak, skeet, Out, big feet on a jeep..
She caught by F, we be the best,
Truely to prove me the rest,
Groupies confess, you be the ref, me I left..Ha

[these lyrics unconfirmed in album but present in mixtape version]
money
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nay nay, daddys
ok

a im a young money millionaire
chyall really want it now
yall dont really do it
if hip hop is i am the embalming fluid
and I dont care who it be, Im to it
notice I say it cuz to me, it aint
get. it.
call me whacha trick?
call me on my
never when its private
man I hate a shy
dont you hate a shy
I had a plate of shy and she aint shy no mo
she her name to my chick
hahaha, yea boy thats my
and she pops excellent up in world
totally dude you
see their when they see that
robot can move
and its
hahaha, yea
and it go
right

Im a Im a
young money cash fast money
money mo money neva low money
what is that, who is that, I heard of it
I will take your picture and make a rest in shirt of it
tell those n***** to make a rest in peace shirt of me cuz i
killed and now dont no one you heard of me
its like, the was screamin, murder me
and im a,
so I it

and you is what i eatin ill make sure of it
and he who dont believe me Ill dessert of him
sherbet him, I
on him, or her
Carter, of
this rap thang, this is my
gon a lap man weezy babys nursery
now gon a nap man, its nap time
Ill holla at you at snack time

F. yea, ok
they say Im rappin Big, Jay, and Tupac
Andre 3 Thousand is erykah badu at
who dat
who dat they gon beat Lil Wayne
my name bic, but I keep that flame
who dat one
dat do dat boy
yall dat
dat swallow
and i be the
now you got bowels
I owe you like two vowels
but Id like for you to pay me by the

and Id rather be flowers,
than to be in the penn sharing
see Tony told us world was ours
and the Bible told us every girl was
dont play in the garden and dont smell her
call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn
boy I got so many girls like Im Michael
even Gwen said she couldnt doubt me

man, life, just life, without me
hip hop aint hip hop, without me
young moola
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