Lil Wayne Ft Chris Brown & Jay Z - A milli (Remix) *Lyrics in info box*

Guru turn this shit up (OW!) I know a million people already did this Let's make it a billion Get busy, happy birthday my nigga Geah, a billi, a billi, a billi a billionaire Call me Philly Collins, I feel a billion is in the air I affiliate, with Billy Cakes, that's my pair And Jah-ma-nillionaire is my consigliere When I wear, Billionaire, Boys Clubs it's more than care I don't wear it cause Pharrell, I wear it cause I'm fo'real {*I SEE DEAD PEOPLE*} I see Benjamins and a billion other big head people I'm a natural born hustler, Marcy Projects motherfucker Turned professional journalist reportin, live from the gutter My girl, carry boxcutters, rubbers, shoot up with undercovers screamin FUCK THE WORLD, why, cause, don't nobody love us Shawn Carter, Sean Bell, what's the difference? Do tell 50 shots or 50 mill', ain't no difference go to hell So, BRRRAK, lick a shot for, BRRRACK Obama, change gon' come-ah I'ma buy the whole hood llamas on me Roc nation army, million strong and the mantra's gon' be It is whatever it's gon' be, on three Shawn, in the Hum V, y'all can call it cold warm Declarin, I'm free, bumpin 'Pac and the Outlawz I'm flyer than all outdoors, I ball out pours I buy, champagne companies, I'm past buyin out bars But I do that, I'm so past, G5's and G4's But I flew, back, back and forth like Aaliyah (rest in peace to ya) Takes a nation of millions to hold us back But when your boy reach a billion it's a wrap (off of RAP?) YEAH! Roc nation it takes a nation to stop I'm signin off, it's the hood's Barack, BRRRACK! Motherfucker I'm ill! Motherfucker I'm ill [Lil Wayne] 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 leak on the sheet of the tablet in my mind, Cause I don't write shit cause I ain't got time, Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the all mighty dollar, And the all mighty power of dat cha cha cha cha chopper, Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father motha fuck a copper, Got da maserati dancin on the bridge pussy poppin, Tell the coppers: hahahaha you can't catch em, you can't stop em, I go by them goon rules if you can't beat em then you *bop* 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, Muthafucker I'm ill A millie in here a millie in there Sicilian bitch with long hair with coke in the derriere Like smoke in the thinest air I open the Lamborghini Hopin them crackers see like look at dat bastard Weezy Hes a beast hes, a dog hes, the muthfukin problem Ok your a goon but whats a goon to a goblin? Nothin, nothin you aint scarin nothin On some faggot bullshit call em dennis rodman Call me what you want bitch call me on my Sidekick Never answer when its private damn I hate a shy Bitch Dont u hate a shy bitch? yea I ate a shy bitch And she aint shy nomore she changed her name to My bitch Yea nigga thats my bitch So when she ask for the money when you through don't be suprised bitch And It aint trickin' if u got it But u like a bitch with no ass u aint got shit Muthafuka Im ill not sick And Im ok, but my watch sick Yea my drop sick Yea my glock sick And my knot thick I'm it Muthafuka Im Ill [Chris Brown] Uh, yezzir It be that It be that It be That Breezy millionaire A Milli here And million in there Selling out stadium A million chairs Steppin on and off Stage killin em I got A million pairs Of them all White million airs I am a beast Every competition Come please Lock em up Lock em up Just put em On freeze on ice I'm doin things That rappers Don't like And I am makin A milli (2x) I am making A milli (3x) Gettin money Throw it up And watch it And when it Comes down It's like magnets In my pocket Damn I got it Purple And green diamonds They swang From my chest Bigga a bigga I think The Hawks on my neck I`m Brilliant Jay-Z, Weezy, Breezy So what us million Yeah Singin niggas Just chill Haha