I'm Illi Lyrics - Tha Carter Iii - Lil Wayne

[Lil Wayne) 

Young money! (ya dig) 

Yeah! 

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 fuck 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 man em then you drop em, 

You drop em cuz we pop em like Orville Redenbacher, 

Yeah! 

Motherfucker I'm ill (Wayne I'm goin' in) 

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[Cory Gunz] 

Im Millie in here wit them Young Money Milli on aires, 

Think you really pop a wheelie in air, 

Mac Milli..the Vanillis in here.. im a rascal dont get whopped, 

I get brats who dont give top, 

I get tassel, pass you wit a flow you could never put a brake on, 

An I break on anything a nigga take on, 

Feel the napalm from my trey arm, straight long, throw a nigga like im Akon, 

Cuz I make cons.. Where the base gone, get the base blown, 

Let the Pistons on that chopper come on cops im kamikaze drop a rock wit them Obamas, 

Illie in the mind, really wit the nine, millie when I rhyme, silly anytime, 

Fine, chilly gitty on da grind, Shitty on a dime, Penny on the line, 

Plentys in me, any guineas wit em bigger than a mini and remind im.. 

Illie and its all off G piece and a P..G walk by beep beep, 

Wit a freak, skeet, Hawk Out, big feet on a jeep.. 

She caught by Weezy F, we be the best, 

Truely to death prove me the rest, 

Groupies confess, you be the ref, excuse me I left..Ha 

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[these lyrics unconfirmed in album version but present in mixtape version] 

young money 

C3 

nay nay, daddys better 

ok 

a millionaire im a young money millionaire 

what chyall really want it now 

yall dont really wanna do it 

if hip hop is dead i am the embalming fluid 

and I dont care who it be, Im steppin to it 

notice I say it cuz to me, it aint shit 

get. it. 

call me whacha like trick? 

call me on my sidekick 

never answer when its private 

man I hate a shy chick 

dont you hate a shy chick 

I had a plate of shy chick and she aint shy no mo 

she changed her name to my chick 

hahaha, yea boy thats my girl 

and she pops excellent up in waynes world 

totally dude you should 

see their faces when they see that 

this robot can move 

and its like 

hahaha, yea 

and it go 

thats right 

Im a millionaire Im a 

young money cash money fast money 

slow money mo money neva low 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 n***** beatin to make a rest in peace shirt of me cuz i 

killed and now dont tell no one you heard of me 

its like, the beat was screamin, murder me 

and im a, murderer 

so I murdered it 

and you n***** is what i eatin ill make sure of it 

and he who dont believe me Ill make dessert of him 

sherbet him, I mean 

shame on him, or her 

Carter, Father of 

this rap thang, this is my race 

gon take a lap man weezy babys nursery 

now gon take a nap man, its nap time 

Ill holla back at you at snack time 

Weezy F. yea, ok 

they say Im 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 aint 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 dont owe you like two vowels 

but Id like for you to pay me by the hour 

hahaha 

and Id 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 dont smell her flower 

call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower 

boy I got so many girls like Im Michael Lowry 

even Gwen Stefani said she couldnt doubt me 

man, life, just aint life, without me 

hip hop just aint hip hop, without me 

young moola baby 

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