Street Life

I'm Millionaire,

I'm a Young Money Millie in aire, tougher than Nigerian hair,

My criteria compared to your career just isnt 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 nothin cause I ain't got time,

Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dollar,

And the almighty power of al-la,

Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father motha lovin copper,

Got da maserati dancin on the bridge trunk 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 pop em,

You can't man em then you mop em,

You can't stand em then you drop em,

You drop em cause we pop em like Orville Redenbacher,

A millionaire I'm a young money millionaire

What chyall really want it naw

Y'all don't really wanna do it

If hip hop is dead I am the embalming fluid

And I don't care who it be, I'm steppin to it

Notice I say 'it' cause to me, it ain't shit

Get. it.

Call me whacha like trick?

Call me on my sidekick

Never answer when it's private

Man I hate a shy chick

Don't you hate a shy chick?

I had a plate of shy chick and she ain't shy no mo'

She changed her name to my chick

Hahaha, yea boy that's 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 it say...

Hahaha, yea

And it go...

That's right

I'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

Someone should take this beat and make a rest in peace shirt of me because I

Killed and now don't tell no one you heard of me

It's like, the beat was screamin, murder me

And I'm a, murderer

So I murdered it

And