Im Millie in here wit them Young Money Milli on aires, Think you really pop a wheelie in air, Mac Milli..the Vanilli's in here.. im a rascal dont get whopped, I get brats who dont give top, ("meaning he gets girls who play hard to give it up") 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, (Afernee Hardaway) Plentys in me, any guinea's 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.. (meanin the chicks out and lands in waynes car lol pretty funny) 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
[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 y'all dont 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' cuz to me, it ain't shit get. it. call me whacha like trick? call me on my sidekick never answer when its 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 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
I'm a millionaire I'm 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