Amillie
The Game
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Come on!
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, I bleed (Woo!)
Through a pencil, and leak on the sheet of the tablet (Yeah)
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 Allah, yeah
Sister, brother, son, daughter (Yeah)
Father, mother, love and coppers (Yeah)
Got the Maserati dancin' on a bridge
Trunk poppin', tell the coppers
Hahahahaha, you can't catch 'em, you can't stop 'em
I go by them go-rus, you can't beat 'em, then you flop 'em (Ah!)
If they 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
Young Money! (Black Wall)
Secret (Black Wall)
Painted, Juice, I got it, yeah
You see the young'un, yes, none hotter than I
Go against the grain, strip 'em down and call 'em turpentine
Million dollar mouthpiece (Yes), flow like calories (Yes)
Like that white guy pullin' bitches out on South Beach (Wow)
Flows like, "Uh-oh!" Million dollar drum roll
Above-the-rim-type artist, people call him "nutso"
Call it "Nutter Butter," big stacks, heavy weight (Yeah)
Duffle bag boy type of shit, I calculate (Ah!)
Haze, better leak it (Yes), 'cause Juice is the secret (Yes)
Just a reward winner, Game gotta peep it (Yes)
Niggas say I'm next up, throwin' all my West up (Ah! Ah!)
Arrogant hot dog niggas better catch up (Hahaha!)
You hurt niggas need ointment, I'm 'bout to voice it
You all on injured reserve, make appointments
I'm worth a milli-on (Ah!)
Wayne! I'm worth a milli-on! (Black Wall!)