The Next Young Money Hit lyrics

by

Birdman


[Hook: 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
Through the pencil, and leak on the sheet of the tablet in my mind
‘Cause I don't write sh*t, ‘cause I ain't got time
‘Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dollar
And the almighty power of that ch-cha-cha-chopper
Sister, brother, son, daughter, father

[Verse 1: Drake]
Who else really try to mess with Hollywood Cole
Treating Birmingham like my Hollywood shows
I'm tryin' to tell you something that you prolly should know
This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow
And ahh, my real friends never hearing from me
Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me
That's why I pick and choose
I don't get sh*t confused
I'm not with different crews
We walk the same paths, but got on different shoes
We live in the same building, but we got different views
I got a couple cars, I never get to lose

[Hook: 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
Through the pencil, and leak on the sheet of the tablet in my mind
‘Cause I don't write sh*t, ‘cause I ain't got time
‘Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dollar
And the almighty power of that ch-cha-cha-chopper
Sister, brother, son, daughter, father


{Verse 2: Nicki Minaj}
The Hood's First Lady, you know
Baby Girl Of The Group
I'm Also Known As Baby Girl In The Coupe
Never Get Me Confused With Girl In The Hoop
Because Nicki Stay Fly Like That Cash Money Dude
I'm Stuntin On These Hoes Like Marylin Monroe
I Got An Ex-Curl Flow, Spit Slick Ya Know
Now I Just Spit Raps And Chit-Chat
Nicki Can Get It In, Nicki Can Spit Gas
Ya Girl Got...

[Hook: 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
Through the pencil, and leak on the sheet of the tablet in my mind
‘Cause I don't write sh*t, ‘cause I ain't got time
‘Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dollar
And the almighty power of that ch-cha-cha-chopper
Sister, brother, son, daughter, father

[Verse 3: Birdman]
Wine candy on the strip
You know how we get it when we coming with the flip
Cus we running with the flip
And the money is a must and hoes we don't trust
Guns in the cut b*tch know wassup
20 on the slab 50 in the jag
Coming through the air hustling on her ass
Ordinary n*gga with extraordinary style
Swagger to the ceiling n*gga hustling gone wild
Hustling with my child
Blowin' out the pound


[Hook: 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
Through the pencil, and leak on the sheet of the tablet in my mind
‘Cause I don't write sh*t, ‘cause I ain't got time
‘Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dollar
And the almighty power of that ch-cha-cha-chopper
Sister, brother, son, daughter, father

[Grand Piano Sample]

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #
Copyright © 2012 - 2021 BeeLyrics.Net