Young Money! Mack I'm going in
A millionaire
I'm a Young Money millionaire,
tougher than Nigerian hair
Mothafucka, I'm ill
A million here a million there
Sicilian bitch with long hair,
with coke in her derriere
Like smoke in the thinnest air,
I open the Lamborghini
Hoping them crackers see me
like look at that bastard Weezy
He's a beast, he's a dog,
he's a mothafuckin' problem
Okay, you're a goon
but what's a goon to a goblin?
Mothafucka, I'm ill
Motherfucka I'm ill,
Motherfucka I'm ill
Motherfucka I'm ill
not sick and I'm okay,
but my watch sick
Yeah, my drop sick,
yeah, my Glock sick,
and my knot thick, I'm it
Mothafucka, I'm ill
Mothafucka, I'm ill
Mothafucka, I'm ill
Mothafucka, I'm ill