Lil Wayne - A Milli (Audio, Video) - Music Video
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On throwback, Listen, stream, buy, watch video, read the lyrics, mp3 download the "A Milli" song off Lil Wayne's Tha Carter III album.
The song was produced by Bangladesh.
Lil Wayne's The Carter III officially turns twelve today, and to commemorate the anniversary, we're revisiting one of Weezy's most commercially successful solo joints.
Serving as the second single off Tha Carter III, "A Milli" set the tone for TC3, which dropped on this day in 2008, foreshadowing what would go on to be regarded as one of Wayne's best albums to date.
Although we can all agree that chart success and sales are certainly not the sole indicators—or, in many cases, any indicator—of a good song, "A Milli" was undeniably a hit for more than just its commercial value, and to this day remains one of his highest charting songs as a lead artist.
Although Wayne has more than proved himself as one of the most valuable artists to get on a feature, "A Milli" serves as a pointed reminder not only of his ability to merely hold his own, but to absolutely devour a track simply by dropping bar after bar over a tedious beat.
Take a trip down memory lane and revisit this late 2000s hip hop classic below.
Although we're sure some of you have every word memorized, we've included some of the most quotable lyrics below.
Lil Wayne - A Milli (prod.
Bangladesh) Watch Video Lyrics.
[Intro] Bangladesh Young Money! You dig? Mack, I'm going in [Verse 1] 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 shit, ‘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; mother-fuck a copper Got the Maserati dancin' on the bridge, pussy poppin' Tell the coppers: "Ha-ha-ha-ha You can't catch him, you can't stop him" 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 pop 'em ‘cause we pop 'em like Orville Redenbacher [Chorus] Motherfucker, I'm ill [Verse 2] A million here, a million there Sicilian bitch with long hair, with coke in her derriere Like smoking the thinnest air I open the Lamborghini, hopin' 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? Nothin', nothin', you ain't scarin' nothin' On some faggot bullshit: call 'em Dennis Rodman Call me what you want, bitch! Call me on my Sidekick! Never answer when it's private, damn, I hate a shy bitch Don't you hate a shy bitch? Yeah, I ate a shy bitch She ain't shy no more, she changed her name to My Bitch Yeah, nigga, that's my bitch, so when she ask For the money when you through, don't be surprised, bitch! And it ain't trickin' if you got it But you like a bitch with no ass: You ain't got shit Motherfucker, 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 [Chorus] Motherfucker, I'm ill [Verse 3] See, they say I'm rappin' like B.I.G., Jay, and 2Pac André 3000, where is Erykah Badu at? Who that? Who that said they gon' beat Lil Wayne? My name ain't Bic, but I keep that flame, man Who that one that do that, boy? You knew that true that, swallow And I be the shit, now you got loose bowels I don't owe you like two vowels But I would like for you to pay me by the hour And I'd rather be pushin' flowers Than to be in the pen sharin' showers Tony told us this world was ours And the Bible told us every girl was sour Don't play in her garden and don't smell her flower Call me Mr.
Carter or Mr.
Lawn Mower Boy, I got so many bitches, like I'm Mike Lowrey Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me Motherfucker, I say "Life ain't shit without me" Chrome lips pokin' out the coupe, look like it's poutin' I do what I do, and you do what you can do about it Bitch, I can turn a crack rock into a mountain — dare me Don't you compare me, ‘cause there ain't nobody near me They don't see me but they hear me They don't feel me but they fear me I'm illy, C3, 3 Peat A Milli