Lyrics Lil Wayne - Con

Young money
Ya dig Mack I'm goin' in I'm 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 Threw 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 cha cha cha cha chopper, Sister,
Brother, Son, Daughter, Father motherfuck a copper,
Got the Maserati dancin' on the bridge pussy poppin',
Tell the coppers, ha ha ha ha you can't catch' em,
You can't stop 'em,
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 Motherfucker I'm
Ill A million here a million there Sicilian bitch with long hair with
Coconut derrière Like smokin' the thinnest air I open the Lamborghini
Hopin' them crackers see me like look at dat bastard Weezy He's a
Beast he's a dog he's a muthfukin' problem OK you're a goon but
What's a goon (to a goblin) Nothin' nothin' you ain't scarin' nothin'
On some fagot 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 yea I ate a shy bitch She
Ain't shy no more she changed her name to my bitch Yea nigga that's
My bitch So when she ask for the money when you through don't be
Surprised bitch 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
OK but my watch sick Yea my drop sick Yea my glock sick And my knot
Thick I'm it Motherfucker I'm ill,
Yeah see They say I'm rappin' like BIG, Jay,
And 2pac Andre 3000 where is Eryka Badu at Who that Who that said
They goin' beat Lil Wayne My name ain't Bic but I keep that flame man
Who that one that do that boy ya knew that true the Swallow And I be
The shit now you got loose bowels I don't O U like two vowels But I
Would like for you to pay me by the hour And I'd rather be pushin'
Flowers Then 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 Lowry 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 but they
Hear me They don't feel me but they fear me I'm illi