Lil Wayne – A Milli (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

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Lil Wayne A Milli

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

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BlWsLCrG1Gw

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