Verses to 'A Millie' [Originally by Lil Wayne]

a million tracks and a million stacks over
here, and thats why all the haters disappear
cuz they fear, every lyric every syllable i spit
every word that i written every verb that i hit
cuz the syrup that i sip, is the juice of my creation
which recycles, models swallowin the juice of my creation
get it? i'm asinine, when i'm hard like the
back nine, i act right, only when its that time
but on my watch it don't exist, aint that a bitch like lala
ooh like haha ooh you like me, even though i'm too too hyphy
cuz u too soft to hang with K-shade and the carter III
bother me, i'll cop a piece, and pump it like an artery
and pop it like a bottle after championship rings
oops my bad that aint the song, but let the champion sing
in my silly wake, all the haters hate my millie, wait!
i just remembered i dont give a fuck, just cuz u cant affiliate

part deuce of the millions, yup, is u feelin it?
a billion tricks, like the one u be chillin wit
all of em the same, want yo money, want yo phallus
just fuck n get the bucks and then step outta bounds
but losin that brain, yo ain't a damn thang though
i still got too too many like its takin two to tango
like two and two make four, that's my kinda addition
my ol girl acted up so girl u want this new position?
so we can get to kissin, make it hot like new edition
but u can get to kickin rocks, if u is into switchin
cuz bitch u is a temp and only get one chance to listen
fuck up, u can hit the side of the street n u can get to trickin
the clock is tickin, i run a tight ship, pimpin
i dont fuck around with bitches that be fuckin inefficient
i aint one to be trifled wit, trifle and get rifle-whipped
next to run yo piehole is the next to get yo piehole split

a third million makes a trillion there, AK and me
from planet trill, and thats makes a trillian pair
if i win here, then they askin "will he win there?"
and i reply "why yes, even if only by a thin hair"
so DJ, play the track back, only for a flashback,
the bitches want it, and doggone it, i intend to tap that
i call em dreamgirls, cuz we doin one night only
got my homies makin movies, if u ever get lonely
sit at home and reminisce the greatest thing u ever did
wish that it'd never end, tho it could, it was effortless
compliment my accomplishment while starin in astonishment
my god this bitch is fallin hard, i kill it when im on that shit
so I.R.S. that's our philosophy in mackin, with these
girls, we always taxin, u can't catch us ever lackin
get it crackin in the millions range, with a million
thangs, yall know, we get it poppin really insane

I got a million here and a million there
and i laugh, but you dont cuz u silly impaired
woulda knocked u long ago, but i really didnt care
im so rich i tell the world hold on like bob sinclair
yes i really went there, into that territory
it all ends with me, i am the end of every story
smokin indo in the intro, smokin pot in the plot
meet yo girl, make her climax when i hit the spot
like a dartboard, everything i do is hardcore
and u want more, the glory is what im a star for
perfectin the craft and changin up the artform
my thought process is part brain and part storm
as i outperform all of these boys in men's clothing
any last words while your curtain is closing? while
my curtain is opening, and i'm certain your opening
mercked your purpose, now u a worthless old thing