A Milli

Song Meaning of A Milli by Lil Wayne

Producer Bangladesh looped the initial chords from Gladys Knight and the Pips’ “Don’t Burn Down the Bridge,” then changed to a drill of trap drums.

He then gave the beat to his friend Shanell to pass along to Wayne.

Lil Wayne originally wanted to use the instrumental as skits for rappers like Tyga, Hurricane Chris, Corey Gunz, and Lil Mama. However, in the final released version is just Lil Wayne performing solo.

"A Milli", is a song by American rapper Lil Wayne, and released in 2008, as the second single from his sixth album Tha Carter III.

The main vocal sample is from the Vampire Mix of "I Left My Wallet in El Segundo" by A Tribe Called Quest. The line "I'm okay, but my watch sick" was originally from "Go Crazy" by Young Jeezy.

The song won the Best Rap Solo Performance at the 2009 Grammy Awards. Blender ranked it the number one song of 2008. Rolling Stone named it the 10th best song of 2008.

Complex ranked its beat the 31st greatest hip hop beat of all time.

"A Milli" was ranked the number one hip hop song of 2008 by MTV.

"A Milli" peaked at number six on the Billboard Hot 100, making it Lil Wayne's second top ten and second-highest peaking song on the chart as a lead artist at the time. It has reached number one on Hot R&B/Hip-Hop Songs, making it his second number-one song on that chart.

Lyrics of the song A Milli by Lil Wayne

Bangladesh

Young Money!

You dig?

Mack, I'm going in

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 dancing on the bridge, pussy popping

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

Motherfucker, I'm ill

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, hoping them crackers see me

Like, "Look at that bastard Weezy!"

He's a beast, he's a dog, he's a motherfucking problem

OK, you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin?

Nothing, nothing, you ain't scaring nothing

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 tricking 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, yeah, my drop sick

Yeah, my Glock sick, and my knot thick — I'm it

Motherfucker, I'm ill

See, they say I'm rapping like B.I.G., Jay, and 2Pac

André 3000, where is Erykah Badu at? Who that?

Who that said they're 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 pushing flowers

Than to be in the pen sharing 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 poking out the coupe, look like it's pouting

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