Verse 1
Technically nobody should shred dis beat unless its me//
Da next to bring every ingredient to da recipe//
u other rappers can never breathe niggaz don’t respect ya steez//
cuz ya audience is nothing but bitches like ellen d//
generous milli is givin his testi-clees to a sexy fe//
who’s only prerogative is to have sex with me//
consecutively I’ma cash cow milkin da game for everything//
gimme extra cheese or da tech’ll sneeze...bless it please//
the originator mr. milli-mater will kill a hater//
wit one phone call no use of a trigger fanger//
get a hanger u in da closet feelin on his//
dicc and getting hard from it//
get away dats gay and ion swing dat way//
movin as smooth as barracudas or a pair of shooters//
shootin uzi’s in a movie this aint a movie son//
speakin of motion picture my flow get siccer and siccer//
wen I hiccup or spit it they say I think he got da flu or something//
naaaw influenza don’t describe me mami//
cuz I be more likely in need of an iv mami//
I’m hiv mami dat don’t mean dat I have it//
Its mean my swag is iller than da rest//
Its mac milli in da flesh//
U want beef then its cool wats da muhfuccin problem//
Ok u got tools but wats a uz to a rocket//
Launcher poppin blood ooze from ya noggin//
Spit it da same as lil wayne ok milli stoppppp it//
Let a professional like myself show ya//
how to go and change ya flow up//
Hol up better load da 44’s up//
And hope dat I do not show up//
guaranteed if I show up//
Then ya whole spot will be blown up tore up//
From da floor up hol up//
Ion think u heard da first time when I told ya//
Dat I got da game sowed up//
Slow up cuz I’ma youngin in da game//
And I’m comin for da change while I’m bustin at ya frame//
Bang so u better hit da floor when I step up in da door//
Or I’ma have to load da lead up in ya dome so//
U lil niggaz better watch yo mouth//
Erythang change when them gloccs come out//
Everyday thang when them shots go off//
12 Gauge bang and ya top blown off//
Yea gotta switch it bacc//
name another nigga dat can spit like dat//
Fly from da soccs to da fitted hat//
Never thought Mac Milli git rich like dat//
So where ya paper at show me where ya paper stacc//
And if I see ya makin staccs then I’m gonna be takin dat//
So locc up ya front door and stash away ya dough//
Cuz me and my 45th bout to take a quicc ride by yo crib//
I gave u a warning dog now I’m bout to go off//
And have ya body chalked up and ya blocc roped off//pause

Verse 2
If u think I’ma be broke ur deaf blind and stupid//
Standin on da blocc if da hammer cocced da Teflon included//
Bop bop it can get vicious wit a semi don’t tempt em//
If u let these niggaz gas u up da pump will come and feel ya//
I stay loyal to my niggaz deez women I don’t trust em//
Wont Love em or like em rather cut and one night em//
U kno flush em and pipe em I’m like da plumber wit my dicc//
If ya plumbin needin a fix I sticc my plunger between ya lips//
Shit I get dis money my baby why should i hesitate//
Plus I’m beyond a g I’m on my way to letter h//
It’s a money bacc guarantee u getting murdered jacc//
theres a shell to match ya turtle necc//
da best rapper in da game don’t compare em wit me//
I’m small but I keep it real like halle berry’s titties//
I been Da best within my city we kno dat yousa liar//
I Torch ya spit flames hotter than koopas fire//
M iya doubleL iya//