mixtape: "Lil Weezy Ana, Vol.1" (2006)

• Ballin lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Mack Maine, Raw Dizzy & Ronny)
• Off The Docks lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. N.O. Capo)
• David Banner lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Lay My Organs Down lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Curren$y, Mack Maine & Raw Dizzy)
• I'm The Man lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Shawty Lo)
• Show Me What You Got lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Daydreamin' lyrics - Lil Wayne (performed by Mack Maine)
• Grew Up A Screw Up lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Tity Boi)
• Famous lyrics - Lil Wayne
• I Like Dat lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Money In The Bank lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Mack Maine)
• Nigga Wit Money lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Donks lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Triggaman lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Curren$y)
• Secretary lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Curren$y)
• Vans lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Amen lyrics - Lil Wayne

Ballin lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Mack Maine, Raw Dizzy & Ronny)

Young Money
Volume 1
This is Lil Weezy Ana
Best Rapper Alive, Weezy F
Greatest DJ in the world, Raj smoove
Let's go!

[Lil Wayne:]
We stay hot on that 504 shit (New Orleans)
Sellin iron all the time, and you know this
We stay hot on that 504 shit (New Orleans)
Sellin iron all the time, and you know this

Look
Back out the garage in the hog
And you know I redo the insides like the morgue
Look
Back out the garage in the hog
And you know I redo the insides like the morgue
Look
Back out the garage in the hog
And you know I redo the insides like the morgue

The coupe blue like the 'do on Marge
Ridin with a bitch prettier than a Debarge
Mommy want a soldier, baby I'm a Sarge
You can't have me but we can have a menage (that's 3)
Now rub me wrong and fuck up my massage
And it's flowers for the dead, better get em a corsage
Yeeaa; head nigga in large
And everything I do, I San Diego Charge
While you niggas just starve
I'm eating so much I'mma fuck around and barf
And, red is the color of my scarf (B's up)
And understand, to a giant you're a dwarf
My flow's throwed off
I'm so sick all I got to do is cough

We stay hot on that 504 shit (New Orleans)
Sellin iron all the time, and you know this
We stay hot on that 504 shit (New Orleans)
Sellin iron all the time, and you know this

[Raw Dizzy:]
Bitch I come from the bottom of the map
New Orleans, Louisiana, we love to pack gats
We love to count stacks, we love to pump back
I love killing the track; me, Wayne, Ronny, and Mac
That's some Hollygrove shit, yeah
And I'mma bang it in your ear
Until you get it clear
You heard that?
That's my word, and I meant that
Don't tempt me, I leave ya bent up in your Bentley
Believe me

[Ronny:]
Yeah it's Ronny, back in the game
Straight off the block, back in the game
Now run, tell you heard me rapping with Wayne
Run, tell you heard me rapping insane
Yea, I'm off in this bitch
Puffing drogas in this bitch
I'm leaning in this bitch
We got freaks in this bitch
We deep in this bitch

We stay hot on that 504 shit (New Orleans)
Sellin iron all the time, and you know this
We stay hot on that 504 shit (New Orleans)
Sellin iron all the time, and you know this

[Mack Maine:]
I got a thing for them big trucks
Big, fine bitches with good jug and big butts
5, 4 mommies with nice head and fake tits
That don't get loose off Goose and probably act up
5, 7 bitches with bowlegs that take dick
All they really need is like two pills and 6 blunts
Wake up in the morning and count money and make grits
She don't really know no English so we don't say shit
(Mack Maine)
Yeah, Wayne said let it rain on them
(I did)
Mother nature with the paper, doing a Mack Maine on em
Like, there go 1000, like swoosh
Like, there go 2000... (ballin)
Now shake that ass like you can't
Pay your cable bill and you tryna watch the Saints
On the 60 inch Hitachi, living like Liberace
Sporting the latest Versace
Shotty and Maseratis
Dodging the paparazzi
AC cold like the heart of Nazis
This here a classic like old school Hirachis
Then get your grill cooked like it was Hibachi
Word to cousin Rodney

Off The Docks lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. N.O. Capo)

[Raj Smoove:]
This shit right here
Bout to shut down the whole 4 Quarter
Young Money, LilWeezyAna
And I am (Raj Smoove)
(The greatest DJ in the world!)
Capo, what up

[Hook - Capo:]
Nonstop
Youngun all around the clock
Watch you need? Get it fresh off the docks
It don't stop
Uhuh, I won't quit
Say blood, you talkin money?
Then umm, count me in
Nonstop
Youngun all around the clock
Watch you need? Get it fresh off the docks
It don't stop
Uhuh, I won't quit
Say blood, you talkin money?
Then umm, count me in

[Lil Wayne:]
Look
I hustle silk
Like I sell satin
And these niggas hustlin backwards
Like Pig Latin
Dear Captain
I'm too fast for these fucks
Man, the only time I see 'em
Is when I'm passin 'em up
That's right
I run laps around the block
For the guap
All I need is a gunshot
And a watch
I see the finish line
I've seen it plenty times
Them niggas been behind
Them niggas spittin rhymes
For me it's business time
Yea, love and hate
I walk the thinnest line
And I point a AK
Right at the witness line
I'm on the paper chase
Fuck what they say
The only date marked on my calendar is payday
And you could never get it free like AJ
But I could get you more keys than Dre Day
All I do is call Capito Bergante
I just gotta call Capito Bergante

[Hook]

I never stop grindin
Even if Simon
Said it
I'm tryna clean up like an edit
And if anything comes in town we let it
If not we get it
And put your life on credit
Jetted
Up the block
Did the cop
After the kid
With the rock
In his sock
Fuck the neighborhood watch
As soon as enough money is in my knot
I'm yellin "Who got them keys"
Like the game's on lock
My aims on, I'm locked
Like I spot
But my eyeballs are gunshots, they pop
Outta my head
When you show me the bread
And I bet I could get a chicken
If you sold me an egg
Have ho's walk the strip
Like they owed me a leg
And it's money over bitches
No Al and Peg
Bundy
And on Monday
I ain't thinkin bout Tuesday
Cause anyday could be my doomsday
I'm a hustla

[Hook]

Shit yeah
Money machines
Big stacks of money in jeans
Never ridin on teens
These is grown folk
That I'm sittin' on ho
Fuck with a President
Like Marilyn Monroe
Evidence won't show
What I really know
Forealla
I'm a gorilla
And they're billy goats
I'm rare with the flow
I'm air with the flow
That mean I'm
Here
There
Everywhere with the flow

[Hook]

David Banner lyrics - Lil Wayne

Chrome on the monster, leather intestines
With a top model, and the contestants
I'm a Rottweiler, yes I'm a rock 'n' roller
It's Weezy Fuckin' Baby, yeah straight up out the stroller

Chrome on the monster
Leather intestines
With a top model
And the contestants
I'm a Rottweiler
Yes I'm a rock-n-roller
It's Weezy Fuckin' Baby
Yeah straight up out the stroller
I'm higher than the solar
System
Marley twist 'em
I'm like Macaulay Culkin
I was rich when I was pissin'
On myself, I'm ballin'
You niggas haterholics
I'm just the recipe
So you can save the garlic
I'm like a set of keys
I'm bout to get it started
I smoke them Beverly
Hills, from California
Them bitches after me
So I put that paddle on 'em
She rode my dick and said she shoulda put a saddle on him
I watch out for them snakes, listen for that rattle homie
And I ain't got a clique, I got a cattle homie
What up five, kickin' back just bein boo
I'm talking foreign money, like a European dude
Yeah I'm heavy man, so you should reconsider
I hit you one time, fuck up yo equilibrium
I got rhythm, yeah, I got soul y'all
I travel all around the world like a postcard
My flow cold, fuck around and get a cold sore
I got this bitch on lock like a closed door
Weezy's real, them other niggas folklore
I'm connected, I got more hoods than a coat store
I'm successful, I got more shit than you can hope for
And I got through that water like a boat oar
Young, Carter the name
Baby boy rising like hot water and 'caine

Whip it, stretch it, and flip it
Re-up, stretch it and flip it
Re-up, stretch it and flip it
Re-up, stretch it and flip it

Re-up
We up in the club, we up in the club
Money running like water, bitch get up in the tub
I'm up in the club, she up in the club, he up in the club
Now she can't leave so we fuck in the club
Am I lucky or what? Playboy Rabbit
And I like big tongues like skateboard fashion
I got more girls than the Playboy Mansion
I bet I serve 'em up like my name Pete Sampras
And a nigga drink like the late Fred Sandford
And a nigga smoke like there is no cancer
And I know this world is so cold and deceivin'
But I keep my head up like my nose is bleedin'
Yeah, and until that chosen evenin'
I'mma be screamin Apple and Eagle
Yeah, that's right, Apple and Eagle
Hollygrove 17, I won't leave you
Nope, and this is just the preview
But I'm already workin on the sequel
Fuck with me wrong I'll fuck with your home
Like a letter to the wife saying your husband is gone
Like Muslim, I'm calm
But like Muslim I'll bomb
And beat the track up like a hundred arms
I'm funky like underarms
The engineer's recording a thunderstorm
My hunger forms, then ring the alarms
The Carter 2 was nice but the third times a charm

Weezy Fuckin'

Lay My Organs Down lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Curren$y, Mack Maine & Raw Dizzy)

[Dizzy:]
You already know
Gangsta music, you know how the gangsters do it
Bangers, exlcusive
Shankers and uzis
I got Maine in the booth
Wayne in the booth
Money on my mind, that mean I'm thinking of loot

[Mack Maine:]
Shit, ain't it the truth
Money is the top prio-
"Money Over Murder," that's the title of my bio
We cop drops like it's part of the policy
This hardbody, baby, y'all softer than wallabies
So hush puppies, let the big dogs ride
Don't jump on that field when it's kickoff time

[Curren$y:]
And I, fresher than the Frebreeze bottle
Coming at the shit full throttle
And I power ball like lotto
Do it with my eyes closed
You niggas is all soft, soft shell tacos

[Lil Wayne:]
And eyes go deeper than pot holes
For that money, bet I'm running like a snot nose
No Kleenex
Dark shades, V-necks
Bitch, I ain't playing no recess
We reps YM, baby, that's that shit
And it's fuck the world like a nasty bitch

[Dizzy:]
Fuck raps, I bust caps for snaps
I fuck white, I fuck blacks, I fuck Japs
Now what's hap?
I make stacks, ASAP
I take that from the safe and I replace that

[Lil Wayne:]
Stay strapped
I stay low, stay back
The judge handing out L's like Pat Sajak
And I'm all about my team like an apex
My you niggas turn your seats into a Playtex

[Curren$y:]
Yes, member of a fly society
Style, I got several varieties
As a child, this guy memorized "Scarface" in it's entirety
The 80s drug era inspired me
That's why I dress how I dress, walk how I walk
That's why I rep what I rep, talk how I talk
Two rope chains, both of them gold
With a gloat like I just came home

[Lil Wayne:]
Flow touching the pedal in that F-5 yellow
Just moving through the city like blood in the vessel
I'm a fucking professional, so intellectual
It's Mr. Fat Stacks, my pockets got high cholesterol
I need vegetables, is weed vegetables?
I'm past commas, right now I'm seeing decimals

[Curren$y:]
Step to you, the opposite of my environment
Out of all the dogs in the yard, I was the quietest
I had a little bark, I had a little bite
Was surrounded by niggas who snap and don't think twice
To kidnap your enemies, dress them up as Santa Claus and drop their bodies down their mamas' chimneys
Water to your kidneys
My class G like the Bendz G

[Mack Maine:]
My truck waving and my rims speak
I got burners on my rear seat
See, I don't say too much, so if talking becomes part of the ballgame, money talk for me, yeah, my ends speak
Yeah, what you expect? I'm from the Hollygrove area
Where we see more redskins than Steve Spurrier
We know the clock ticking, so we planning hurry up offense
Hustling on the park bench, caution

[Lil Wayne:]
The major bison of the boulevard
The barracuda, fighting off the fish and raw
Yeah, I get around like a business car
And you can see me everywhere but the prison yard
I'm on that sissy hard, and that kush tough
Weezy stay high, just look up

[Curren$y:]
Shook up like a can of Coca-Cola that fell down five flights of stairs, man
Can't hide that you niggas so scared, man
Ahead of my time, I'm the already-there man

I'm The Man lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Shawty Lo)

[Lil Wayne:]
Old money, new work
Lil coke on my gums like my tooth hurt
They from the red clay, I'm from that brown durt
I love my baby mama, and Grandaddy Purp
New shirt, new jeans
New Bent' cost a nigga two Beams
That's two hundred thousand
Nigga you don't know nothin' bout it
Got real niggas ridin', fuck around we bustin' out it
It's Weezy bitch, yeah it's Weezy ho
Ray Charles mama, I don't even see the dough
Show me the money, show me the dough
I'm low, I'm C.E.O
Got stacks on deck, got hard, got wet
A bad bitch with me, I'm hard, she wet
Got raw, got white, got weed, got syrup
Work!

[Shawty Lo:]
Bitch I'm the man, I, I, I'm the man
Got no wife but the white be my girlfriend
Bitch I'm the man, I, I, I'm the man
I, I, I'm the man
I, I, I'm the man
Bitch I'm the man, I, I, I'm the man
Got no wife but the white be my girlfriend
Got no wife but the white be my girlfriend
Got no wife but the white be my girlfriend

The cars, the hoes, the life I chose
The ice is froze, my flow is cold
I'm hot for sho', you know it's Low
I been getting money way back in '94
The base, my trap, and you know it be on fire
D4L ain't gettin' money? That's a motherfuckin' lie
I already got money, can't you look at me dummy?
I'm laced head to toe, look at the way your ho chosed
Bank roll unfold, I made it rain on them hoes
'04 four-door double-o on them hoes
Bubble kush I blow, leave the smell on your clothes
I'm gettin' money in the hood and they already know
Whoa!

Bitch I'm the man, I, I, I'm the man
Got no wife but the white be my girlfriend
Bitch I'm the man, I, I, I'm the man
I, I, I'm the man
I, I, I'm the man
Bitch I'm the man, I, I, I'm the man
Got no wife but the white be my girlfriend
Got no wife but the white be my girlfriend
Got no wife but the white be my girlfriend

Show Me What You Got lyrics - Lil Wayne

(We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming)
This is a Public Service Announcement (belie'e dat)
Lil Wayne, Weezy F. Baby
IS The Best Rapper Alive
Hit me, haha
(And I'm the greatest DJ in the world)
Good mornin New York
Good afternoon New Orleans
Goodnight America, hahahah
Yeah

Dough is what I got, lil mama
Dough is what I got, purdy lady
Dough is what I got, shawty
Dough is what I got, babay
Come on: I'm paid, I'm paid, I'm paid, I'm paid

Hey, give a women none, uh-uh
I already gave my brother some
It's my sister turn
Ain't it funny how the fish do bird
But your boy just relax like a fresh new perm
And the world in the barrel of the pistol turn
Boy, we get it how we live, never live and learn
Got to talk about the flow cause you is concerned
Only down South could of been in The Firm
Or, The Commission, or a Wu-Tang nigga
Tryna tell you I can kick like Liu Kang, nigga
Got that Sub-Zero flow, how you want me ma?
Nigga get over here like Scorpion
And when it comes down to this recordin
I must be LeBron James if he's Jordan
No, I won rings with my performance
I'm more Kobe Bryant of an artist
Same coach, same game, been startin
Same triangle offense
I come through the lane like a Dodge, and
Referee niggas is lame, they call chargin'
I have no brain, I'm retarded
We are not the same, I'm a Martian
You can be my Jane, I'm your Tarzan
I'm from the jungle where the snakes is all poison
I am magnificent like Marcus
You might wanna fall back like August
Or late September, whatever you call it
I hit niggas in the head like Vonage
I am talkin to no particular audience
But understand, I'm the guardian
And understand, there won't be no guarding him
You will just get played like an accordion
I don't give a damn if she's bossy
I keep pussy runnin like a faucet
She better catch like she's Steve Largent
Because I'm "What's Up!", like Martin
Hahahah, wooo, yeah, see
I know y'all talk about me
And... you don't like what you hear sometime
But um, um; since I'm so bright
I'mma put the spotlight on you, baby

Show me what you bout, lil daddy
I know you need to stop, stop hatin
I know what your not, wodie
And that is Weezy Baby
Blunts up: Now blaze, hey, blaze, hey, blaze, hey, blaze
Work it

Yeah, tell the world "Take six"
Young dictionary: Make words make sense
Then, I make cents make dollars
Make a skinny girl holler
Make a fat girl hungry
Make the ugly girls want me
Put the pretty girls on me
Make the shy girls horny
Make the fly girls corny
And only for me
Because of who I A-M
Holla back in the mornin
Hey, now holla back if you own shit
The CEO of the moment
Bullshit - I don't condone it
Aw, baby just hop on it
Hahah, yeah...
You like that
I... Know!
Marley, whattup?
Hey, hey, hey

Show me what ya got, lil mama
Show me what ya got, purdy lady
Show me what ya got, shawty
Show me what ya got, babay
You rappers ain't safe, safe, safe, safe

Daydreamin' lyrics - Lil Wayne (performed by Mack Maine)

We now return you to you're regular-
Scheduled programming
I'm bout to bring out the whole Young Money fam right now
We gon' set this shit off, my nigga Mac May for president
G-series out in the streets right now
Hit a nigga on MySpace or somethin' man
Holla

Day dreamin'
I fell asleep beneath the flowers
For a couple of hours
On a beautiful day

Day dreamin'!

[Hook:]
You already know
What the fuck is poppin'
Baby I'm what's hoppin-a
I keep a Zip-Lock bag full of 'Dro
And I keep a bad bitch wit' me on the low
I'mma be a G until the day that I go
I can feel it in the air
The reaper's comin' slow

I can hear the reaper comin'
But I ain't scared
Oh, no, no, I ain't runnin'
Now when I walk past, you might see an extra shadow
Angels on my shoulders are usin' me for a battle
Spiritual warfare, good versus evil
I even fought the demons as a semen
Yes I was brought there, cursed ever since my day of birth
Got a Heaven-sent flow, though it's Hell on Earth
So, with that in mind, I don't live for Prada
I'm trying to stack and mack, and got stigmata
Tryin'a get the same fan base as Big Poppa
Sometimes, when I flow, they say the southern Big's popped up
They tell me "don't get murked, or get locked up"
But I'm from Holly Grove, I can't give the block up (Holly Grove)
So til' the day they drop my box, fuck
I'ma ride with my Glocks up
You already know

[Hook]

(Bring it home mang)
I'm hitch hikin' on the highway of life
You might see me on the side of the road
(Who knew this nigga could sing?)
I asked the Lord to be my coat and umbrella
'Cause outside it's rainin' cold
It's so cold
It's so cold
It's so cold (America)
It's so cold

I say, Miss America, Land of the Free
You ain't never do nothing for a brotha like me
You sold me a dream of 40 acres and a mule
Then you turn that half-a-acre that I had into a pool
You get up on the news, lying about how the levy's broke
Now Weezy lost 2 Jags, and spitta's Chevy broke
Flooded out engines, messed up suspensions
You took everything we had, Uncle Sam, you Satan fan

[Hook]

Grew Up A Screw Up lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Tity Boi)

(Grew up a fuckin' screw-up
Got introduced to the game, to the game
And fuckin' blew up)

I blew up before I grew up
Got introduced to the game
Now I'm at they head like crew cuts
Suit up and lace your boots up, it's war time
It's Weezy baby, no crying, no lying
These motherfuckers is slippin', they better hold on
They trippin' like Cedric and Solange
I flow like I'm headless, no mind
I can say don't rhyme and it's gonna rhyme
I'm so fresh, I should be smacked like Dee Barnes
And you get smacked like a baseball by B. Bonds
I'm to the point, I could kill a nigga with three lines
Watch this
With, three, lines
We got that Tussin and blunts is dipped three times
We light them motherfuckers up and get tree high
And in the game I'm manning up like Eli
R.I.P B.I

(Grew up a fuckin' screw-up
Got introduced to the game, to the game
And fuckin' blew up)

Believe that
I say, I say believe that
I got my nigga Tity Boi
Duffle bag boss
Yessir
(Weezy whats happenin')

Gucci belt, Gucci glasses
Four door coupe and the roof no magic
Voila
So don't worry 'bout my other profession
Cause it, I send shots in the other direction
The old me the Rollie, the new me the ruby
Jacuzzi, the movies
The groupies, the two pieces
And all the animals that dearly departed
Know that my mink game is really retarted
I pumped a few packs, caught a few charges
Made a few stacks and drove a few carses
I go to the mall and buy a few closets
The rap Fernando Vargas
Got my hand on my strap
Aimed at my target
Duffle bag boy in some high-top Pradas
Get it, straight killin em'
I push weight and move pack
Duffle bag boys in the front
Young Money in the back

(Grew up a fuckin' screw-up
Got introduced to the game, to the game
And fuckin' blew up)

Famous lyrics - Lil Wayne

Greatest DJ in the world
Best Rapper Alive
Young Money
Volume 1
LilWeezyAna
Raj Smoove
Yo Taz, I see you
Greatest DJ in the world

OK
I spit that
Get back
I'm intact
In fact
The author's authentic
OK
I spit that
Get back
I'm intact
In fact
The author's -
OK
I spit that
Get back
I'm intact
In fact
The author's authentic
Oil, slick like Syntec
Inject
Even the paralyzed feel my impact
As I
Skim back
Over my words that's on the page, I'm lyin
I don't write
I get high
And ignite
I got a serious mental plan
And
Dental plan
And
You don't want to bring the giant out of the gentle-man
Gee, golly, gigabytes, and a Gorilla's hand
To the side of a nigga face like I don't give a damn
Even if he's with his mans
And thems
I put his plans
And limbs
All over his pants
And Timbs
And I wasn't fortunate to grow up like The Sims
But instead I blew up
Before I grew up
I spend 8 and put 2 up
Cause you never know when I have to do what
Do when?
Do who?
Do you
And you two
And, you too..
Now, I'm Cuckoo
Like birds
With my words
I'm poopoo
Meaning I am the shit on you turds
Yes, and I get on your nerves
Yes, and I get on your nerves
And yes: And I get on your nerves
And sit on your mind like piss on the curb
Bitch-bitch! Disturb me?
While I'm working?
You are just another Earthling
Be in the game, shit I must be first-string
I like my tucks baggy and my turf clean
Check my pattern/scheme
I probly have on rocks from the Moon, and Saturn's Ring
Uh, whose badder
Give 'em a ladder
Tell them climb on up here and watch me get at her
The badder part about it is, these niggas hate
But you won't even get a bar on my mixtape
I'm probly on a boat feedin a bitch grapes
And crepes
By the way
That's French pancakes
Je parlons Francais tres bien
Garcon adore chaude lesbiennes
Pardon my French
Pardon the stench
But I smoke that Grinch
Til my eyes squinch
I meant
Squint
I'm so bent
Like a dent
But bitch, I'm still no Clark Kent

And my Momma used to tell me
Not to let nobody fuck with me
It stuck with me
I keep it real to the world: Publicly
Unbelievable...
I said my Momma used to tell me
Not to let nobody fuck with me
It stuck with me
I keep it real to the world: Publicly
Unbelievable...

Bitches say they love you
But they hate you
And they say that it's all a part of our animal nature
Son, just watch your damn behavior
Cause every animal has a tamer
I come from where the Gangstas came from
Go down like the rain that the drain sucks
Goddamn the game sucks:
Thank God I'm Famous

I Like Dat lyrics - Lil Wayne

Can I speak on how I feel y'all?
Let my heart do the talkin...
Listen up, princess

I wake up in the morning, take a knee and thank God
Then go to the mirror, look myself in the eyes
Today I didn't wake up with a woman on my side
Yesterday I didn't wake up with a woman on my side
Neither the day before that, nor before that
I just remember the moments, call me Kodak
And know that I do miss ya
But it's your denial that I must hold against ya
Since you been gone
I have been all alone
But alone is steroids, cause it made me strong
Gurl, hurr gone in the wind
Ya cheated on God's son, baby girl, that's a sin
But I forgive you
But I can't give you
Another chance, ma, you're in my rearview
And I put that ring on your finger, I was all in
But now it's just a symbol of what could've been
Goddamn

And now I'm by myself, but..
(I like it)
Damn, she left me all by myself, but..
(I like it)

Yo!
I love my niggas, no homo
I swear I hope they all get cheese, like Digiorno
And something bout the Hot Boys that you don't know
I got a lot of love for 'em that I don't show
And B.G. been my nigga since the front do'
I hope Chopper City Records blow, fo sho'
And me and Juvey never really got along
But you still would let your nigga
Come get on your hottest song
Damn, I fuck wit ya for that
I fuck wit ya lil Wack
And me and Skip go back
(Skip what up)
When you see a real nigga you gotta tip your hat
And since I'm a real nigga, I do just that
I had my own lawyer working on Turk's case
After I heard him dissing me on the mixtape
Cause he's locked up and I'm free
He got a lot more to worry bout than me
I ain't trippin

Y'all niggas left me by myself, but I can't front
(I like it)
And so, now
I became the President of the spot y'all left me at, hm
A lot has changed, but, I can't front
(I like it)

Money In The Bank lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Mack Maine)

Money, I'm paid (blast off on these niggas)

I got money on the drank
And half on the dank
(The greatest DJ in the world), (east side)
[x4]

[Lil Wayne:]
Yeah, thank god I'm a millionaire
Hard body, these other boys teddy bears
Fuck with me momma, I know you want a G
And I'm a real blood, if you want R&B
Just call me Carter honey, if you can't say the baby
Bitch I'm so fuckin' hot, I feel radiated
Ho I'm so fuckin' fly, my eyes are aviaters
I'm stuck at the top floor in the elevater
Cause I'm high, dumb high
Nigga, I could look into the sun's eyes
Young guy, but rich though
And I keep a rag on me like a 64, like a 64
You know I got that bounce
It's mister-quick-to-pour-a-eighth into a 20 ounce
Okay I'm Terminater, you niggas Minnie Mouse
And I'm Young Money, anyhow

I got money on the drank (drank)
And half on the dank (dank)
(Mack Mizzle)
[x9]

[Mack Maine:]
It's hood shit baby, so you know it's all thug's
Rockstar life, lotta sex and alot a drug's
It's OG Kush, purple dro and kind bud
Have a real nigga feelin' like he's so fucked up
Have a fake nigga feelin' like he's so bucked up
There go the weed man, spitta back the truck up
There go the lean man, thugga we done lucked up
I mix the two dro by my bitch and then we rough fuck
I leave a Crego to the lot and pick a Jag' up
If you was in my shoes, nigga you could brag cuz
Weezy Wee got me, Baby he got me
Young Money, Cash Money, bitch that's my posse
40. cals with brokes, safeties just try to rob me
Million dollar man Ted DiBiase
Now let me tell you, if I'm missin' a bush
Shit'll get ugly than New York from the Flavor Of Love

I got money on the drank (drank)
And half on the dank (dank)
(Mack Mizzle)
[x9]

Now we lean (lean) out our minds (out our minds)
Rest In Peace to DJ Screw, we on the grind (on the grind)
Cause we lean (lean) out our minds (out our minds)
Rest In Peace to DJ Screw, we on the grind (on the grind)

Nigga Wit Money lyrics - Lil Wayne

[Hook:]
Work on the kitchen table
Where the bags at
Work on the kitchen table
Where the bags at
Work on the kitchen table
Where the bags at
Work, work
I'm a nigga with money
I'm a nigga with money
I'm a nigga with money
And I don't love that bitch
I tell her; bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, make me rich
I'm a nigga with money
And I don't love that bitch

Yeah
Backpack
Full of stacks
All the bitches love me
Don't compare me
To these rappers
I'm on a different budget
I ain't even gotta practice
Never getting rusty
No I ain't lookin down
But I see no one above me
The paper bag brown, wit dirty green money
The bank account good, full of clean money
Fuck chain money
I blow ring money
I got that motherfuckin never-see-the-bank money
Magazine money
Do a spread on me
And you can turn your back, but never turn the Feds on me
Read the note attached: We got ya lil homey
We need bread homey, or that's ya dead homey
I'm like a Corleone, meet the fucking mob
I can get you whacked, or give your ass a job
Weezy F B
I holla CMB
Coca Cola classic, caffeine free

[Hook]

Stop playing with me, stop playing with me bitch
Stop playing with me, stop playing with me bitch
I'm a cash money stunner on my 14th summer
Dick a bitch down and take everything from her
Now run to the kitchen, I ain't hungry, I ate
Bitch put 36 O's on my plate
See my pa was cooking slabs while my mom was cooking dinner
See my momma is a chef and my daddy was a dealer
Grandaddy was a dealer and my auntie is a killer
I hope she know I love her, pray the pigs never get her
My brother still a baby, and my uncle kinda raised me
Y'all pray for his wife, cause that cancer shit is crazy
And my daughter's so smart that it scares me
Her mother is an angel, she's always there for me
And me, I'm just wild; I think I need therapy
Because I'm going after that money, no matter where it be

[Hook]

Donks lyrics - Lil Wayne

Look here
SB donks, five-seven-five jeans
Five thousand dollars on my fuckin wallet chain
I be wildin maine, I'mma island man
There ain't nothin' else by me mane
I tell em float on and go on to the ozone
Im so gone, my blunt like a pole long
I prolong, and hold on
To it like a trombone, I'm so blown
And um, I got that cock back, I don't need that thumb bone
So come on, you get the one with the drum on, it
That's that one that goes dit, dit dit dit dit dit dit dit
I'm so terrific when I spit, put my foot up in your ass
Now I'm kickin in your shit
Now I'm pitchin at your bitch
And she catch it with her lip, naw she catch it wit her mouth
And since I'm the president, she tried to catch it on her blouse
I tell her whoa, easy baby
I'm king cake, so she eat the baby
Wait, shit gets way more crazier
We flipped the bitch like she was in the gymnasium
I ain't fuckin with them bitches with that stadium
That's no dome, bitch go home... b bi bitch, bitch go home

Bitch I spent a hundred winters on my snow cone
Lil nigga walking like he get his bowl on
Boss man, pimp stroll, pimp stroll
I can let my money go when the wind blow
Bet it come right back like a rental
And bet them bitches understand me like 10-4
Niggas is simple, like instrumentals
I bet you bitches understand me like info
Get your top chopped, and get trimmed low
Sumn like my Benzo
Riding with my friends hoes
No I mean my hoes friends
Fucking all my hoes friends
Takin all my hoes ends, that what make the globe spin
I tell these young niggas; pimp or die
Don't get that Benz, if they don't split them i's
Dig them thighs, thin them ties
And if you reach at I
I don't preach I speech and give you beef wit them fries
Come to the beach and find
I live where all the little seagulls fly
See, baby I'm so high
All I need you to do is just shut up and ride
Bitch bitch shut up and ride

Look, and me and Mac was just two niggas from the same hood
Fell from the same tree, cut from the same wool
I'm just the lion and he the young bull
Not Sammy the bull
That pistol on my hip then I got a hammy to pull
I had a Lammy in school, I think it was diablo red
I'm T.I. red, I'm t.I.red, you d.I.ed because of what you said
Chea, I'm as sharp as an image
And I keep it bumpin like a motherfuckin blemish
Two twins drink me up like Guinness
When I'm finished I say "Brilliant!"
When I'm finished they say "Weezy you killed it"
I hop on your shit and they say "Weezy you healed it"
So fly, got wings tattooed on me, the gun glued on me
But I pop you in your stomach, now I got ya yesterdays food on me
Now that was real rude, homie
And I smell like a weed plant
Young Money motherfucker, where cheese at

Triggaman lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Curren$y)

Fuck that nigga
Pussy ass nigga
Straight murder that boy and every pussy that's with em
Sit em in the trunk, tell him let's have fun
No noise fat potato on the end of the gun
My boy’s get that paper just as quick as it come
And if you're standing in the way then mama missing her son
I remember back in the day it was me and Brandon
Cut school, smoke weed, I was strapped, he had one too
Rest in piece from the Hollygrove crew
Tell ya momma I will do whatever she needs me to do

Lil Beezy we use to get ready,
Can't believe my nigga dead ah

I'm an apple street killer, a eagle street soldier
Lil Spitter I'm a ropa
Silver duck tape her
I'm a kidnapper
If ya bitch look good bet I'm a get at her
She see me in the coupe I put the petal to the metal
If ya boy wanna trip I put the ratta to the tatta
Everybody scatter tryna get the fuck away
Sparks fly, glass shatter, situation gets sadder
Daddy I'm a pitcher, who's the next batter
I whip it like gadda and I throw it right at em
Junior high school, high school when I had em
Had 10 dollar bags 25 dollar package
We ain't even in the same lane, stop lacking
Damn even Mack Maine tell me I'm macking
Nigga stop trippin, bitch shake ya laffy taffy
This is New Orleans classic, young Wayne the main attraction

I got that goose in my system, somebody gone be my victim

Talkin with ya bitch, meeting with ya bitch, creeping with ya bitch
Now I'm sleepin with ya bitch
You can keep her, she a bitch
I don't love her, I don't trust her
Nigga own mother told me the bitch loves to hustle
Gotta get that paper baby, gotta get that cake
Cop a black lamborghini, put gold on the plates
Gone to the beach, sand at my feet
R1 one wheel hanging off the seat
My nigga Lil Naughty was down town g
We use to blow 2 or 3, tell him all about the streets
My nigga Soulja Slim had the mutha fuckn message
[?] was a uptown legend

Lil Naughty we use to get red eye,
Can't believe my nigga dead ah
Lil Soulja he meant what he said ah,
Can't believe that nigga dead ah

My nigga Lil Spitta that's my nigga all day
First bullet out the barrel nigga better guard your face
My nigga Lil Spitta he in the game let's play
He about to take over for my half time break

Now once upon a time not long ago
He was in the hospital and damn near broke
And all he had was a mask and a Glock
A box of baking soda and a couple of pots
The streets was empty, the fiends was hungry
He wanted to give em just what they wanted
To get cheap coke all he needed was connect
So he called his homie Wayne from the Hollygrove set

Yes
Then I got his call, I'll be on the way
Don't worry about nothing but that money to be made
Met up Spitter we got the shit straight and I gave him the dope and I kept the ye
Now we on the grind and the bitches know who we are
I come through in the car like gosh
My posture as delicate as fur, I'm all hers
Cut niggas head like barbers
Fruity ass niggas is starburst
Throw em in the ceiling fans
Little Wayne Weezy Baby motherfucking triggaman
Yea yea, throw em in the ceiling fans
Little Wayne Weezy Baby motherfucking triggaman
Yea yea the motherfucking triggaman

Secretary lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Curren$y)

[Lil Wayne:]
She is so sick, and I would love to be her patient
And I will work every day as long as she's my occupation
Be, be, don't you wanna be
Be my secretary, she's my secretary
He's just secondary, we do what we wanna
He don't have the slightest
He thinks she's the nicest
I think she's so nasty
We do it so often
It seems like a job now
Like a nine to five now

Don't you wanna be (don't you wanna be)
Be my secretary (be my secretary)
Come and work for me (come and work for me)
Whatever's necessary (whatever's necessary)

[Curren$y:]
She's my employee of the month
Because of her I never learned how to role a blunt
She do everything for me, roll magazine for me
Shawty act like she gotta run away from him for me
Wayne, lemme quit talkin' and watch where I'm walkin'
I don't wanna step on toes, 'cause her homey gettin' angry
Overtime at the job is keepin' his girl from home
Nine to five or regular hours, but her shift's six to ten
She goes home at ten to be happy with her man
Till I need her too clock back in

[Lil Wayne:]
You can check her resume and see what you will find
She has never missed a day and she has always been on time
When he's not in, that's when she clocks in
And if the bible says it's wrong, God don't forgive us for our sins

Don't you wanna be (don't you wanna be)
Be my secretary (be my secretary)
Come and work for me (come and work for me)
Whatever's necessary (whatever's necessary)

Weezy F, motherfuckin' Baby
Weezy F, motherfuckin' Baby
Come and see the motherfuckin'
Come and see the motherfuckin'
Weezy F, motherfuckin' Baby
Come and see the motherfuckin' hospital
Weezy F, motherfuckin' Baby
Come and see the motherfuckin' hospital

Vans lyrics - Lil Wayne

Ayo, Paul, why'ont you roll up a
'Young L'
Hahah
Young Money, Volume 1
Yeah
LilWeezyAna
Yeah
DJ Raj Smoove, greatest DJ in the world
Weezy F Baby, best rapper alive
[?]
Let's go

Yeah, young Wayne
Up in this thang
The boy get money like the summer get rain
I got game, that's just that
Baby, I'm a player, check my stats
She just wanna caress my tats
And then I jumps up in that pussy and run laps
Yeah, it's Weezy baby
Now keep me in your mouth like you're teethin baby
Haha, and I swear I go dumb
I smoke so much, niggas call me No Lungs
I'm just trying to stack mo' funds
Baby I'm a god, I should walk around with nuns
Haha, but I walk around with guns
Use your head or you'll walk around with none
Haha, and that'll be no fun
Now is my era
Bring terror
Like Pun

Fugue, roll up a 'Young L'
Hahah

Amen lyrics - Lil Wayne

(Raj Smooth)
Yeah
The greatest DJ
Yeah
In the world (Ooh, boy)
Yes!
(We about to say a prayer for all our loved ones)
I'mma call this one Real Rap
(Anybody you lost, put 'em on yo heart)
Because this rap is real (light it up for 'em)
Ya know?
I hope you ain't too tired to cry
And I hope you know you ain't never too live to die, heh

Listen..
I grew up where the people call them people on us
Think we slangin, but we just got beepers on us
Grinding all day like we got sleep insomnia
Living like the videos, write a treatment on us
Stuck in the hood like they poured cement on us
Ghetto bird still shitin on us
Government still quittin on us
Lost a few homies and the grief's still sittin on us
So we got their names written on us
White folks still spittin on us
And them bitchass police K9's teeth still grittin on us
But we smoke, ashes still gettin on us
Older bitches still hittin on us
I remember well..
Beezy rolled a L
Beezy ain't here
Where's Beezy at?
Beezy got killed
...and that was my nigga
I go way back with my nigga
But I know that's how it happened, my nigga
Shit is much deeper then this rappin, my nigga
But now they all rappin, my niggas
So now I must make it happen
So I'mma play the captain
Sailboat flappin, my nigga
No fingers, I'm snappin
Happy for my nigga lil Tagus
Cause even though we couldn't
The Lord saved him
Last time we seen him was when Katrina hated
Sh, found his body like a month later
Rest in peace, boy
He was a East boy
And so was Wessy West
He was a good nigga
So I know he blessed
And his daughter is a princess
This shit is harder than a bench press
But I'mma keep goin
And I swear I got a lump in my throat
But I'mma keep on pumpin the flow
So if I cry don't stop the beat
I feel like my heart just stopped a beat
My nigga lil Derek was quick to cop a key
Either that or load the gat and go pop a G
And because of that
He's just a name in a rhyme of mine
I pray his family and his momma's fine
So much shit just sit on this mind of mine
I think about it all the time
I drink about it all the time
I smoke back to back
Cause if my thoughts got to me, I'd be in this rap
Or I'd be in the can
Thank God I had dreams of being the man
Yeah
And fuck a man with a badge
Cause he ain't shit to a man on the edge
The 5-0 killed Naudy, good boy dead
Man, you woulda thought they killed cornbread
Shot him up, face down on the lawn
Not to mention, wit his handcuffs on
Not to mention, they had plain-clothes on
And the complaint goes on...
But nobody do nothing about it
The jail house and the morgue is too fucking crowded
And hate is at an all time high
Everybody gotta hate, it's like a fuckin iPod
Shit, and they tried to burn my Phantom up
But I got my gun license, haha
I got my hammers up
I'm ready to shoot like a camera
Stay still motherfucker
I'mma have to write my will this summer
Cause if they don't kill me
I'mma kill this summer
Yeah
And you can put that on my late father
Or my late grandmother, Miss Mercedes Carter
Or my grandfather, Larry Balsock
The old man hustled til his heart stopped
And all I know of my real Pops is that he had money
No bank account, that brown paper bag money
Yeah, he might hit me off with a little brag money
But the nigga still wouldn't be a dad for me
But look how I turned out, I hope he glad for me
But that's why when I see him I acts mad funny
Cause he's a joke to me
Don't message, don't call, don't talk to me
It's just me and my momma
How it suppose to be
And I make sure she paid like she wrote for me
And I know she gets all hope from me
And I don't never wanna see her mope for me
Hopefully!
But truthfully
There is a day that's due for me
But we gon' pray that it's as far as the future sees
You are listening to the future Weez-y F. Baby
Amen

[DJ Raj Smooth:]
Rest in peace to my cousin Kim Carbo
My nigga Vick, Rest in peace lil Harold
Shoutout to my nigga Steveland, rest in peace pimp
Quiet Storm in the building

Lil Wayne other songs:

Stuntin' Like My Daddy (Rock Remix) lyrics - Lil Wayne

[Hook - Lil Wayne:]
"Pyong" on the Yamaha, chromed out 11 hundred
What I'm doing? Getting money. What we doing? Getting money
What they doing? Hating on me, but they never cross
Cash Money still the company and bitch I'm the boss
And I be stuntin' like my daddy, stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy
I'm the Young Stunna, stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy

Yeah bitch I'm paid, that's all I gotta say
Can't see you little niggas cause the money in the way
And I'm - I'm sitting high, a gansta ride, blades
If you ain't gonna ride fly than you might as well hate
Shit, I gotta eat, yeah, even though I ate
No it ain't my birthday but I got my name on my cake
Shit, believe that: if your mans wanna play
I'mma fuck around and put that boy's brains on the gate
Hey pick em up! Fuck em, let em lay
Where I'm from we see a fuckin' dead body everyday
That's - Uptown! Throw a stack at em
Make a song about me, I'm throwing shots back at 'em
Ya bitch on my pipe, and she like a crack addict
She saw me cooking eggs and she thought I was back at it
I grab the keys, "ho I gotta go"
I got my motorcycle jacket and my motorcycle locs

[Hook]

[Birdman:]
Shorty, 98's, 45 paper plates
Tint the whole thang, big money heavyweight
A hundred stacks, spend 50 on a Caddy, 25 on the pinky
Bought a pound of blow and bounced back
Matching grills, big houses on the hill
Got them hoes in the kitchen all cooking, paying bills
I start to holler, dollar after dollar
Flipping chickens, getting tickets. Want the money and the power
Born Stunna, Uptown hunter
3rd ward G, nigga, been about money
Ice chunky, Birdman, red monkeys
White Tees on the chromed-out 11 hundreds
You know we shine every summer, we grind every summer
And this is how we spend money
You see them Bentleys and them Lambs'
Them ounces and them grams, bitch we was born hustlas

[Hook]

[Lil Wayne:]
Yeah when I was 16 I bought my first Mercedes Benz
I must've fucked a thousand bitches and they girlfriends
White leather, hot new bare rims
Brand new pistol with a trigger like a hair pin
Big work, we don't need a scale man!
Big papers: say "good morning" to the mailman
What you know about putting bricks in the spare, man?
I can stuff a coupe like a motherfuckin' caravan
I'm in my zone, my form is so rare, man
If there's a throne, you looking at the chairman
How you want it, show me my opponent
Show me my opponent
I'm still ballin, a bullet gotta get me
And I've never been a pussy cause my hood never let me
A made nigga, got made niggas with me
I'm a motorcycle boy, so I'm about to park the Bentley

Shooter lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Robin Thicke)

[Lil Wayne:]
Yea, yea, yea
Weezy baby y'all, don't get shot
Rappin' fire, what you know about it
I brought my homie along for the ride
He strapped, he came here to come out the barrel

[Robin Thicke:]
I heard some shouts like "Down on the floor"
Then even louder we got shooters, shooter
I turn around, I was starin' at chrome
Shotgun watches door, got security good
Jumped right over counter
Pointed gun at, wink, he tell her
I'm your shooter, shooter, shooter

My hands up, my hands up
They want me with my hands up
Oh, shooter
[x2]
[Lil Wayne:] (I think they want me to surrender, but no, I can't do it) [x2]

[Lil Wayne:]
So many doubt 'cause I come from the South
But when I open up my mouth, all bullets come out
Bang! Die bitch nigga die I hope you bleed a lake
I'ma play x-ray, helpin' y'all see the fake
I'm just tryin' to be the great, tryin' to get a piece of cake
Take it offa your plate, eat it right in your face
They got a whole lot to say but I don't listen
Call me automatic Weezy bitch I keep spittin', pow

[Robin Thicke & Lil Wayne:]
With all these riches and, all these riches
But ain't no loaners around
They thinkin about shooters that-shooters that
Guns-Girls-Ladies that-Gunners that
Shoot shoot shoot shoot shooter

Put my hands up
They want me with my hands up
They want me with my hands up
Oh, shooter

But I'm not
I just cry mama, I think they, hey
Me think they want me to surrender (shooter)

[Lil Wayne:]
And to the radio stations, I'm tired o' being patient
Stop bein' rapper racists, region haters
Spectators, dictators, behind door dick takers
It's outrageous, you don't know how sick you make us
I want to throw up like chips in Vegas
But this is Southern face it
If we too simple then y'all don't get the basics

[Robin Thicke:]
Lady walks into a shotgun surprise
Dropped to her knees saw her life before her eyes
He said "Bitch is gonna get it", everybody gon regret it
I'm your, shooter

My hands up, my hands up
They want me with my hands up
Oh, shooter
[x2]
[Lil Wayne:] (Me won't surrender, me no pretender)

[Lil Wayne:]
Sock soakin' wet I been runnin' y'all
I reload, every hundred yards I'm comin' forward
Better know me, Lil Wayne just call me lord
Hard, take pain like Tylenols, raw
Way past par, for, I'm some shit you never saw
I take you to the shootout baby win lose or draw
And then they ask who when where how
And, my reply was simply pow!

Mama, I think they, hey, me think they want me to surrender
(Shooter, my hands up, my hands up, they want me to surrender)
[x2]

No, me won't surrender, no, no
I promise no surrender
I got my burner
And I'm your shooter

Lil Wayne other songs:

1 Arm lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Juelz Santana)

[Lil Wayne:]
What is this!
(Mic check)
I can't feel my fucking face!
(I can't feel my face, bitch)
Ohhhhhhh!

Louisiana live wire, New Orleans nightmare
Got these niggas scared, they growin' white hair
I'm from the swamp lil mud on my Nike airs
Stomp in your face lil blood on my Nike airs
Stomp in your face till your face says Nike air
I'm with my pack and we attack like bears
And we can go anywhere like air
Motherfuckin' temper shiftin like bike
Head high, I got the world on my back they told me I can turn around, but never look down
They told me if I shoot the AK I better aim down
They say even a train collision produces the same sound
I said, wow!
And I went and got two two
So you better be listenin' for that choo choo
Soowoo!

I ain't really the nigga you gon really wanna front on
I put your whole life on your front lawn, come on
Stunt on some shit that none on, gun on
I can drive the whip and work the tooly whop with one arm
I can drive the whip and work the tooly whop with one arm
I can drive the whip and work the tooly whop with one arm
I can drive the whip and work the tooly whop with one arm
I can drive the whip and work the tooly whop with one arm

[Juelz Santana:]
Big city terrorizers, you can bet some dollars (boy)
My guns touch kids like pedafilers
I stretch your mouth I'm the excersizor
Gun in his mouth like a breathalizer
Swallow lead saliva, you ain't straight I'm a 12 o'clock ya
Niggas pour cement on your body and cinder block ya
But I really think they shocked at how clear my rocks are
Why my neck look like shots of vodka (damn)
Them boys don't want it with me, (nope)
I'm on that rah rah, uh huh, they sweet like peach, cobla
My bills gotta be paid, my kid gotta get fed
So if a nigga gotta lay down I'm making his bed
So I hope he like his sheets red, (red)
Medium rare I hope he like his meat red, braaap!
You see my homies dressed in deep red (red)
They scramble niggas hope you eat eggs
Onefiftyfirst bitch!

[Lil Wayne:]
I ain't really the nigga you gon really wanna front on
I put your whole life on your front lawn, come on
Stunt on some shit that none on, gun on
I can drive the whip and work the tooly whop with one arm
I can drive the whip and work the tooly whop with one arm
I can drive the whip and work the tooly whop with one arm
I can drive the whip and work the tooly whop with one arm
I can drive the whip and work the tooly whop with one arm

[Juelz Santana:]
They say God protect fools and babies
I'm a G, so I depend on my tool for safety
I roll on niggas like skate key
Skate broads, Tony Hawk on a skateboard
Who fucking with me?
With arm on the wheel, with arm on the steel
Could it be I'm crazy, Gnarls Barkley forreal
You play dumb and you lay numb
Face [?] like when the [?] demo tapes come

[Lil Wayne:]
The world is so happy and my gun is too
So how I can take a life when it's dark in the room
When that means it's nighttime so I talk to the moon
And it tells me that I'm flier than the stars on a broom
Yes I'm wicked [?]
And I don't care what niggas say nor what bitches said
We like green all got a different bread
Push my eraser and I will give you [lead]

I ain't really the nigga you gon really wanna front on
I put your whole life on your front lawn, come on
Stunt on some shit that none on, gun on
I can drive the whip and work the tooly whop with one arm
I can drive the whip and work the tooly whop with one arm
I can drive the whip and work the tooly whop with one arm
I can drive the whip and work the tooly whop with one arm
I can drive the whip and work the tooly whop with one arm

Amazing Amy lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Migos)

[Intro:]
Whoa, I'm in love with that ho bro

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne:]
She crazy as fuck but she sexy as fuck
And she just hit me up, she text me "let's fuck"
I'm just waking up but fuck it I'm up
Ooh! I'm on my way (where?)
Get out my way bump-bump-bump-bump
I'm Norman Bates and this bitch ain't normal, our kids gon be nuts
But when I had the yay
And the police would come she wouldn't give me up
She knew what not to say
And when they would leave, she gave me heads up
Lord I feel like Plies, that's my lil' baby
But that bitch so crazy
That bitch gon kill me, and then she'll be famous, that'll be crazy
Amazing Amy, amazing Amy, my bitch so crazy
But that's my bitch though, I must be crazier, she must be schizo
Fuck it, I love her, fuck it, I love her, don't fuck with my lover
Boy I'll put you under
Her last nigga shunned her, she ride me like Honda
Amazing Amy, amazing Amy, that bitch so crazy
That bitch gon' kill me, then she'll be famous
That's what's amazing
But I'm in love with that ho though
Even though she loco
That pussy got me bozo
I'm in love with that ho bro
Amazing Amy, amazing Amy, my bitch so crazy
That bitch gon' kill me, then she'll be famous
That's so amazing

[Hook - Lil Wayne:]
She's so amazing
Lord I feel like Plies, that's my lil' baby
That bitch gon kill me, that'll be crazy
But that's what's amazing, that's my lil' baby
That bitch so crazy, amazing Amy
And this that Sorry 4 The Wait, Amy
And I'm so sorry for the wait, Amy...

[Verse 2 - Quavo:]
She told me wait on it
I told her she gon have to put a date on it
You already let Tunechi skate on it
My hook in the water, lil' mama, she bait on it
Damn, I mean she bite on it
Kawasaki she can ride on it
She too good for me like some vitamins
She swallowed the dick like a Heineken
I love her she came with a frying pan
Her mama black, her daddy from Japan
So amazing she deserve a Birkin bag
She so crazy she gonna take all of my cash
She in love with my money
And I am so crazy I'm gonna keep spending blue hunnids
And for the jabronis
Waiting for Migos and Wayne to fall off
Nigga you can wait on it

[Verse 3 - Offset:]
Choppa like Tony watch how I do my opponent
Wait on my moment I beat it I own it
Keep that thang on me you won't catch me lonely
She wanna suck and fuck and put it on me
She plotting on me trynna get some money
Had to cut her cause the millions coming
Run off with the work, started trappin dummies
Caucasian, Black and Asian you amazing
We poppin' them seals we not in the Navy
We won't take a deal cause we got the paper
That people hate it, we still nominated
Young Rich Niggas yeah we graduated
I got bitches in the kitchen cookin' Sarah Palin
Smoking up the gas bag you can smell the fragrance
Got me buying handbags, man this bitch is crazy

[Verse 4 - Takeoff:]
Amazing Amy
Amy wanna have my baby
(Nah) she been patiently waiting
Waitin' for me to get famous
Want me to buy her Mercedes
I thumb through the check then I looked at her crazy
I'm focused on the M&M's
You want Benjamin Franklins you gotta have patience
I pull up in the coupe and its disabled
I'm drinking on maple these bitches watching me on cable
Nigga's trynna copy but they can't be the creator
I'm a legend, feel like Will Smith, can you be my Jada?
And I'm in the Oakland Audi looking like a Raider
When the Migos in your city we pack out your stadium
In the kitchen with the Dominican's I'm creating em'
Trappin and dabbin', pull up at the bando I'm raiding it!

[Hook - Lil Wayne]

[Outro - Quavo:]
Amazing, amazing, ohh kill me! Crazy!
Amazing Amy! Oh! Oh!

Awkward lyrics - Lil Wayne

See we ain't got much in common
So we don't do that much talking
Sometimes it feels so awkward
She watch me take a shower
I asked her why she didn't join me
She said because you didn't ask me
I said damn,
I didn't think I had to
Then she take off my towel,
And I-I take off her blouse
I tell her that that pussy for me
Just incase she thought it was ours
And she say cool
And if you like it I love it
If she like it I love it
See we ain't got much in common
So we don't do that much talking
Cause everytime she try to tell me something
She open up her mouth and I stick my tongue in
She got a piercing in her vagina
A skirt with nothing under
And she say when she don't see me,
She feel like Stevie Wonder
That's when I said
Work, Work, Work
If you want that purse,
Skirt, shirt
She made me cum 100 times
She made me cum 100 times
She got that Work, Work, Work
I say you my bitch now
I'm calling you first
And then made her cum a 100 times
She kinda green but I'm color blind
See we ain't got much in common
So we don't do that much talking
Sometimes it feels so awkward
She watch me take a shower
I asked her why she didn't join me
She said because you didn't ask me
I said damn I didn't think I had to
Then she take off my towel
And I-I take off her blouse
I tell her that that pussy for me
Just incase she thought it was ours
And she say cool
Uh I like that shit
And she bite that lip
When she like that dick
Oooh I like that shit
And she bite that lip
Don't fight that dick girl...
Girl Fuckin with you
I'm a need another shower,
I'm a need another shower
Can you help me
Take another shower
Then we gonna make each other shower
There's steam in the air fog everywhere
She can get her hair wet
Cause it's her real hair
I be like Hell Yeah
And she be like Fucking Right
Now she got my leg in the air
I'm pulling on her hair
And she say I can pull it cause
It's her real hair
She be like Hell Yeah,
Hell yeah, Hell Yeah
Cause I Fuck Her Right
That's when I said
Work, Work, Work
If you want that purse,
Skirt, shirt
She made me cum 100 times
She made me cum 100 times
She got that
Work, Work, Work
I say you my bitch
Now I'm calling you first
And then it made
Her cum a 100 times
Yeah it made
Her cum a 100 times
Then I said
See we ain't got much in common
So we don't do that much talking
Sometimes it feels so awkward

Believe Me lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Drake)

[Hook - Drake:]
I'm the only one that get the job done
I don't know a nigga that can cover for me
Yeah, got some game from my day
So she might say she love me
She don't love me like she say she love me
Believe me, believe me
I'm that nigga, boy they love me in the streets
I'm not tryna find nobody else to beat
I'm the one they come to see because they all
Believe me

[Verse 1 - Drake:]
Yea, rip, rip, rip
It's been me and Young Tune off the rip
That's the man that put me in this shit
If a nigga fuck with him, I'll put him down quick
Got a verse for anybody wanna talk about the clique
I've been takin' shit light, you don't wanna hear me trip
God damn, do y'all really know who you fuckin' with?
Yeah, I mean you can't blame me for wonderin'
Doesn't matter, could be winter or the summer
On the road, I do One Direction numbers, I don't fuckin' miss
Yeah, Stunna and Mack know
When Wayne was gone for eight months, we put this thing up on our back
And I was snappin' off on every single track though
Collect call from the boss like where we at though
I was like, "Hah, it's our time, nigga"
He left Rikers in a Phantom, that's my nigga
And I've been rockin' with the team, Tha Carter IX
And we YMCMB, waitin' on somebody to try us, nigga
Yeah

[Hook - Drake]

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne:]
Lord knows I'll murder one of these niggas, yeah
Uh, His and hers Ferraris, nigga
One for me, one for my daughter, nigga
Waitin' for someone to test me like a Harvard nigga
I told her 2-23, two Michael Jordans, nigga
Come on, fight these shell cases like a lawyer, nigga
Find out where you stay, and act like we found some oil, nigga
Out of duct tape so when he prayin', I ignore the nigga
All I gotta say is sayonara, nigga
Drop dead gorgeous but the bitch ain't dyin' for a nigga
Where the real queens at? Shout out Capone and Noreaga
We can shoot it out and see who live to tell the story later
Diamonds in my Rollie face, cannot be exfoliated
They think I'm associated, I'm the one that orchestrated
Yayo get her ass whipped, whip that ass like horses racin'
Ain't 'bout what you walk away from, it's 'bout what you walk away with
Dead Presidents, them coffins vacant, I must be doin' somethin'

[Hook - Drake]

[Verse 3 - Drake:]
Had to get it poppin' off the rip
Rich young nigga that ain't never had to trick
Slim Thug flow but you know I like 'em thick
If she get a job at DOA, I drop her off a tip
I had to get it poppin' off the rip
I'm the one they tell ya been reppin' in the 6
Come into the city and ya niggas get to trippin'?
We'll take ya to the Scarborough Bluff and drop you off a cliff
Well damn... just be happy for the man
Nirvana, Coldplay nigga got bands
Ink from the money got it all over my hands
Goin' out to Houston spendin' all of my advance
V Live just took me for a cheque
"Drake you know I love you, you just took me outta debt"
Yes right now you are lookin' at the best
Mothafuck award shows and mothafuck the press like that!

[Verse 4 - Lil Wayne:]
Mothafuck the rest
When they jumped off the porch, I was stumblin' up the steps
I'd give what I collect before I give up my connect
It'd be a cold day in Hell, icicles made of sweat
One finger... slidin' 'cross my neck
Niggas know what that mean like they deaf
Nigga I'll fire this nina like it's her first day
On the job and the bitch overslept
Tune stay humble, nigga I'm a king
Need a horn and a drumroll
They throw mothafuckin' roses at my feet, nigga
I don't step on one rose
I'm the only one that get the job done
I don't know a nigga that can cover for me
Tape a couple kilos to the bitch stomach
She look like she got a bun in the oven from me
Preheat... believe me
All you gotta do is pay me every week
I had these bitches havin' babies every week
I'm the nigga, see me skatin' in the streets
Gone

(Believe me) [x3]

[Drake:] Rip, rip, nigga

California Love lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Tyga)

We met at city walk, universal studio
Uhh so beautiful
Truly cold
Shawty need a movie role
I am not an actor but I'm stickin to the script
Tony Montana had me stickin to da plimp
But now I got an actress stickin to my hip
And she hit with me with her
You can roll the credits.
Shawty is my fetish.
And you know I like em redish and shawty is redish
U kno I like em fine and shawty is da last number on my dial
Speedin like a cop behind me
Tryna catch up with this girl like sum 57 heinz
And u deserve lobster mami
So how bout I make reservations at crustaceans for 9?
Table for two
Just me and you
Some drinks and some food
Couple yeah I kno's couple of jokes
Uh couple plies uh couple girl I kno lour lines.
Cup of patron
Cup of Dom
Perignon
Cup of hound
Cup of mounz
Cup of groundz
Cup of groun
And we hit our cup of lawn and her goodies so good I can't make a bad sound
And her pussy so good wish I could wear it for cologne
And her pussy so wet I wish I slip and break my neck
And I take her to Rodeo
She shopped all day-o
And I fucked her hollywood ass like she was from LA-o
I wish dey could be california girls (California ca ca california)
Man I wish dey could be california girls (California ca ca california)

She my california love
My california love
Dat girl my california love

Uhh but shawty got da nerve though
Cause now she tellin me to stop
Now she said she wanna stop
Now I'm callin one stop: where da purple? like where da purple?
And my mamma said nerver hurt a woman but, wat if dat woman hurt me?
And dey say love is priceless but right now is dirt cheap
And we say we will fight dis until round 13 but jus like Mike Tyson we were not a sure thing.
We were only bitin on a dream in dat boxin ring and in dat boxes it's a ring... a ring
Now can somebody call dat thing and tell her shawty give me back my ring
Shawty give me back my ring... and dat one thing
And now I wish dey all...
I wish dey all could b california girls
Cus she was my California love
My California love
My California love
My California love
Da girl was my California love

[Tyga:]
Uhhh my caliz consist from Compton to da valley
Uh few statillion and rancho cucamonga
So run does they say waitin patiently like a drumroll
From my area codes got em all from 213, 310, 32330
I got a bad one up in carson soon as we met her heart strung
She gorgeous
I'm fallen
Can't fall though, never been my morals
Just plenty oral
I'm yung though so before we start get ready to bounce like a 64
Yo wats yo info? sexy text me like usin a pencil and your friends been know
I'm real gd yung money baby no rental
But before it all end (oh)
Just remember:
I'm that (oh)
You exited on
Just tell your friend who enter

D'usse lyrics - Lil Wayne

This motherfuckin' D'usse got me sweatin' and shit... word to God;
Hov fuck with ya boy
C5

Okay nigga I got em'
Point em' out and I got em'
Let 'em get a lil buzz
Then we robbin' for pollen
We ain't killin' no minors
You niggas still in the minus
And your bitch, we gonna blind her
Can't pick a side off the lineup
I swear lord knows Imma murk one of these niggas
Shoot you in your earth
And get earthworms on me nigga
I been did my time
I'm getting better with time
But real niggas don't whine
We'll burn down your vineyard
I been ballin' since cornrows
Still duckin' the narcos
My little niggas, in war mode
You spark it up, we charcoal
Got a bad bitch with long hair that have bad days when the mall closed
I'm a big dog, big doghouse, make ashtrays out of dog bowls
Blessins on top of sins, restin' with topless twins
Picture me broke but forgot to take the top off the lens
In the restaurant, I'm with Slim
Wrestlin' with lobster limbs
Talkin' about some M's, it's soundin' like gospel hymns
Yes lord

We on that D'usse, me and my nigga Euro
Tina Turn up in this bitch
We got Lauryn in this bitch
Serena Pink in this bitch, better known as Pinky
Yah dig?
What's up Brandon?
Lego!

Holly Grove nigga, rest in peace, Lil Kevin
Rest in peace, Lil Beezy
Rest in peace, Big Shellfish
The world is mine, I am selfish
I am a shark fuck them shellfish
Everybody in the building
Well I left that bitch like Elvis
Nigga please
Pops treated mom like Billie Jean
Like hot sauce, I put in on everything
I'ma give that fuckin' woman everything, everything
Here we go, bitch I'm cool, Coolio
She say "Tune, do me slow"
How many fish did Hootie blow? I don't know
Fuck who knows? I got a redbone with two golds
And she snort too much of that Micheal Jackson, that bitch gon'
Need a new nose
And I got time for you hoes
Shit I only have two goals and that is "Get Money, Get Money"
Now I'm ridin' 'round the city, with the top off the Maybach
Lookin for a motherfuckin' spot we can skate at
Elvis left the building
And I take these hoes to Graceland
And I got more bounce, to the 28 grams
I ain't stuntin these niggas, eyes look chinese
Wayne-chong to these niggas, Wayne-chong bitch!
More than one bitch
This for my niggas, we shall overcome, bitch
From New Orleans, niggas dyin' over dumb shit
You know we give the pastor hell, make the nun strip
Yeah I might have them bricks, call me Brick Cannon
Nina on my lap, what you want from Santa?
I might get money, fuck bitches, kill niggas and smoke weed
I'm married to this shit and I'm a wife beater, no sleeves
Do it for my hood, that 44 ain't no good
You better bring that chopper, cause we gon' have them choppers
Yeah I do it for my hood, that 45 ain't no good
You better bring the chopper, cause we gon' have them choppers, nigga
You better bring the chopper, you better bring the chopper
You better bring the chopper, cause we gon' have them choppers, yeah
We gon' have them choppers, we gon' have them choppers
You better bring the chopper, cause we gon' have them choppers, nigga
Mula!

My nigga hood in this bitch
Still on that D'usse
Shout out my nigga Lil Twist, my lil brother
He just passed out in the club the other night off that D'usse
Threw up on the owner
Owner talkin' about he wanted his money back
He wanted half of the money back
Twist took all the money and left
That's some Young Money shit
Soo Woo to the B gang
Rest in peace, Paedophile

Do It Again lyrics - Lil Wayne

Hey
I remember da way
We would both say
We be together
Forever and a day
Well I guess dat day
Came sooner den late
Cus now
We're apart and away
And it feels so stray
N.G.E. wouldn't you say
I use to
Call u bay
And u use to obey
And I just wish we could

"Do it again" [x3]

Hey
I got my business together
Wish I could get together
But timing is an error
And I
Tell a lie
To you like ever
If I was even ever
Given another chance to

"Do it again"

Like I died
And gone to heaven
Climbed inside a treasure
Died inside of pleasure like
Wow
Your smile is but of essence
Your child is so precious
I wish
It was paternally mine
But karma is a message
But I'm a try to test it
And scream for a blessing
So loud
And I hope that you would catch it
And one day you would come fallin
Out of the most highest cloud

Then I'll be there to catch you
Yes
I'll be there to let you
Do da things
We didn't do before
Now
Next time we have to stretch it
Do it never forget it
I never forgot
I wish dat we could

"Do it again" [x3]

Hey
I'm just trynna talk to you
If I could talk to you
Den I would talk
Forever and a day
Yes I remember
So vividly
How we would be
When we lay
And my then blue skies
Were no longer gray
She so brightened up my day
Put it on a scripture
She would be a picture
If perfect had a face
I promise you homie
Dat u would be hungry like me
If you had a taste
I put it on my momma
Cus baby girl is a flower
A flower without a vase
No water needed at all
She continues to grow
More beautiful everyday
And I love her somethin vicious
And I'm just wishin
We could

"Do it again" [x3]

Gotti lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. The LOX)

C5, D-Block, LOX

[The LOX:]
Say the judge or the jury can't spoil this
Nah two thirds of the world's most loyalest
I'mma shoot em
I'mma pay the bail I'm sure of this
I'mma kill em I'mma get the witness, teach 'em more of this
We never sing not even on a song where the chorus is
Dig the hole, get the wood box bring the florist in
Tell the pastor tell the family we was just warning them
38's 45's, all type of Taurus'
About to hit the bong pour the holy water in
Celebrating for participating and the slaughtering
Eating steaks at the same spot they killed Paulie in
Frank White's three in the quarter taping your daughter in
Columbia with the connect putting the order in
Nigga act we gonna clap like we the audience
Make sure you ain't down to strap, get rid of all the prints
Do your homework on whoever you go to war against

I had 20s on my Benz, lend it to all my friends
And everything was all gravy, everything was all gravy
And if I need something call Baby, I need something call Baby
And the streets was calling me, but a nigga had call waiting
And yeah we all went through our phases
We all went through our savings
Some niggas stayed on point, some niggas was point shaving
And sometimes we had to be vegetables
That mean we had to stay patient cause they say you are what you eat
I took the star out of starvation, bitch
I come from a Third World, start rapping in the fourth grade
Start trapping in the sixth grade, went platinum in the tenth grade
Dropped out a nigga was getting paid
This when Birdman had a fade
This when Hummers didn't come stretch, but Birdman had 'em made
This when pretty bitches set you up, and niggas didn't give two fucks
You had two guns and two phones, you could waste time and get and get a new cup
But this when niggas had pimp cups, and new rappers got hem'd up
And all them niggas that's biting got they fins cut

I know real niggas gon' fuck with this
Like "that's that shit I be talkin' 'bout"
I know real niggas gon' fuck with this
Like "that's that shit I be talkin' 'bout"

And we gon' be around til yo motherfuckin' body rot
And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got
And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got
And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got

But this when niggas had pimp cups, and dirty money got rinsed up
And the early birds in the worm hole would get so fat that they'd get stuck
We'd clean our fingerprints up, we'd clean the shit we didn't touch
This when niggas called Diddy Puff
Letting Biggie bump while I'm sitting up in that big body
I can show you a dead body
Lotta niggas got pinched, and the snitches ended up dead lobsters
Wrap the birds in red tape call them bitches Red Robins
Pops had Kilos I needed one key I would've made cops
Free my niggas down and Rest In Peace to all my dead partners
I smoke by the pound in like a week, and fuck the Weight Watchers
Got my self a brand new triple-beam, just the weigh options
I stumbled upon a gold mine I thank God that it ain't copper
Some niggas were late bloomers, but boy look how they've blossomed
Don't know niggas that wear wires but I know niggas that go haywire
I know hoes that play possum, and will bring us to y'all mailboxes
And dead man can't talk and the Feds don't have séances
Look you put a knot on the end of a condom full of drugs and put it in her pussy
And get through customs cause last time we just took em
I rather be blind before I be the nigga that stand around just lookin'
And you can beat around the bush and find a nigga laying behind them bushes

I know real niggas gon' fuck with this
Like "that's that shit I be talkin' 'bout"
I know real niggas gon' fuck with this
Like "that's that shit I be talkin' 'bout

And we gon' be around til yo motherfuckin' body rot
And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got
And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got
And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got

C5

Grateful lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Gudda Gudda)

New chapter, move on, look back for what?
Ain't afraid to die, I done done it already
All that money on your mind I done spun it already
I was hustlin' already, I was fuckin' already, yeah
Pussy, money, weed was the subject already
See I'm TTG, trained to go, time to get it
For my woes, for my city, for my hoes, for my critics
See it's TTG, trained to go, time to grind, no more CMB
Excuse my French, but you know what you can mwah, yeah
Excuse my Spanish, but it's no más
I been working hard for no prize
I'm still grateful though I show pride
And you don't see Stunna right next to me
And I won't see Stunna write checks to me
They can't put no more Weezy Baby out
That's that Cash Money vasectomy
I still got love for my enemy
Cause I know its tough to be interesting
I know it's tough to be anything, but be grateful

Ain't afraid to die, I done it already, yeah
See I'm TTG, trained to go, time to get it, yeah
Ain't afraid to die, I done it already, yeah
See it's TTG, trained to go, time to get it, yeah
You don't see Stunna right next to me
And I won't see Stunna write checks to me
You don't see Stunna right next to me
And I won't see Stunna write checks to me
And I still got love for my enemy
Cause I know it's tough to be interesting
I know its tough to be anything but a hater
Fuck later, I want mine now
Fuck later, you done fucked up now, see you later
You fucked up now, oh baby

You are witnessing, the bomeback
Yeah, put your money where your fucking mouth at, yeah
I pull up on em bumping Keith Sweat
Them niggas never see me sweat
And tell the press I'm not depressed, I just had to press reset
I just had to get me set, and I'm not playin' skip recess
I'm a different Weezy, and I'm drippin' Fiji
In a Lamborghini with the seats wet
Hardest lesson is regret
Snorting powder on the P jet
Ask the pilot are we there yet
He said we on the ground, and we ain't even leave yet
Had to step back and take a deep breath
It's hard as heck to show 'em respect
I love 'em to death but they ain't dead yet
Don't know how long I'm able to repeat that
Me I'm just tryin' to see the bread stretch
These niggas tryna see dreads stress
I'm tryin' to see the dead rest
And I can't rest if I ain't pray yet

Father forgive them for their wrong doings
For they do not know what they are doing Amen

Ain't afraid to die, I done it already
See I'm TTG, trained to go, time to get it
For my woes, for my city, for my hoes, for my critics
See it's TTG, time to grind, no more CMB
Excuse my French, but you know what you can mwah, yeah
Excuse my Spanish but its no más
I been working hard for no choirs
I'm still grateful though I show pride
You don't see Stunna right next to me
And I won't see Stunna write checks to me
You don't see Stunna right next to me
And I won't see Stunna write checks to me
And I still got love for my enemy
Cause I know its tough to be interesting
I know it's tough to be anything, but be grateful

[Gudda Gudda:]
Can't lie we blessed, safe deposit box where I hide the check
Wear a hockey Jersey just to hide the vest
I talked to god he deny the stress
I make women cry when they next to me
They say they blessed to be next to me
Give my kids my heart put my mind in my music
And I let them hoes get the rest of me
Can't let this cold world get the best of me
Got the recipe for my destiny
Yeah I want them mills like Stephanie
Want the blue face hundreds preferably
This is the bounce back this is God's work
This is hard work, this is our work
This is all night graveyard work
Man this beat is godless
So I'm takin' off like a screechin' Harly
Watch the women wave cause I'm freakin' gnarly
Percs and purp got me sleepin' calmly
So I wake up and I chase the check
'Cause we ain't promised life, but we promised death
But we gon win, and I promise that
Young Money Records, you should honor that
And my vicious city got respect for me
Got killas to get at yo neck for me
You get the best of me, until the death of me
And the second me gon be the better me

Ain't afraid to die, I done it already
All that money on your mind I done done it already
I was hustlin' already, I was fuckin' already
Pussy money weed was the subject already
See I'm TTG, trained to go, time to get it
For my woes, for my city, for my hoes, for my critics
See it's TTG, time to grind, no more CMB
Excuse my French, but you know what you can mwah, yeah
Excuse my Spanish but it's no más
I been working hard for no prize
I'm still grateful though I show pride
You don't see Stunna right next to me
And I won't see Stunna write checks to me
I still got love for my enemy, cause I know it's interesting
I know it's tough to be anything but be grateful
Fuck later, I want mine now
Fuck later, fuck them now see you later
Fuck them, oh baby

Grindin' lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Drake)

[Intro:]
Grindin', grindin'
Grindin', grindin'
Grindin', grindin'
Grindin', grindin'

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne:]
I'm grindin', I'm grindin', I'm grindin' I promise
I fuck her until I get tired, retire and then come out retirement
My girl like it rough she said "find me a diamond"
Her body be grindin',
Lord we be on every kind of narcotic
That make us believe, when we lyin', we honest, I love you
Pick, Michael Jackson to Jordan to Tyson to Myers
Too much dirty money when the colors
Are washing the whites in the dryer my nigga
It ain't rocket science just rockets
I sleep in pussy not pajamas, grindin'
I got this shit down to a science, I turn in my project, A minus
Whew, I ain't crazy, I'm krazy and all of my niggas chaotic
Dressed in all black like they gothic
Music too loud to hear sirens, we pop, pop, pop up where you stay
Knock, knock, knock, anyone home?
Pop, pop, pop, pop then we outtie
I need a bitch like Naomi to take off her clothes like Leilani for niggas that's grindin'

[Hook - Lil Wayne:]
Nigga I'm grindin' for all my shit
Grindin' for all my shit
Yeah, I'm grindin' for all my shit
I put time into all this shit
I'm grindin' for all my shit
I'm grindin' for all my shit
Perfect timing with all my shit
I'm grindin' for all my shit

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne:]
The feds be spying on all of us nigga
These hoes be lying to all of us nigga
I got news for the monogamous niggas
Yo' bitch fucking anonymous niggas
I done seen it all my nigga
Cause these hoes seeing all of my niggas
Cause what's the hottest shit on these corners?
That's me and all my niggas
Grind for all this shit, I ain't ever fall for that bitch
Cause picking up the feather from a lovebird
Is like a medicine ball to that bitch
We'll bring Gucci bag in this bitch
And you know what's stashed in that bitch
These niggas walk around with they chests out
Like Janet Jackson and shit
I'm sweatin' grindin' this bitch, I need a shrine in this bitch
Fuck double O seven, I work twenty-four seven
Ain't got time to bond with no bitch
Heard Jay-Z got a new Cognac, where to find that shit?
The weed sticky, grind that shit
Where I got it from? Nevermind that shit

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Drake:]
I got a new vision for all my shit
I don't know what to call that shit
I know, I'm selling all of my cars
I'm selling all of my watches
I'm selling diamonds and all of that shit
Realized I don't need that shit
I'm a different breed with this shit
I'm tryna turn M's to B's in this shit
And I ain't ever pay to be with no bitch
I, I, I want that Brigitte Bardot hanging over my bed
Fifty mill in one room, you, you could ask anyone out here
Who running the game? And they'll tell you the truth
Man, they'll tell you
Oh look, they fuck with me now
I think they're hearin' me now
Someone said "Nigga they takin' you seriously now"
I'm like "I think they just might be scared of me now"
But it's all good, niggas wrong every day, niggas wrong every day
Go, goin' to LA where I'm tryna get high and do a song every day
Safe, we ain't ever have to play it safe
I would rather stack it up and put it in a safe
Then peek inside the safe and see I'm runnin' out of space
Mothafucka that's grindin'

[Hook]

[Bridge - Lil Wayne:]
(Grindin', grindin') Perfect timing
(Grindin', grindin')
(Grindin', grindin')
I would rather stack it up and put it in the safe
Than peek inside the safe and say I'm running out of space
Believe that

[Verse 4 - Lil Wayne:]
Scoob, find another oo-wop
Tell them niggas cool out
Cause it can be a mohafucking shoot-out
Kidnap a nigga, beat the truth out
Moms pick the suit out
Top floor, window he get threw out
Deuce out, pussy bitches, deuce out
Flying out the crew out, they flew out
Invite 'em to my new house, my new house
I'm fucking every night up in my new house
Cause bitch I worked too hard for this new house, grindin'
I'm fucking every night up in my new house
Cause bitch I worked too hard for this new house, I'm grindin'
I'm fucking every night up in my new house
Cause bitch I worked too hard for this new house, I'm grindin'

[Outro:]
Swag, swag!
Swag, swag!

In the new house, you got trap

Heavenly Father lyrics - Lil Wayne

[Sample:]
Heavenly Father, creator of all things
I humble myself, as I bow to your throne
Heavenly Father

[Lil Wayne:]
Before I sleep I pray to the Lord
My soul to keep and if I should die
Before I wake, I pray to the Lord
My soul to take for Goodness sake
Before I sleep I pray to the Lord
My soul to keep and if I should die
Before I wake, I pray to the Lord
My soul to take (Heavenly Father)

Yeah, I wrote my will just the other week
It was funny, it was only one sheet
And I know there's only one me
But I hope I am everything my son needs
I try and live right, stay on the drum beat
But I'm in the fast lane, in the front seat
I wonder, will I lose control of the Maserati
And hit some tree, just being young me?
Is there a heaven for G's and soldiers?
I can't go to hell, cause I'd take over
I feel it approachin' but I ain't scared
I made that bed and I should rest in peace
(Heavenly Father)

Before I sleep I pray to the Lord
My soul to keep and if I should die
Before I wake, I pray to the Lord
My soul to take for Goodness sake
Before I sleep I pray to the Lord
My soul to keep and if I should die
Before I wake, I pray to the Lord
My soul to take (Heavenly Father)

Yeah, and everytime I see the sun shine
I drop down and give thanks at least one time
Feeling like I'm living on the frontline
I'm feeling like every second is crunch time
I've had breakfast, will I make it to lunchtime?
And I ain't joking so don't be looking for punchlines
Will I be the next victim of a gun crime?
I don't know the answer, that's why I brung mine
Riding by myself late at night
Pistol on my lap at every single red light
Yeah, I made my bed right
So when I do I should sleep tight
In peace I rest (Heavenly Father)

Before I sleep I pray to the Lord
My soul to keep and if I should die
Before I wake, I pray to the Lord
My soul to take for Goodness sake
Before I sleep I pray to the Lord
My soul to keep and if I should die
Before I wake, I pray to the Lord
My soul to take (Heavenly Father)

Bury me a gangster cause that's what I live
Don't cry for me I gave the best I could give
I can only do me, so that's what I did
And I cherish every breathe of my kid
And I don't wanna go before she grow, that ain't cool
But in this game of life I don't make the rules
Shit, so that's why I get twisted
So I can't feel it when it hits me
And my moms don't need that owner
But I see death around the corner
And if he, so I just gotta make my way around the block
You gotta answer the door when he knock
(Heavenly Father) Belee that

Before I sleep I pray to the Lord
My soul to keep and if I should die
Before I wake, I pray to the Lord
My soul to take for Goodness sake
Before I sleep I pray to the Lord
My soul to keep and if I should die
Before I wake, I pray to the Lord
My soul to take for Goodness sake (Heavenly Father)

[Sample:]
Creator of all things
I humble myself, as I bow to your throne
Heavenly Father