Hittas lyrics - lil wayne

 Is it true you performed with Willie Nelson at the Country Music Awards?

I don't know, but I know I did perform at this bad ass bitch birthday party recently. She was crazy, stupid thick

Mack in here

Pooh in here

Scoob in here with me

Tell them hoes get they mind right, tell them niggas back up

Man, I heard the truth is hard to swallow, do you have cups?

Used the rope to hang myself to tie a money bag up

Tell 'em get they iron right before Iron-Man come

Tell 'em bring my car around, tell 'em bitches lap up

I'ma cut this music down, tell 'em put they APs up

Tell 'em throw they pride out, roll the windows back up

Money in the air, who said white men can't jump?

Catch that nigga late night on the phone at a gas pump

Let me get the phone and the car once it's gassed up

AK-47 make a sittin' duck stand up

I could let it blast, but I much rather have one

Tell 'em bring my car around, tell 'em bitches lap up

Then them hoes get passed down, then them hoes get passed up

Sittin' on this money to me feel like a cactus

I'm stickin' to this shit, you would've been have hopped yo' ass up

Tell 'em, I got hittas woadie (Hittas woadie)

I got, yeah I got plenty woadie

I got hittas woadie (Hittas woadie)

I got, yeah I got plenty woadie (Plenty woadie)

I got hittas woadie, yeah I got plenty woadie

And they just wait for the word, this shit like Wheel of Fortune

Goddamn, these snitches nosy, goddamn, these snitches nosy

Nigga, I'm a ass with that semi; call me semicolon

Yeah I got hittas woadie, yeah I got plenty woadie

They kick the door and kill yo' ass and leave the children snorin'

I'm sippin' lean out a glass, make me feel important

I made some green in the past and now it's good as golden, yeah

Clearly, Lil Wayne answers to no one

I got hittas, woadie

I got, yeah, I got plenty, woadie (Plenty woadie)

I got hittas, woadie (Hittas woadie)

I got, yeah, I got plenty woadie

I'm so lifted, I'm so lifted

I wrote my will in hieroglyphics (In hieroglyphics)

Weezy, where you been? The people miss you

Crickets

I got hittas and they not kidders, that's my niggas

You got niggas but they not hittas, they got jitters

They get hit up, I'm placin' figures on your niggas

Takin' bidders, yo' bae, yo' niggas, don't make a difference

I got shooters, on pharmaceuticals, they armed and brutal

Armed intruders, 'cause we don't doodle, we draw conclusions

I got sprayers, all type of sprayers, we gon' need Google

I got paper, on top of paper, we gon' need rulers

I'm effective, been doin' numbers since Roman numerals

Strong as sumo, we armed as usual, my hittas hungry

Charleston Chew you, bazookas chew you, just like Bazookas

Don't confuse 'em, we only hittas, y'all only humans

Don't get hit up, woadie (Hit up, woadie, hit up, woadie)

'Cause I got hittas woadie

He's a very smart child. And I just said he was a genius, you know what I'm sayin'? Which I used to pray, and ask the Lord to send me one. You know, he did. He's so smart, I can't teach him nothin'. He's done been here before