[laughs] kush...good kush
Weezy dip dip, wayne set set
And i grip techs leave em waterbed wet
And i know just where to put these hollow tips
His chest his chest his chest (gasp)
A yo i take on a gang of gangs
Anything animals arrangatangs
Gorillas turn to bape and apes when i make it rain
I got a whole collection
I got a dope connection
I got a coke connection
I got a doe infection
No homo my flow is hard as an erection
So that's why it's fuck the world wit protection [laughs]
Pay attention to the lecture my words carry life like a stretcher (yeah)
You know young wayne in here
Smellin teen spirit like kurt cobain is here (yeah yeah)
We got them thangs in here and we will bang in here (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
And the bank is here linclon's here, grant is here, jackson's here, franklin's here them dead muthafuckas
And the drank is here, dank is here here, stank in here, gangstas here wankstas fear that red muthafucka
And my city hot ride wit da itchy cock
Coop wit the titties pop
Murda fo da city cop
And i got the hatas like when will he stop maybe a minute after never set ya clock
I'm a nut case uptown's my birthplace
They feel me comin like the weekend on thursday
We got vegas chips nigga bet bet
I hope you boys ready because i'm jet set
And when i come up in the building you already know bitch wet bitch wet bitch wet (fuck naw)
[laughs] yeah
Yes umm gloves, drowes, socks, tees, all made by Ralph Lauren
No shades just my eyeballs watchin' em
Tattoos on top of them
Igloos for watches and champaign for breakfast
And sports cars for lunch and pussy for dinner
I eat rappers and call it pussy for dinner (yeah)
Ask the paprazzi, i'm in a mazardi
Ridin shoty bad bitch, clyde and bonnie
I call her kami that's short for kamikaze
She call me daddy and never short wit daddy money
It's weezy babay shine like a brass monkey
I'm neva broke neva have a cast on me
Always paid always got cash on me
I gotta feed the pockets on my pants hungry
I'm a phantom haula, a shoota not a brawla
And your girlfriend's a determined carter caller
Control a bitch and let a nigga hold a bitch or
I put her on a corner shit and let her make a prono flick
She would play the role again whenver she roll again
Pop a pill and roll again now we on the road again (yeah yeah)
I work her work her tell her be my slave
Bitch i'm paid out my cage
I just can't feel my face
Wit santana we wild ridahs like al qeada
Supreme dada young mula bird jr. (yeah)
Ha
President lyrics - Lil Wayne
And who i be? Weezy Baby, and honey please, say the baby,
And I got em on they knees, saying baby,
Im a goodfella, they bout to make me
But I been made ho, I been paid ho,
I spent 2000 dollas on these shades ho'
I'm red hot, I'm ice cold
I got enough cheese, keep me out that mice hole
I got nice hoes, I got bad bitches
Yea, Daddy's rich I got their bitches
[Chorus]
Hey where we from, new orleans
Hurricanes pussy poppa's murder scenes
And what we drink? (drank)
That lean (lean)
Cuz that liquor get a nigga ass beat (get bout him!)
And what we smoke? That piffy (you know)
Presidential shit, bill clinton (you know)
Black phantom (huh), windows tinted (i love it)
Presidential shit, monica lewinsky
[Verse 1]
Back for the M*tha F*ckn title its your idle,
Get money 'til I die, got my hand on the bible
I'm a scrap what I'm writing wit a hand full of rifle
If ya man feelin Eifel, Imma make his ass leeeeaaan
Yeeah, 60 grand cut the lights on, 40 grand for the floor cut the mic on
Thats right ho, Hawaiian punch sprite so purple wit the 'tuss
Bitch I'm on that leaaaan,
Yeah, and I'm on that green
Won a championship I'm still on that team
Yeah, and I'm ya woman's dream,
And If ya feelin' cold man Imma blow that steam (PFFFF)
Hah, and I'm so damn clean
These leaves cost a stack, that's throw back jeans
You wouldn't know that you don't roll like me
We in the building everything cool until i scream (yeah)
[Chorus]
Hey where we from, new orleans
Hurricanes pussy poppa's murder scenes
And what we drink? (drank)
That lean (lean)
Cuz that liquor get a nigga ass beat (get bout him!)
And what we smoke? That piffy (you know)
Presidential shit, bill clinton (you know)
Black phantom (huh), windows tinted (i love it)
Presidential shit, monica lewinsky
[Verse 2]
Ridin' in the caddy mo'
Blowin like sachmo
I'm highly strapped low
Baby go from what ya know
Tinteds turn pictures change new photo different frame
Money up, champagne, still posin', same game
Cash money still, do it for the money
Gotta black car, grey car, gas car, green car
Backyard theme park, front yard car show
I'm somewhere in the house
And it's like where's waldo?
Ten bricks straight powder air cargo
Weezy F. straight hustlin' no barcode
You don't know what my heart holds, straight fuel
Take ya bitch from the club make her ass a mule
Put some weight on her back make her ass move
She give daddy money back that's a fast move
40 G's one chain, that's a man jewels
45 for the Jag dude
[Chorus]
Hey where we from, new orleans
Hurricanes pussy poppa's murder scenes
And what we drink? (drank)
That lean (lean)
Cuz that liquor get a nigga ass beat (get bout him!)
And what we smoke? That piffy (you know)
Presidential shit, bill clinton (you know)
Black phantom (huh), windows tinted (i love it)
Presidential shit, monica lewinsky
[Verse 3]
Uh, smooth out my mansion to my whip
I leave the bullshit inside wit my bitch
I move the heavy ass gun from my hip
Then I sit the same heavy ass strap on my lap
I'm steady as crack wit the strap
I'm heavy as da-white but Dwayne not fat
I'm right like Betty and the fetti is the facts
The Birdman Junior holla back where ya stack
I'm just tryin' to let my hair back
And chill where they got some air at, Ya hear dat?
Champagne clear liquor put that beer back
Got work so cheap it's on Sears racks
Holla at me on the low I take care of that
And feds buy mixtapes yeah I'm aware of that
But this here is the suffix you scared of dat
When you get shot you know where ya at
And where we from NEW ORLEANS
And I got em on they knees, saying baby,
Im a goodfella, they bout to make me
But I been made ho, I been paid ho,
I spent 2000 dollas on these shades ho'
I'm red hot, I'm ice cold
I got enough cheese, keep me out that mice hole
I got nice hoes, I got bad bitches
Yea, Daddy's rich I got their bitches
[Chorus]
Hey where we from, new orleans
Hurricanes pussy poppa's murder scenes
And what we drink? (drank)
That lean (lean)
Cuz that liquor get a nigga ass beat (get bout him!)
And what we smoke? That piffy (you know)
Presidential shit, bill clinton (you know)
Black phantom (huh), windows tinted (i love it)
Presidential shit, monica lewinsky
[Verse 1]
Back for the M*tha F*ckn title its your idle,
Get money 'til I die, got my hand on the bible
I'm a scrap what I'm writing wit a hand full of rifle
If ya man feelin Eifel, Imma make his ass leeeeaaan
Yeeah, 60 grand cut the lights on, 40 grand for the floor cut the mic on
Thats right ho, Hawaiian punch sprite so purple wit the 'tuss
Bitch I'm on that leaaaan,
Yeah, and I'm on that green
Won a championship I'm still on that team
Yeah, and I'm ya woman's dream,
And If ya feelin' cold man Imma blow that steam (PFFFF)
Hah, and I'm so damn clean
These leaves cost a stack, that's throw back jeans
You wouldn't know that you don't roll like me
We in the building everything cool until i scream (yeah)
[Chorus]
Hey where we from, new orleans
Hurricanes pussy poppa's murder scenes
And what we drink? (drank)
That lean (lean)
Cuz that liquor get a nigga ass beat (get bout him!)
And what we smoke? That piffy (you know)
Presidential shit, bill clinton (you know)
Black phantom (huh), windows tinted (i love it)
Presidential shit, monica lewinsky
[Verse 2]
Ridin' in the caddy mo'
Blowin like sachmo
I'm highly strapped low
Baby go from what ya know
Tinteds turn pictures change new photo different frame
Money up, champagne, still posin', same game
Cash money still, do it for the money
Gotta black car, grey car, gas car, green car
Backyard theme park, front yard car show
I'm somewhere in the house
And it's like where's waldo?
Ten bricks straight powder air cargo
Weezy F. straight hustlin' no barcode
You don't know what my heart holds, straight fuel
Take ya bitch from the club make her ass a mule
Put some weight on her back make her ass move
She give daddy money back that's a fast move
40 G's one chain, that's a man jewels
45 for the Jag dude
[Chorus]
Hey where we from, new orleans
Hurricanes pussy poppa's murder scenes
And what we drink? (drank)
That lean (lean)
Cuz that liquor get a nigga ass beat (get bout him!)
And what we smoke? That piffy (you know)
Presidential shit, bill clinton (you know)
Black phantom (huh), windows tinted (i love it)
Presidential shit, monica lewinsky
[Verse 3]
Uh, smooth out my mansion to my whip
I leave the bullshit inside wit my bitch
I move the heavy ass gun from my hip
Then I sit the same heavy ass strap on my lap
I'm steady as crack wit the strap
I'm heavy as da-white but Dwayne not fat
I'm right like Betty and the fetti is the facts
The Birdman Junior holla back where ya stack
I'm just tryin' to let my hair back
And chill where they got some air at, Ya hear dat?
Champagne clear liquor put that beer back
Got work so cheap it's on Sears racks
Holla at me on the low I take care of that
And feds buy mixtapes yeah I'm aware of that
But this here is the suffix you scared of dat
When you get shot you know where ya at
And where we from NEW ORLEANS
Crazy lyrics - Lil Wayne
I remember then
Back in december, it wuz winter
Like '89
Shit i must of been 7 goin on 8
And comin from da kitchen wuz a echo from all da base
And i aint talkin bout speakas umm mmm
I saw my daddy in there i would stare
But i wouldnt touch
But it wasnt because i didnt know enough
Shit..i jus knew too much
So i stop bein lazy, and i became creative
And i learned how to create it
And all dat pots for me!!!
So come see... or come eat
And i hope dat she is having da ride of her life
No red lights inside, jus a bare room wit green lights ummm mmm
Come on now
Who did you, where did you, why did you what did you think she was
Haahaaa thats ur hoe my guns of water help your garden grow...no
Yeah i know dat wuz crazy
But i think u are more crazy..yer
Than her
Cuz she is no daisy
Shit she jus pottery
Wit no seeds
So she cant eat
My heroes had da broads and da cars wit big ol' rims
And i could remember slangin, thinkin
I wanna be like them
Ever since i was little, ever since i was little
I lived life numb
It made so much since for me to run
When da 5-0 come
Cuz i aint dumb umm mmm
And dat shit i hated
Like early 90s late 80s
I wuz husltin as a baby
U can ask eagle street, about me
Ima g
Ever since i wuz little eva since i wuz little i tote my gun
Cuz it made no sense where i wuz from hmmm
To walk around wit none
Shit,nicca u would be crazy
Cuz niccas is crazy
And im a 80s baby
U should be proud of me
Cuz in dem streets
Im hot like da 80s
And my temperatures raisin
Im at 100 im blazin
Sumbody shower me
Please pret-ty please
You can call me wizzle or u can call me wayne
Man eitha one but its weezy baby for your slut
I told her weezy baby, i told her more than once
But she just say baby, she jus calls me baby
She jus screams out baby, when she's on top of me
And da sheets be stickin like pages
And da bed is so stanky
If she say dat is my baby, shit it is prossibly not for me
M.-O.-E.
Back in december, it wuz winter
Like '89
Shit i must of been 7 goin on 8
And comin from da kitchen wuz a echo from all da base
And i aint talkin bout speakas umm mmm
I saw my daddy in there i would stare
But i wouldnt touch
But it wasnt because i didnt know enough
Shit..i jus knew too much
So i stop bein lazy, and i became creative
And i learned how to create it
And all dat pots for me!!!
So come see... or come eat
And i hope dat she is having da ride of her life
No red lights inside, jus a bare room wit green lights ummm mmm
Come on now
Who did you, where did you, why did you what did you think she was
Haahaaa thats ur hoe my guns of water help your garden grow...no
Yeah i know dat wuz crazy
But i think u are more crazy..yer
Than her
Cuz she is no daisy
Shit she jus pottery
Wit no seeds
So she cant eat
My heroes had da broads and da cars wit big ol' rims
And i could remember slangin, thinkin
I wanna be like them
Ever since i was little, ever since i was little
I lived life numb
It made so much since for me to run
When da 5-0 come
Cuz i aint dumb umm mmm
And dat shit i hated
Like early 90s late 80s
I wuz husltin as a baby
U can ask eagle street, about me
Ima g
Ever since i wuz little eva since i wuz little i tote my gun
Cuz it made no sense where i wuz from hmmm
To walk around wit none
Shit,nicca u would be crazy
Cuz niccas is crazy
And im a 80s baby
U should be proud of me
Cuz in dem streets
Im hot like da 80s
And my temperatures raisin
Im at 100 im blazin
Sumbody shower me
Please pret-ty please
You can call me wizzle or u can call me wayne
Man eitha one but its weezy baby for your slut
I told her weezy baby, i told her more than once
But she just say baby, she jus calls me baby
She jus screams out baby, when she's on top of me
And da sheets be stickin like pages
And da bed is so stanky
If she say dat is my baby, shit it is prossibly not for me
M.-O.-E.
"Like Father, Like Son" (2006) - (as Birdman & Lil Wayne)
- Loyalty (Skit) lyrics - Lil Wayne
- Over Here Hustlin' lyrics - Lil Wayne
- Stuntin' Like My Daddy lyrics - Lil Wayne
- 1st Key lyrics - Lil Wayne
- Like Father, Like Son lyrics - Lil Wayne
- You Ain't Know lyrics - Lil Wayne
- Family Rules (Skit) lyrics - Lil Wayne
- Know What I'm Doin' lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Rick Ross, T-Pain)
- Don't Die lyrics - Lil Wayne
- Ain't Worried Bout Shit lyrics - Lil Wayne
- Out The Pound lyrics - Lil Wayne
- Leather So Soft lyrics - Lil Wayne
- Army Gunz lyrics - Lil Wayne
- Protector (Skit) lyrics - Lil Wayne
- Get That Money lyrics - Lil Wayne
- No More lyrics - Lil Wayne
- High lyrics - Lil Wayne
- Cali Dro lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Daz Dillinger, Kurupt)
- About All That lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Fat Joe)
- Respect (Outro) lyrics - Lil Wayne
- Brown Paper Bag lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Young Jeezy, Juelz Santana & others)
- Shooter lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Robin Thicke)
- Stuntin' Like My Daddy (Rock Remix) lyrics - Lil Wayne
Loyalty (Skit) lyrics - Lil Wayne
You Know While Your Mother Is Cooking The Macaronni
Today I Figured Id Sit Down And Talk To You Since Your Old Enough.
You Know Its Time That You Really Realize What This Family Is All About
Cause About This Time Is When Your Gonna Be Able To Join In
And Earn Some Real Money And Real Cash But Before You Do That
I Wanna Teach You A Little Bit About Loyalty,
The Main Name Of This Game Is Respect And Loyalty.
Family Is A Big Thing When We Do This Kind Of Business
Everything Is With Respect And When A Family Member Gets Outta
Line And Another Family Dont Like It One Thing Leads To Another
And The Next Thing You Know, Your Gone And Then Your Just A Memory Of Me,
My Hearts Broke Then, But You Gotta Remember Theres Always Family And Loyalty,
Loyalty Is The Main Thing. Obviously You Know I Dont Make My Money,
I Dont Make All My Cash From Uh Construction Jobs We Do And
Uh Sanitation And Private Stuff Is All Earned Money Through The Family
And Since Your Of Age Now I Think Its Time I
Taught You What Coming Into The Family And Respect Is All About.
So The First Thing You Gotta Learn Is The Name Respect,
Tha Means You Dont Cross Nobody You Dont Go Over The Line,
Once You Go Over That Line Theres No Coming Back Whether
Youre A Member Of The Family Or Not.
Thats When People Get Whacked And We Dont Want Nobody Whacked In Our Family
So I Gotta Teach You The Proper Way Of Respect.
When Youre Earning Money, Everybody Earns, Everybody Eats Bread.
Its All About Cash Money Thats What Its All About Making The Money.
So The First Thing Of Business Is This, You Remember Your Name,
You Dont Forgets Your Roots.
You Never Ever Disrespect Anyone Thats Above You Especially Your Capo
Especially The Big Time Guys, Those Are The Guys You Listen To.
You Never Ever Disrespect Anyone Unless Your Told To Unless You Get The Okay.
And If There Is No Sit Down Theres Nothing.
Today I Figured Id Sit Down And Talk To You Since Your Old Enough.
You Know Its Time That You Really Realize What This Family Is All About
Cause About This Time Is When Your Gonna Be Able To Join In
And Earn Some Real Money And Real Cash But Before You Do That
I Wanna Teach You A Little Bit About Loyalty,
The Main Name Of This Game Is Respect And Loyalty.
Family Is A Big Thing When We Do This Kind Of Business
Everything Is With Respect And When A Family Member Gets Outta
Line And Another Family Dont Like It One Thing Leads To Another
And The Next Thing You Know, Your Gone And Then Your Just A Memory Of Me,
My Hearts Broke Then, But You Gotta Remember Theres Always Family And Loyalty,
Loyalty Is The Main Thing. Obviously You Know I Dont Make My Money,
I Dont Make All My Cash From Uh Construction Jobs We Do And
Uh Sanitation And Private Stuff Is All Earned Money Through The Family
And Since Your Of Age Now I Think Its Time I
Taught You What Coming Into The Family And Respect Is All About.
So The First Thing You Gotta Learn Is The Name Respect,
Tha Means You Dont Cross Nobody You Dont Go Over The Line,
Once You Go Over That Line Theres No Coming Back Whether
Youre A Member Of The Family Or Not.
Thats When People Get Whacked And We Dont Want Nobody Whacked In Our Family
So I Gotta Teach You The Proper Way Of Respect.
When Youre Earning Money, Everybody Earns, Everybody Eats Bread.
Its All About Cash Money Thats What Its All About Making The Money.
So The First Thing Of Business Is This, You Remember Your Name,
You Dont Forgets Your Roots.
You Never Ever Disrespect Anyone Thats Above You Especially Your Capo
Especially The Big Time Guys, Those Are The Guys You Listen To.
You Never Ever Disrespect Anyone Unless Your Told To Unless You Get The Okay.
And If There Is No Sit Down Theres Nothing.
Over Here Hustlin' lyrics - Lil Wayne
[Chorus:]
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
I'm all, I'm all about my paper, I'm all, I'm all about my paper
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
We over here hustlin', we over here
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
I'm all, I'm all about my paper, I'm all, I'm all about my paper
[Lil' Wayne:]
Now ho don't ask me what I'm doing, thats me in the hook.
And I just keep on getting it getting it like a ni' in the book
Yes, wayne straight like a key of that good sh'
If your bitch don't know the rules, I will read her the book.
I got the key to the boat, I got the key to the jet.
I got the key to success, get money invest.
Read up with the rest. I got a Swedish connect.
That means my weed is the best, yoke to even the stress.
OK, the coupe is ridiculous and the jeep is a mess.
That's called my bullets and lugers, I put 'em deep in your neck.
Adam's apple meet banana clip.
You know my script, I just get my chips and then I dip, and then I dip.
They say the bullshit walks, the money talks.
So I don't answer, I don't answer unless the money calls.
Yeah that's my word, thats my word know I will front for y'all.
Its money over everything and bitches under all. M.O.B!
[Chorus]
[Birdman:]
I say uptown cobblin', uptown rockin', uptown niggas.
It's the home of the hard knocks.
Cook up a whole block. Hit it up in all white.
Ridin' with a chopper, black diamonds and it all nice.
Shop 'till you pop bitch, do your own thing ho.
Got the game from Pixie's, second floor sixth court.
Bling bling king nigga, money ain't a thing nigga.
Ridin' in a Lamborghini, suicidal regal wings.
Assault rifles, my little homies big poppers.
Coming through the attic, 20 in the heli-chopper.
Zip it and whip it nigga, that's how we ship it, nigga.
Burn it and light it then we flip it and we hit it, nigga.
I spent a mill on my grill for real.
'Cause we be stunting while we hustling, nigga making his meals.
We be grindin' while we shinin', nigga packin' that steel
Stay fly, get money, nigga stackin' the bills.
[Chorus]
[Birdman:]
I say, we deep in the game, nigga. we switching the lanes, nigga
Got blood money homie. No pain, no gain, nigga.
Fifty a fame nigga, a G a name, nigga.
That's what we do nigga, claim your fame, nigga.
Hop out a range, nigga. Fang in hand, nigga.
Stop all that reppin', 'fore I... send some flames, nigga.
All this money, nigga. Jewelry and fame, nigga.
'Cause we be stuntin', nigga. Moving them things, nigga.
[Lil' Wayne:]
Paper paper, paper. All I need is paper. Green paper.
White chalk, yellow tape will, make your shirt look like you got on the butcher's aprin.
Go ahead and make the steak then, bitch nigga.
Bitch, nigga talkin'. This is how money sound.
I'm just chillin' but my money still running 'round.
Yeah, and I just do's what I does.
You niggas couldn't even be who I was.
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
I'm all, I'm all about my paper, I'm all, I'm all about my paper
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
We over here hustlin', we over here
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
I'm all, I'm all about my paper, I'm all, I'm all about my paper
[Lil' Wayne:]
Now ho don't ask me what I'm doing, thats me in the hook.
And I just keep on getting it getting it like a ni' in the book
Yes, wayne straight like a key of that good sh'
If your bitch don't know the rules, I will read her the book.
I got the key to the boat, I got the key to the jet.
I got the key to success, get money invest.
Read up with the rest. I got a Swedish connect.
That means my weed is the best, yoke to even the stress.
OK, the coupe is ridiculous and the jeep is a mess.
That's called my bullets and lugers, I put 'em deep in your neck.
Adam's apple meet banana clip.
You know my script, I just get my chips and then I dip, and then I dip.
They say the bullshit walks, the money talks.
So I don't answer, I don't answer unless the money calls.
Yeah that's my word, thats my word know I will front for y'all.
Its money over everything and bitches under all. M.O.B!
[Chorus]
[Birdman:]
I say uptown cobblin', uptown rockin', uptown niggas.
It's the home of the hard knocks.
Cook up a whole block. Hit it up in all white.
Ridin' with a chopper, black diamonds and it all nice.
Shop 'till you pop bitch, do your own thing ho.
Got the game from Pixie's, second floor sixth court.
Bling bling king nigga, money ain't a thing nigga.
Ridin' in a Lamborghini, suicidal regal wings.
Assault rifles, my little homies big poppers.
Coming through the attic, 20 in the heli-chopper.
Zip it and whip it nigga, that's how we ship it, nigga.
Burn it and light it then we flip it and we hit it, nigga.
I spent a mill on my grill for real.
'Cause we be stunting while we hustling, nigga making his meals.
We be grindin' while we shinin', nigga packin' that steel
Stay fly, get money, nigga stackin' the bills.
[Chorus]
[Birdman:]
I say, we deep in the game, nigga. we switching the lanes, nigga
Got blood money homie. No pain, no gain, nigga.
Fifty a fame nigga, a G a name, nigga.
That's what we do nigga, claim your fame, nigga.
Hop out a range, nigga. Fang in hand, nigga.
Stop all that reppin', 'fore I... send some flames, nigga.
All this money, nigga. Jewelry and fame, nigga.
'Cause we be stuntin', nigga. Moving them things, nigga.
[Lil' Wayne:]
Paper paper, paper. All I need is paper. Green paper.
White chalk, yellow tape will, make your shirt look like you got on the butcher's aprin.
Go ahead and make the steak then, bitch nigga.
Bitch, nigga talkin'. This is how money sound.
I'm just chillin' but my money still running 'round.
Yeah, and I just do's what I does.
You niggas couldn't even be who I was.
Stuntin' Like My Daddy lyrics - Lil Wayne
[bridge:]
Vrooom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
What I'm Doing, Getting Money, What We Doing, Getting Money
What They Doing, hating on us, But They Neva Cross
Cash Money still a company, And Bitch I'm The Boss
And I Be Stunting Like My Daddy, Stunting Like My Daddy
Stunting Like My Daddy, I Be Stunting Like My Daddy
I'm The, Young Stunner, Stunting Like My Daddy
Stunting Like My Daddy, I Be Stunting Like My Daddy
[verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Bitch I'm Paid, Thats All I Gotta Say
Can't see you Lil Nigga, The Money In The Way
And I'm, I'm Sitting High, A Gansta Ride Blades
If You Ain't Gone Ride Fly Than You Might As Well Hate
Shit I Gotta Eat... Yeah, Even Though I Ate
It Ain't My Birthday But I Got My Name On the Cake
(Shit) Believe That, If Ya Mans Wanna Play
I'mma Fuck Around And Put That Boy Brains On The Table
Pick 'em up, fuck 'em Let 'Em Lay
Where I'm From We See A Fucking Dead Body Everyday
Thats, 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
And She Saw Me Cooking Eggs And She Though I Was Back At It
I Grab The Keys, Hoe I Gotta Go
I Got My Motorcycle Jacket And My motorcycle loafs
[bridge:]
Vrooom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
What I'm Doing, Getting Money, What We Doing, Getting Money
What They Doing, hating on us, But They Neva Cross
Cash Money still a company, And Bitch I'm The Boss
And I Be Stunting Like My Daddy, Stunting Like My Daddy
Stunting Like My Daddy, I Be Stunting Like My Daddy
I'm The, Young Stunner, Stunting Like My Daddy
Stunting Like My Daddy, I Be Stunting Like My Daddy
[verse 2: Birdman]
98's, 45 Paper Plates
10 The Whole Thang Big Money Heavy Weight
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
On Stunner Island, Dollar After Dollar
Flipping Chickens Getting Tickets want the money and the power
Born Stunner, Uptown Hunter
3rd ward g's Nigga Been About Money
Ice chunks, Birdman Red monkeys
White Tees on them 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 hustlers
[bridge:]
Vrooom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
What I'm Doing, Getting Money, What We Doing, Getting Money
What They Doing, hating on us, But They Neva Cross
Cash Money still a company, And Bitch I'm The Boss
And I Be Stunting Like My Daddy, Stunting Like My Daddy
Stunting Like My Daddy, I Be Stunting Like My Daddy
I'm The, Young Stunner, Stunting Like My Daddy
Stunting Like My Daddy, I Be Stunting Like My Daddy
[verse 3: Lil Wayne]
When I Was 16 I Bought My First Mercedes Benz
I Must've Fucked A Thousand Bitches And They Girlfriends
White Leather, Hot New Pair of Rims, Brand New Pistol With The Trigger Like A Hair Pin
Big Work, We Don't Need Scale Man, Big Papers Say g' morning To The Mail Man
What you Now Bout Putting Bricks In The Spare Man, I Can Stuff A Coupe Like A Motherfucking Caravan
I'm In My Zone my form is So Rare Man
If there's a throne, you're looking at a chairman
How You Want It, Show Me My Opponent....Show Me My Opponent
I'm Still Balling, A Bullet Gotta Get Me And I've Never Been A Pussy Cause My Hood Never Let Me
A Made Nigga Got Made Niggas Wit Me
I am a Motorcycle Boy So I'm About to pop a wheelie
[bridge:]
Vrooom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
What I'm Doing, Getting Money, What We Doing, Getting Money
What They Doing, hating on us, But They Neva Cross
Cash Money still a company, And Bitch I'm The Boss
And I Be Stunting Like My Daddy, Stunting Like My Daddy
Stunting Like My Daddy, I Be Stunting Like My Daddy
I'm The, Young Stunner, Stunting Like My Daddy
Stunting Like My Daddy, I Be Stunting Like My Daddy
[x2:]
Vrooom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
Vrooom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
Vrooom Vrooom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
Cash Money still a company And Bitch I'm The Boss
Vrooom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
What I'm Doing, Getting Money, What We Doing, Getting Money
What They Doing, hating on us, But They Neva Cross
Cash Money still a company, And Bitch I'm The Boss
And I Be Stunting Like My Daddy, Stunting Like My Daddy
Stunting Like My Daddy, I Be Stunting Like My Daddy
I'm The, Young Stunner, Stunting Like My Daddy
Stunting Like My Daddy, I Be Stunting Like My Daddy
[verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Bitch I'm Paid, Thats All I Gotta Say
Can't see you Lil Nigga, The Money In The Way
And I'm, I'm Sitting High, A Gansta Ride Blades
If You Ain't Gone Ride Fly Than You Might As Well Hate
Shit I Gotta Eat... Yeah, Even Though I Ate
It Ain't My Birthday But I Got My Name On the Cake
(Shit) Believe That, If Ya Mans Wanna Play
I'mma Fuck Around And Put That Boy Brains On The Table
Pick 'em up, fuck 'em Let 'Em Lay
Where I'm From We See A Fucking Dead Body Everyday
Thats, 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
And She Saw Me Cooking Eggs And She Though I Was Back At It
I Grab The Keys, Hoe I Gotta Go
I Got My Motorcycle Jacket And My motorcycle loafs
[bridge:]
Vrooom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
What I'm Doing, Getting Money, What We Doing, Getting Money
What They Doing, hating on us, But They Neva Cross
Cash Money still a company, And Bitch I'm The Boss
And I Be Stunting Like My Daddy, Stunting Like My Daddy
Stunting Like My Daddy, I Be Stunting Like My Daddy
I'm The, Young Stunner, Stunting Like My Daddy
Stunting Like My Daddy, I Be Stunting Like My Daddy
[verse 2: Birdman]
98's, 45 Paper Plates
10 The Whole Thang Big Money Heavy Weight
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
On Stunner Island, Dollar After Dollar
Flipping Chickens Getting Tickets want the money and the power
Born Stunner, Uptown Hunter
3rd ward g's Nigga Been About Money
Ice chunks, Birdman Red monkeys
White Tees on them 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 hustlers
[bridge:]
Vrooom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
What I'm Doing, Getting Money, What We Doing, Getting Money
What They Doing, hating on us, But They Neva Cross
Cash Money still a company, And Bitch I'm The Boss
And I Be Stunting Like My Daddy, Stunting Like My Daddy
Stunting Like My Daddy, I Be Stunting Like My Daddy
I'm The, Young Stunner, Stunting Like My Daddy
Stunting Like My Daddy, I Be Stunting Like My Daddy
[verse 3: Lil Wayne]
When I Was 16 I Bought My First Mercedes Benz
I Must've Fucked A Thousand Bitches And They Girlfriends
White Leather, Hot New Pair of Rims, Brand New Pistol With The Trigger Like A Hair Pin
Big Work, We Don't Need Scale Man, Big Papers Say g' morning To The Mail Man
What you Now Bout Putting Bricks In The Spare Man, I Can Stuff A Coupe Like A Motherfucking Caravan
I'm In My Zone my form is So Rare Man
If there's a throne, you're looking at a chairman
How You Want It, Show Me My Opponent....Show Me My Opponent
I'm Still Balling, A Bullet Gotta Get Me And I've Never Been A Pussy Cause My Hood Never Let Me
A Made Nigga Got Made Niggas Wit Me
I am a Motorcycle Boy So I'm About to pop a wheelie
[bridge:]
Vrooom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
What I'm Doing, Getting Money, What We Doing, Getting Money
What They Doing, hating on us, But They Neva Cross
Cash Money still a company, And Bitch I'm The Boss
And I Be Stunting Like My Daddy, Stunting Like My Daddy
Stunting Like My Daddy, I Be Stunting Like My Daddy
I'm The, Young Stunner, Stunting Like My Daddy
Stunting Like My Daddy, I Be Stunting Like My Daddy
[x2:]
Vrooom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
Vrooom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
Vrooom Vrooom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
Cash Money still a company And Bitch I'm The Boss
1st Key lyrics - Lil Wayne
[Chorus]
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha
I bought my first ki
Bought my bought my first ki
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha
I bought my first ki
Bought my bought my first ki
[Birdman]
Yeah, hustlin on my city streets
Tryna get a whole ki (i bought my frist ki, my first ki)
In 93 and we was gettin 'em like for 25
Columbian connect, homey we was gettin fly
We on the grind and our nuts got bigga
And every day we in the muthafuckin hood our guns got bigga
Stuntin on them niggas, gettin money stayin fly every day a nigga spendin
Ridin 25s and we blazin gettin high, nigga showin off his ride
Crusin through the beach nigga rollin in them bimmers
Them people pull me over hatin cause they can't see us
Know i got the money (laws won't leave me alone)
Now they actin funny cuz they know a nigga strong
Money long and we comin
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha
I bought my first ki
Bought my bought my first ki
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha (cooked it up myself and started ...)
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha
I bought my first ki
Bought my bought my first ki
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha (cooked it up myself and started ...)
[Lil Wayne]
I ain't have to touch a piece of work since '94
I lost my daddy in '96 and started makin moves
In '98 (i got a brand new lexus coupe)
(now them laws won't leave me alone)
They pull me over, lock me up, i bail out on my own
I call my poppa on the phone, tell him cook up a zone
I leave a house with a pocket full of stones
Got them hoes slangin, hidin packs in they titties
Them small chest bitches gotta put it in they butt
(20s in them they can't fuck wit us)
I got so many hoes
(it's to the flow or i don't see, don't know)
(now they won't leave me alone)
Man i got so much dough
(it's to the flow or i don't see, don't know)
(now they won't leave me alone)
Weezy baby d boy
[Chorus:]
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha
I bought my first ki
Bought my bought my first ki
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha (cooked it up myself and started ...)
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha
I bought my first ki
Bought my bought my first ki
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha (cooked it up myself and started ...)
[Birdman]
And i ain't touch a mothafuckin ki since '04
And thats the word that we servin, look thats all we know
Them niggas talkin shit but we the niggas wit the cash flo'
(i still smoke that weed, smoke that smoke that smoke that weed)
And i'm back on the beach and we blowin out the whole beat
My ak mack eleven represent the 3
Gangsta like a mothafucka me and my homies
[Lil Wayne]
Yeah, my nigga rabbit was a og
My momma husband thats what show me (my first ki)
Yup, then you know i had to be a hustla
I started sellin hubbers
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha
I bought my first ki
Bought my bought my first ki
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha
I bought my first ki
Bought my bought my first ki
[Birdman]
Yeah, hustlin on my city streets
Tryna get a whole ki (i bought my frist ki, my first ki)
In 93 and we was gettin 'em like for 25
Columbian connect, homey we was gettin fly
We on the grind and our nuts got bigga
And every day we in the muthafuckin hood our guns got bigga
Stuntin on them niggas, gettin money stayin fly every day a nigga spendin
Ridin 25s and we blazin gettin high, nigga showin off his ride
Crusin through the beach nigga rollin in them bimmers
Them people pull me over hatin cause they can't see us
Know i got the money (laws won't leave me alone)
Now they actin funny cuz they know a nigga strong
Money long and we comin
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha
I bought my first ki
Bought my bought my first ki
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha (cooked it up myself and started ...)
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha
I bought my first ki
Bought my bought my first ki
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha (cooked it up myself and started ...)
[Lil Wayne]
I ain't have to touch a piece of work since '94
I lost my daddy in '96 and started makin moves
In '98 (i got a brand new lexus coupe)
(now them laws won't leave me alone)
They pull me over, lock me up, i bail out on my own
I call my poppa on the phone, tell him cook up a zone
I leave a house with a pocket full of stones
Got them hoes slangin, hidin packs in they titties
Them small chest bitches gotta put it in they butt
(20s in them they can't fuck wit us)
I got so many hoes
(it's to the flow or i don't see, don't know)
(now they won't leave me alone)
Man i got so much dough
(it's to the flow or i don't see, don't know)
(now they won't leave me alone)
Weezy baby d boy
[Chorus:]
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha
I bought my first ki
Bought my bought my first ki
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha (cooked it up myself and started ...)
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha
I bought my first ki
Bought my bought my first ki
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha (cooked it up myself and started ...)
[Birdman]
And i ain't touch a mothafuckin ki since '04
And thats the word that we servin, look thats all we know
Them niggas talkin shit but we the niggas wit the cash flo'
(i still smoke that weed, smoke that smoke that smoke that weed)
And i'm back on the beach and we blowin out the whole beat
My ak mack eleven represent the 3
Gangsta like a mothafucka me and my homies
[Lil Wayne]
Yeah, my nigga rabbit was a og
My momma husband thats what show me (my first ki)
Yup, then you know i had to be a hustla
I started sellin hubbers
Like Father, Like Son lyrics - Lil Wayne
[Chorus 2X]
There ain't no looooooove
(Like [8x], Like Father Like Son nigga)
Like the love of a daddy
(Like [5x], Like Father, like Like Father Like Son nigga)
Father, father, father like son
[Verse 1 - Birdman]
I't filthy rich wit quater keys in the kitchen on 'em
The Block is hot, but we still here gettin it on 'em
And keep a tool every time wit hit these streets cause these niggas act a fool and we'll be quick to put
it on 'em
Them tear drops homey we so not
The nigga to fuck wit cause we will pop
.40 cal keep cocked nigga ready to block
Keep a gun, extra clip homey
that's how we rock
Like father like son daddy we don't borrow
We stay on the grind homey cause we grind harder
And fuckin wit me homey you won't like
You'll be the next t-shirt we ya hood all night
We got them birds flying out and we allowed them pipes
We do this state to state thing and cheat the price
And Rufus came home and I told him to shave but he was tellin me 'bout these pussy niggas back in the
80's
Baby
[Chorus 2X]
There ain't no looooooove
(Like [8x], Like Father Like Son nigga)
Like the love of a daddy
(Like [5x], Like Father, like Like Father Like Son nigga)
Father, father, father like son
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
Listen
Birdman put me on when i was just eleven
He was my teacher so i was like fuck the lesson
He was my preacher so i was like fuck the reverend
My mother Cita she said that I was wit the devil
My mother Cita now say that he was sent from heaven
So I take heed to every single word that he tell me
I remember what my poppa told me
Remember what my poppa told me
Young Stunna
[Birdman]
Yeah
I'm out here homey pitchin the game
And yes i do the whole thang nigga give me my change
Yes we do them old thangs out the brand new Range
Lil nigga like his father homey doing his thang
We keep the gun for paper homey aimed and cocked
Every nigga im my circle homey ready to pop
We be ridin drops tops that's just how we rock
And I'll be rollin in the phantom thru my uptown blocks
Nigga
[Chorus 2X]
There ain't no looooooove
(Like [8x], Like Father Like Son nigga)
Like the love of a daddy
(Like [5x], Like Father, like Like Father Like Son nigga)
Father, father, father like son
[Lil' Wayne Speaking Thru chorus]
Alright, Money on my mind
Look, I..I..I..I hear you niggas whisperin'
I..I say whisperin' cause you niggas ain't hollering about shit
Ho, Puss Ass Niggas
[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
Look,
Birdman Jr. Fuck the world pops
And we goin' keep it movin' even if the world stops
Stay strapped and lace like girls' socks
Stay dapped and Drapped like a birthday cake
Birthdays was the worst days
Now we sippin on wooey when we thirsty
Ya know
I do believe the money's cursed me
So I pray to GOD that the devil don't murk me
Huh
Lil' Wizzle but you bitches call me first place
Poppa taught me paper chase never skirt chase
I put you niggas in the closet in the shirt space
You niggas is yellow like Sesame Street's Bert's face
Worst case senario, burial
Two tone Carera like mascara
Uh
That G-4 take ya boi where ever
Like Father, Like Son The Era
Nigga
[Chorus 2X]
There ain't no looooooove
(Like [8x], Like Father Like Son nigga)
Like the love of a daddy
(Like [5x], Like Father, like Like Father Like Son nigga)
Father, father, father like son
There ain't no looooooove
(Like [8x], Like Father Like Son nigga)
Like the love of a daddy
(Like [5x], Like Father, like Like Father Like Son nigga)
Father, father, father like son
[Verse 1 - Birdman]
I't filthy rich wit quater keys in the kitchen on 'em
The Block is hot, but we still here gettin it on 'em
And keep a tool every time wit hit these streets cause these niggas act a fool and we'll be quick to put
it on 'em
Them tear drops homey we so not
The nigga to fuck wit cause we will pop
.40 cal keep cocked nigga ready to block
Keep a gun, extra clip homey
that's how we rock
Like father like son daddy we don't borrow
We stay on the grind homey cause we grind harder
And fuckin wit me homey you won't like
You'll be the next t-shirt we ya hood all night
We got them birds flying out and we allowed them pipes
We do this state to state thing and cheat the price
And Rufus came home and I told him to shave but he was tellin me 'bout these pussy niggas back in the
80's
Baby
[Chorus 2X]
There ain't no looooooove
(Like [8x], Like Father Like Son nigga)
Like the love of a daddy
(Like [5x], Like Father, like Like Father Like Son nigga)
Father, father, father like son
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
Listen
Birdman put me on when i was just eleven
He was my teacher so i was like fuck the lesson
He was my preacher so i was like fuck the reverend
My mother Cita she said that I was wit the devil
My mother Cita now say that he was sent from heaven
So I take heed to every single word that he tell me
I remember what my poppa told me
Remember what my poppa told me
Young Stunna
[Birdman]
Yeah
I'm out here homey pitchin the game
And yes i do the whole thang nigga give me my change
Yes we do them old thangs out the brand new Range
Lil nigga like his father homey doing his thang
We keep the gun for paper homey aimed and cocked
Every nigga im my circle homey ready to pop
We be ridin drops tops that's just how we rock
And I'll be rollin in the phantom thru my uptown blocks
Nigga
[Chorus 2X]
There ain't no looooooove
(Like [8x], Like Father Like Son nigga)
Like the love of a daddy
(Like [5x], Like Father, like Like Father Like Son nigga)
Father, father, father like son
[Lil' Wayne Speaking Thru chorus]
Alright, Money on my mind
Look, I..I..I..I hear you niggas whisperin'
I..I say whisperin' cause you niggas ain't hollering about shit
Ho, Puss Ass Niggas
[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
Look,
Birdman Jr. Fuck the world pops
And we goin' keep it movin' even if the world stops
Stay strapped and lace like girls' socks
Stay dapped and Drapped like a birthday cake
Birthdays was the worst days
Now we sippin on wooey when we thirsty
Ya know
I do believe the money's cursed me
So I pray to GOD that the devil don't murk me
Huh
Lil' Wizzle but you bitches call me first place
Poppa taught me paper chase never skirt chase
I put you niggas in the closet in the shirt space
You niggas is yellow like Sesame Street's Bert's face
Worst case senario, burial
Two tone Carera like mascara
Uh
That G-4 take ya boi where ever
Like Father, Like Son The Era
Nigga
[Chorus 2X]
There ain't no looooooove
(Like [8x], Like Father Like Son nigga)
Like the love of a daddy
(Like [5x], Like Father, like Like Father Like Son nigga)
Father, father, father like son
You Ain't Know lyrics - Lil Wayne
[Chorus 1 - Lil Wayne]
I got a lot of loot and I ain't lookin' for a lady
And you can never pay me I'm from Uptown baby
I wake up in the mornin' take a piss and wash my hands
Take a knee and thank the Man then get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
To the money
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Nigga I ain't got a money printer
So for this paper chase I'm out runnin' sprinters
Yes the last two Cash Money members
Shout out to the new Cash Money members
Baby and Slim still point guard and center
So much money on my mind it's all I remember
And I just bought a gun wit' a extender
And that bitch hold me up like suspenders
Cut like a blender sharper than a bitch
They got so many pussy niggaz I can make a list
Niggaz wonder why I stress that I am the best
'Cause even bobble heads tell me yes.. haha
Put it on the hood I'm Hollygrove to death
I'm already good I'm workin' on my left
A jungle on my wrist a circus on my neck
Don't forget the Baby no don't forget the F
[Chorus 2 - Lil Wayne - 2X]
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
To the money
[Verse 2 - Birdman]
Brush the platinum grab the straps homie make it happen
Comin' through my neighborhood wit' 4's on the Caddy
Limo tints out the pound and Uptown crackin'
Red bandanna duckin' feds and the money stackin'
Rest in peace to Miss Gladys like e'eryday
We on the grind for the shine and we gon' get paid
Spent a mill' on the wheels custom wit' the navi'
2 of the same whips we doin' it big livin' lavish
[Lil Wayne]
This is a Scott Storch and I'm a hot torch
And gettin' money is my sport
And understand the rap game is my court
So I shall walk and come forth like a Rockport
Or some sort of... matchin' slippers or yacht shoes
See I don't cruise control I control the cruise
Yes... I gets throat on a boat
And I vow to never fall like soap on a rope and
[Chorus 1 - Lil Wayne]
I got a lot of loot and I ain't lookin' for a lady
And you can never pay me I'm from Uptown baby
I wake up in the mornin' take a piss and wash my hands
Take a knee and thank the Man then get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
To the money
[Verse 3 - Birdman]
Fresh wit' the hustle so we bounce back on them suckers
Blowin' big doin' gigs got it ran in hundreds
They reppin' layin' here we stuntin'
On the grind all the time homie gettin' money
3rd Ward soldier 13th gangsta
17th hustler known top ranker
Money go getter them clowns can't figure
Poppin' at the mouth like this cutter won't split 'em
Know how to survive hustlin' stayin' fly
My whole hood cried when my lil' brother died
Know I had to ride never let it slide
It's just the G in me and I'ma get it til I die daddy
[Chorus 2 - Lil Wayne - 2X]
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
To the money
[music to fade]
I got a lot of loot and I ain't lookin' for a lady
And you can never pay me I'm from Uptown baby
I wake up in the mornin' take a piss and wash my hands
Take a knee and thank the Man then get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
To the money
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Nigga I ain't got a money printer
So for this paper chase I'm out runnin' sprinters
Yes the last two Cash Money members
Shout out to the new Cash Money members
Baby and Slim still point guard and center
So much money on my mind it's all I remember
And I just bought a gun wit' a extender
And that bitch hold me up like suspenders
Cut like a blender sharper than a bitch
They got so many pussy niggaz I can make a list
Niggaz wonder why I stress that I am the best
'Cause even bobble heads tell me yes.. haha
Put it on the hood I'm Hollygrove to death
I'm already good I'm workin' on my left
A jungle on my wrist a circus on my neck
Don't forget the Baby no don't forget the F
[Chorus 2 - Lil Wayne - 2X]
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
To the money
[Verse 2 - Birdman]
Brush the platinum grab the straps homie make it happen
Comin' through my neighborhood wit' 4's on the Caddy
Limo tints out the pound and Uptown crackin'
Red bandanna duckin' feds and the money stackin'
Rest in peace to Miss Gladys like e'eryday
We on the grind for the shine and we gon' get paid
Spent a mill' on the wheels custom wit' the navi'
2 of the same whips we doin' it big livin' lavish
[Lil Wayne]
This is a Scott Storch and I'm a hot torch
And gettin' money is my sport
And understand the rap game is my court
So I shall walk and come forth like a Rockport
Or some sort of... matchin' slippers or yacht shoes
See I don't cruise control I control the cruise
Yes... I gets throat on a boat
And I vow to never fall like soap on a rope and
[Chorus 1 - Lil Wayne]
I got a lot of loot and I ain't lookin' for a lady
And you can never pay me I'm from Uptown baby
I wake up in the mornin' take a piss and wash my hands
Take a knee and thank the Man then get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
To the money
[Verse 3 - Birdman]
Fresh wit' the hustle so we bounce back on them suckers
Blowin' big doin' gigs got it ran in hundreds
They reppin' layin' here we stuntin'
On the grind all the time homie gettin' money
3rd Ward soldier 13th gangsta
17th hustler known top ranker
Money go getter them clowns can't figure
Poppin' at the mouth like this cutter won't split 'em
Know how to survive hustlin' stayin' fly
My whole hood cried when my lil' brother died
Know I had to ride never let it slide
It's just the G in me and I'ma get it til I die daddy
[Chorus 2 - Lil Wayne - 2X]
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
To the money
[music to fade]
Family Rules (Skit) lyrics - Lil Wayne
Now the rules of the family has nothing to do with the outside world.
The outside world don't count here this is an inner circle of our family,
what we say goes.
Anybody anyplace else that disrespects you deal with us,
if you're with us you're with us, and that's it,
that's the way it goes, there's no such thing
as an outsider comming in, we don't let no one in,
we use all of them to do our dirty work,
and they come in they do our dirty work and that's just the way it is.
your Family is your life that's what it is life and death.
The outside world don't count here this is an inner circle of our family,
what we say goes.
Anybody anyplace else that disrespects you deal with us,
if you're with us you're with us, and that's it,
that's the way it goes, there's no such thing
as an outsider comming in, we don't let no one in,
we use all of them to do our dirty work,
and they come in they do our dirty work and that's just the way it is.
your Family is your life that's what it is life and death.
Know What I'm Doin' lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Rick Ross, T-Pain)
[Chorus - T-Pain - 2X]
Yeah (I got the shoes wit' the matchin' fit check)
Yeah (I got them jewels lookin' phat around my neck)
Yeah (Take a picture) Click click
(Take a picture) click click
(Check me out!) Yeah I know what I'm doin'
[Verse 1 - Rick Ross]
Started wit' a nick then I seen a hundred bricks
Started on a corner now a nigga 106
Heroin ain't quiet nah you can't quiet mine
I got the whole dirty south in line buyin' mine
You know I gotta shine you just bezzle yours
I Fifty-carat mine I'm fuckin' several whores
When you hear the (brrrr) you know I got the sack
'Cause when I hit the (brrrr) he always got the packs
M-I-Yayo I'm gettin' cake hoe
If you don't love Cash Money you can stay broke
Fifty on the chain twenty for the piece
A grand for the bitch the whip is not a lease
You know I'm stuntin' hard Phantom in the front yard
Put Ross on the front just to front hard
Cash Money money comin' on freight liners
Cash Money got me buyin' these great diamonds
[Chorus - T-Pain - 2X]
[Verse 2 - Birdman]
We got the swine wit' the suede on top
The money keep a-comin' nigga peep the droptops
The white keep cookin' and the beige raw rock
And we flip the whole bird mama cookin' out the pots
Keep the tool in my hand 'cause we get it 'round the clock
Untangle few knots but we still flood the blocks
Them niggas poppin' shit but they know we stay cocked
And if they ever play wit' me I'm gettin' another tear drop
250 on the grill spent the same on the watch
Them hoes see us winnin' so you know they gon' flock
I bought another island wit' them foreign head lights
I scored a hundred birds and they flew the same night
Them laws keep a-watchin' so we shinin' so bright
Got the tags on the windows and them brand new bikes
Big Money Heavyweight nigga that's my life
Neighborhood superstars got the candy on the whips and the bike nigga
[Chorus - T-Pain - 2X]
[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
Started wit' some hubbers 12 years old
Man I swear to God I was 12 years old
My mama didn't know and Stunna ain't know 'bout it
'Til the day I got shot they found some money in my pocket
Yeah... I know a nigga named Big Rufus that'll break ya off
Them niggas runnin' up the terminal we takin' off
They say that money turn a model bitch into a dog
And I got a couple Eva Pigfords in my backyard
Nigga I mack hard bitch I'm a bad boy
Fuck a security guard I turn 'em into track stars
You know my name baby that's Weezy Fuckin' Baby
And if that nigga hatin' on ya then fuck him baby
I tell 'em fuck 'em girl
18 inch windows in my crib you'll see the whole world
Bitch what you tryna do? I haven't spent a check yet off The Carter 2
I am that fuckin' dude now who the fuck are you?
[Chorus - T-Pain - 2X]
[music to fade]
Yeah (I got the shoes wit' the matchin' fit check)
Yeah (I got them jewels lookin' phat around my neck)
Yeah (Take a picture) Click click
(Take a picture) click click
(Check me out!) Yeah I know what I'm doin'
[Verse 1 - Rick Ross]
Started wit' a nick then I seen a hundred bricks
Started on a corner now a nigga 106
Heroin ain't quiet nah you can't quiet mine
I got the whole dirty south in line buyin' mine
You know I gotta shine you just bezzle yours
I Fifty-carat mine I'm fuckin' several whores
When you hear the (brrrr) you know I got the sack
'Cause when I hit the (brrrr) he always got the packs
M-I-Yayo I'm gettin' cake hoe
If you don't love Cash Money you can stay broke
Fifty on the chain twenty for the piece
A grand for the bitch the whip is not a lease
You know I'm stuntin' hard Phantom in the front yard
Put Ross on the front just to front hard
Cash Money money comin' on freight liners
Cash Money got me buyin' these great diamonds
[Chorus - T-Pain - 2X]
[Verse 2 - Birdman]
We got the swine wit' the suede on top
The money keep a-comin' nigga peep the droptops
The white keep cookin' and the beige raw rock
And we flip the whole bird mama cookin' out the pots
Keep the tool in my hand 'cause we get it 'round the clock
Untangle few knots but we still flood the blocks
Them niggas poppin' shit but they know we stay cocked
And if they ever play wit' me I'm gettin' another tear drop
250 on the grill spent the same on the watch
Them hoes see us winnin' so you know they gon' flock
I bought another island wit' them foreign head lights
I scored a hundred birds and they flew the same night
Them laws keep a-watchin' so we shinin' so bright
Got the tags on the windows and them brand new bikes
Big Money Heavyweight nigga that's my life
Neighborhood superstars got the candy on the whips and the bike nigga
[Chorus - T-Pain - 2X]
[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
Started wit' some hubbers 12 years old
Man I swear to God I was 12 years old
My mama didn't know and Stunna ain't know 'bout it
'Til the day I got shot they found some money in my pocket
Yeah... I know a nigga named Big Rufus that'll break ya off
Them niggas runnin' up the terminal we takin' off
They say that money turn a model bitch into a dog
And I got a couple Eva Pigfords in my backyard
Nigga I mack hard bitch I'm a bad boy
Fuck a security guard I turn 'em into track stars
You know my name baby that's Weezy Fuckin' Baby
And if that nigga hatin' on ya then fuck him baby
I tell 'em fuck 'em girl
18 inch windows in my crib you'll see the whole world
Bitch what you tryna do? I haven't spent a check yet off The Carter 2
I am that fuckin' dude now who the fuck are you?
[Chorus - T-Pain - 2X]
[music to fade]
Don't Die lyrics - Lil Wayne
Yeah...Yeah
Check me out man..Yeah
[Lil Wayne]
Original gangsta, black clothes and bangers
Bullet shells and chambers, fill the L's up
We stay low from the ranges cause they tryin to tame us, but we brainless
And just think, I'm one sell out record away from being famous
Shit I guess I ain't it
You could paint it how you may, but I remain this gangsta 'til the day I lay
where the worms stay
I spit it for my nigga's sake
I spit it for myself a long time ago
Got a few houses, few whips, few condos
I'm so straight I'm pointin
The game is hurtin, and baby boy the ointment
Baby boy the president now
Shit you gotta make an appointment
Two record labels
You should come join 'em
Do check the label
And make sure it's yellow or rose 'fore you bring it to my table
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Gansta's don't die, they get chubby and they move to Miami, I move to Miami
I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a nigga like fuck it
I'm still a G, thuggin out in public, believe it
Gansta's don't die, they get chubby and they move to Miami, I move to Miami
I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a nigga like fuck it
I'm still a G, thuggin out in public, straight up
[Birdman]
Yeah...
Nigga playin, doing about 180
Mazeratti, matchin drop top sun shade
Gotta be fly, P1 nigga, spent about five on a condo high in the sky
G4 whenever, fly in any weather
Had to pop a few pussies that was bad feathers
Million on the floor
Thats fo' sho' that lil' homie got the flow, so we all just goin flow
And don't think about the past
A little water came, now we floatin on everything
Niggaz doing about anything, killin while they hustlin
Niggaz puttin it in for the change
So we headed to the game, Culpepper gettin his roll on
I'm on the side with that bling
And outside, got them thangs
Them Phantoms out there, we do it up, switchin lanes
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Naw, don't fuck with that dogg
Yo, I'm gonna knock your fuckin head off
And I'm coming back hard
Stunner get me to work, and I'm runnin that off
I'm comin back with it, and let my team split it
With a swagger you can't get, naw you can't get it
Shit, bitch I pop like Diddy, I pop like when he goin stop? When it's empty
And you still drawing Leonardo D'Vinci
[Birdman]
Trap me, I'm in there early, gettin money ridin dirty
Uptown puttin in down blowin out the pound
Duffle bag full of cash when I come around
The lil' homie got the game so I put him down
Hold my town, world wide wearin a crown
Like father like son, got it off the mound
Like father like son, nigga's stand their grounds
Like father like son, nigga fuck them clowns
[Chorus]
[Birdman (over chorus)]
Yeah nigga,
Un-fuckin-believable
I know y'all hear some more shit about me and my little young nigga
You know, they mouth like they ass
Anything will come outta that motherfucker ya' heard me
Big shouts to all them cities who opened your arms to us nigga
And let us through that motherfucker, ya' heard me
Cause that water ran us out that motherfucker, but we did bounce back
Believe that 305, 404, 713, all that, Dallas, Kansas
Everybody ya' heard me, Oklahoma, yeah, everybody, the whole world
Check me out man..Yeah
[Lil Wayne]
Original gangsta, black clothes and bangers
Bullet shells and chambers, fill the L's up
We stay low from the ranges cause they tryin to tame us, but we brainless
And just think, I'm one sell out record away from being famous
Shit I guess I ain't it
You could paint it how you may, but I remain this gangsta 'til the day I lay
where the worms stay
I spit it for my nigga's sake
I spit it for myself a long time ago
Got a few houses, few whips, few condos
I'm so straight I'm pointin
The game is hurtin, and baby boy the ointment
Baby boy the president now
Shit you gotta make an appointment
Two record labels
You should come join 'em
Do check the label
And make sure it's yellow or rose 'fore you bring it to my table
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Gansta's don't die, they get chubby and they move to Miami, I move to Miami
I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a nigga like fuck it
I'm still a G, thuggin out in public, believe it
Gansta's don't die, they get chubby and they move to Miami, I move to Miami
I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a nigga like fuck it
I'm still a G, thuggin out in public, straight up
[Birdman]
Yeah...
Nigga playin, doing about 180
Mazeratti, matchin drop top sun shade
Gotta be fly, P1 nigga, spent about five on a condo high in the sky
G4 whenever, fly in any weather
Had to pop a few pussies that was bad feathers
Million on the floor
Thats fo' sho' that lil' homie got the flow, so we all just goin flow
And don't think about the past
A little water came, now we floatin on everything
Niggaz doing about anything, killin while they hustlin
Niggaz puttin it in for the change
So we headed to the game, Culpepper gettin his roll on
I'm on the side with that bling
And outside, got them thangs
Them Phantoms out there, we do it up, switchin lanes
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Naw, don't fuck with that dogg
Yo, I'm gonna knock your fuckin head off
And I'm coming back hard
Stunner get me to work, and I'm runnin that off
I'm comin back with it, and let my team split it
With a swagger you can't get, naw you can't get it
Shit, bitch I pop like Diddy, I pop like when he goin stop? When it's empty
And you still drawing Leonardo D'Vinci
[Birdman]
Trap me, I'm in there early, gettin money ridin dirty
Uptown puttin in down blowin out the pound
Duffle bag full of cash when I come around
The lil' homie got the game so I put him down
Hold my town, world wide wearin a crown
Like father like son, got it off the mound
Like father like son, nigga's stand their grounds
Like father like son, nigga fuck them clowns
[Chorus]
[Birdman (over chorus)]
Yeah nigga,
Un-fuckin-believable
I know y'all hear some more shit about me and my little young nigga
You know, they mouth like they ass
Anything will come outta that motherfucker ya' heard me
Big shouts to all them cities who opened your arms to us nigga
And let us through that motherfucker, ya' heard me
Cause that water ran us out that motherfucker, but we did bounce back
Believe that 305, 404, 713, all that, Dallas, Kansas
Everybody ya' heard me, Oklahoma, yeah, everybody, the whole world
Ain't Worried Bout Shit lyrics - Lil Wayne
[Lil' Wayne]
Ha.. I'm.. so cool
[Baby]
Yeah nigga, stand one, blow one nigga
[LW]
Bird.. man
[B]
I promise you, we gon' give 'em what they want 'til they come get us nigga
[LW]
Bird.. man, J-R, ya know
[B]
You feel me?
When gon' chase it 'til we can't chase it no more
So y'all might as well eat this food nigga
And it got to be the best of the best
One, come one shorty, get with me nigga
[Lil' Wayne]
See I, ride when I gotta, grind cuz I gotta
Milk this game 'til it's sour
Why I gotta do the backstreets when it's hotter
Even though the boy smooth sellin' like Prada, speak up
The tool yellin' like, holla, y'heard me?
Got the fools bailin' like Jackie, Kersee
You try join him, I can help you with that
I'm important in rap but I'm special with gats
You know the young god bless you in fact, like you sneezed or somethin'
Even with a stack of money in they hand, they ain't squeezin' nothin'
I'm Weezy fuck it
Leave a motherfucker wheezin' when I asthma pump him, yeah
And I don't ask for nothin' boy, I only ask them buggy boy
And as for money, watch the young god turn cash to money
Cuz that's him
[Chorus 2x: Lil' Wayne]
Yea, and we ain't stressin' 'bout shit
We grindin' like a mo'fucker tryin' stay rich
The cops on my trail so my track I switch
See niggaz with money shouldn't act like this
[Baby]
Yeah, pimpin', there's some fraud 'round here
Nigga better stop hatin' before they disappear
I see the same ol' shit
and pop the same ol' shit 'til your neighborhood hit, bitch
Disrespect that Nolia dogg
Them third world Hot Boy soldiers dogg
And make a nigga understand
when you fuckin' with a soldier with the grandmaster plan nigga
I'm tryin' to make a few million
buy a few buildings, one day stop dealin'
And go and raise my children
Got it on my mind, that's the way a nigga livin'
I bring ya back '84
Dope game jumpin' when the water hit the flo' nigga
Cuz we was doin' it dogg
Everybody gettin' money, we was doin' it dogg
[Chorus]
[Lil' Wayne]
Weezy, and I ride to the end of the road
and I'm hotter than a fire on the end of the fo'
and plenty times I had to get it from the flo'
But I made it to the ceilin' and every wall could hear me
And if these walls could talk, they probably cry
Like the strings on the guitar
And see you, you with that bullshit that's leighway to the do'
Only to cut off the lights, g'night
[Baby]
Look, it's Sunday, we in the hood gettin' our groove on
Every nigga uptown gotta have they tool on
Yeah, and they Birdman'd down
Nigga represent the bling cuz I hold my own crown nigga
Shit, a hood rich high clique
That come from the slums where they pack extra clips, I love 'em nigga
the only way that we know is how to flip and rescore 'em
and go and get some more dough, nigga
[Chorus]
[Baby]
Yeah, this grindin' to another linin' nigga
Know what I'm sayin'?
If you in the way, you'll get moved over nigga
Think I'ma let one of you bitch niggaz stop me from gettin' a billion dollars nigga?
Fuck ya and what ya made of nigga
Y'understand? Nigga got a problem with this shit
That's your shit nigga
Suck a nigga dick a die nigga
Birdman, made man nigga
Yeah, that's how it's goin' diggity nigga
Fuck anything in between
If you in the line of duty nigga you got your issue, feel me?
One
Ha.. I'm.. so cool
[Baby]
Yeah nigga, stand one, blow one nigga
[LW]
Bird.. man
[B]
I promise you, we gon' give 'em what they want 'til they come get us nigga
[LW]
Bird.. man, J-R, ya know
[B]
You feel me?
When gon' chase it 'til we can't chase it no more
So y'all might as well eat this food nigga
And it got to be the best of the best
One, come one shorty, get with me nigga
[Lil' Wayne]
See I, ride when I gotta, grind cuz I gotta
Milk this game 'til it's sour
Why I gotta do the backstreets when it's hotter
Even though the boy smooth sellin' like Prada, speak up
The tool yellin' like, holla, y'heard me?
Got the fools bailin' like Jackie, Kersee
You try join him, I can help you with that
I'm important in rap but I'm special with gats
You know the young god bless you in fact, like you sneezed or somethin'
Even with a stack of money in they hand, they ain't squeezin' nothin'
I'm Weezy fuck it
Leave a motherfucker wheezin' when I asthma pump him, yeah
And I don't ask for nothin' boy, I only ask them buggy boy
And as for money, watch the young god turn cash to money
Cuz that's him
[Chorus 2x: Lil' Wayne]
Yea, and we ain't stressin' 'bout shit
We grindin' like a mo'fucker tryin' stay rich
The cops on my trail so my track I switch
See niggaz with money shouldn't act like this
[Baby]
Yeah, pimpin', there's some fraud 'round here
Nigga better stop hatin' before they disappear
I see the same ol' shit
and pop the same ol' shit 'til your neighborhood hit, bitch
Disrespect that Nolia dogg
Them third world Hot Boy soldiers dogg
And make a nigga understand
when you fuckin' with a soldier with the grandmaster plan nigga
I'm tryin' to make a few million
buy a few buildings, one day stop dealin'
And go and raise my children
Got it on my mind, that's the way a nigga livin'
I bring ya back '84
Dope game jumpin' when the water hit the flo' nigga
Cuz we was doin' it dogg
Everybody gettin' money, we was doin' it dogg
[Chorus]
[Lil' Wayne]
Weezy, and I ride to the end of the road
and I'm hotter than a fire on the end of the fo'
and plenty times I had to get it from the flo'
But I made it to the ceilin' and every wall could hear me
And if these walls could talk, they probably cry
Like the strings on the guitar
And see you, you with that bullshit that's leighway to the do'
Only to cut off the lights, g'night
[Baby]
Look, it's Sunday, we in the hood gettin' our groove on
Every nigga uptown gotta have they tool on
Yeah, and they Birdman'd down
Nigga represent the bling cuz I hold my own crown nigga
Shit, a hood rich high clique
That come from the slums where they pack extra clips, I love 'em nigga
the only way that we know is how to flip and rescore 'em
and go and get some more dough, nigga
[Chorus]
[Baby]
Yeah, this grindin' to another linin' nigga
Know what I'm sayin'?
If you in the way, you'll get moved over nigga
Think I'ma let one of you bitch niggaz stop me from gettin' a billion dollars nigga?
Fuck ya and what ya made of nigga
Y'understand? Nigga got a problem with this shit
That's your shit nigga
Suck a nigga dick a die nigga
Birdman, made man nigga
Yeah, that's how it's goin' diggity nigga
Fuck anything in between
If you in the line of duty nigga you got your issue, feel me?
One
Out The Pound lyrics - Lil Wayne
[Hook: Birdman]
We got the diamond in the back (Yea)
Tinted rolled up (Yea)
Blowin' out the pound
In a brand new truck
Where ya at wit' it?
Let's go and get it
If you a real d-boy
Money over bitches
[Intro over the hook]
Yea, this one here for uptown
I know we lost a lot that we gon' never get back
All the time, but it's a must that we do this here homeboy
Yea, uptown already nigga!
[Verse 1: Birdman]
Slap a bitch wit' a pound and a ki
Twenty of them thangs, ten on my street
Hundred at my crib, ten fo' a beat
Fifty on a Caddy wit' the swine suade seats
Twenty on a bike, third world peace
Two on the yaucht, million on the fleet
Fo' five fo' a pound of that leaf
A hundred dollaz for a chopper on the streets
We uptown, we gon' ride 'til we die nigga
We stay fresh, get money stay fly nigga
Ain't nuttin' changed I ride them skinny tires
Wit' the candy on the slab, on the buttons wit' them twenty-fives
From no money nigga, now we talk Ca$h Money
From lil' money nigga, now we talk big money
From no nothin' now we all sayin' somethin'
Mo' money nigga, mo' money nigga
[Hook - 2X]
[Verse 2: Birdman]
What it do H-Town?
Wha's up B-Town?
Wha's up A-T-L?
Chea
Hit the town in a Phantom and a G
Wit' two pounds, two broads and a suite
Two toned everything a nigga see
Burnin' rubber in these motherfuckin' streets
Made man, ol' head taught me
Like father, like son we a G
Sixty-four seventy-eight tiger seats
Ol' school drop tops on the beach
Birdman, we do this 'cuz we stunnas
Ain't nuttin' changed in them brand new Hummas
Hood rich, we do it fo' the numbas
Tha fo' fives and the tens and the hundreds
Two fifteen nigga talkin' cash shit
Got a hundred from my bitch she a badd bitch
Money won't change nigga neva average
That's why I'm livin' this bitch so lavish
[Hook - 2X]
[Verse 3: Birdman]
Yea nigga
We been blowin' out the pound all day hustlin'
Ya heard me?
And this is how we get down at the end of the night
After all that grindin'
Shit
I'm in the club, hoez showin' love
Nigga know we got it, that's why they wanna plug
Pussy poppin' shit, like they wanna thug
Knowin' they ain't 'bout it and them clips gon' bust
I got stacks, that's jus' how it is
Boy Mack supa fly in a Coupe Deville
And got birds in the field
Grindin' all the time
Tryna get a mill'
Neighborhood superstar, third world gangsta
I put mines in, did a lil' more thinkin'
Shine in the summer
Minx in the winter
Ice year round
Twenty on the pinky
Damn my town
Went down sinkin'
Made my rounds
Bounced back bankin'
Neva fold
That's what make me
Make the money
Don't let it break ya
[Hook - 2X]
Yea
That's what it do nigga
We better hustlaz than you nigga
Money longer than yours lil' nigga
Believe that
One hundred
Wha's up Weezy baby?
Them niggaz can't see us man
We barely can see us, ya heard? [fades out]
We got the diamond in the back (Yea)
Tinted rolled up (Yea)
Blowin' out the pound
In a brand new truck
Where ya at wit' it?
Let's go and get it
If you a real d-boy
Money over bitches
[Intro over the hook]
Yea, this one here for uptown
I know we lost a lot that we gon' never get back
All the time, but it's a must that we do this here homeboy
Yea, uptown already nigga!
[Verse 1: Birdman]
Slap a bitch wit' a pound and a ki
Twenty of them thangs, ten on my street
Hundred at my crib, ten fo' a beat
Fifty on a Caddy wit' the swine suade seats
Twenty on a bike, third world peace
Two on the yaucht, million on the fleet
Fo' five fo' a pound of that leaf
A hundred dollaz for a chopper on the streets
We uptown, we gon' ride 'til we die nigga
We stay fresh, get money stay fly nigga
Ain't nuttin' changed I ride them skinny tires
Wit' the candy on the slab, on the buttons wit' them twenty-fives
From no money nigga, now we talk Ca$h Money
From lil' money nigga, now we talk big money
From no nothin' now we all sayin' somethin'
Mo' money nigga, mo' money nigga
[Hook - 2X]
[Verse 2: Birdman]
What it do H-Town?
Wha's up B-Town?
Wha's up A-T-L?
Chea
Hit the town in a Phantom and a G
Wit' two pounds, two broads and a suite
Two toned everything a nigga see
Burnin' rubber in these motherfuckin' streets
Made man, ol' head taught me
Like father, like son we a G
Sixty-four seventy-eight tiger seats
Ol' school drop tops on the beach
Birdman, we do this 'cuz we stunnas
Ain't nuttin' changed in them brand new Hummas
Hood rich, we do it fo' the numbas
Tha fo' fives and the tens and the hundreds
Two fifteen nigga talkin' cash shit
Got a hundred from my bitch she a badd bitch
Money won't change nigga neva average
That's why I'm livin' this bitch so lavish
[Hook - 2X]
[Verse 3: Birdman]
Yea nigga
We been blowin' out the pound all day hustlin'
Ya heard me?
And this is how we get down at the end of the night
After all that grindin'
Shit
I'm in the club, hoez showin' love
Nigga know we got it, that's why they wanna plug
Pussy poppin' shit, like they wanna thug
Knowin' they ain't 'bout it and them clips gon' bust
I got stacks, that's jus' how it is
Boy Mack supa fly in a Coupe Deville
And got birds in the field
Grindin' all the time
Tryna get a mill'
Neighborhood superstar, third world gangsta
I put mines in, did a lil' more thinkin'
Shine in the summer
Minx in the winter
Ice year round
Twenty on the pinky
Damn my town
Went down sinkin'
Made my rounds
Bounced back bankin'
Neva fold
That's what make me
Make the money
Don't let it break ya
[Hook - 2X]
Yea
That's what it do nigga
We better hustlaz than you nigga
Money longer than yours lil' nigga
Believe that
One hundred
Wha's up Weezy baby?
Them niggaz can't see us man
We barely can see us, ya heard? [fades out]
Leather So Soft lyrics - Lil Wayne
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
My leather so soft My top so soft
I'll probably have it off these niggaz so soft
And I go so hard
Bitch I go so hard... she said
My leather so soft My top so soft
I'll probably have it off these niggaz so soft
And I go so hard
Bitch I go so hard...
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
I get money hoe fuck what you talkin' 'bout
Straight out the slaughterhouse straight out the dragon's mouth
Fire you can't put out tires are standin' out
The coupe look pigeon-toed I be in a different mode
I be wit' them different hoes No I mean them different hoes
I mean them Weezy bumbaclot different hoes
And as far as terrific goes
They kiss that dick wit' no mistletoes
Diamonds and pearls and pussyholes snortin' coke til they nose bleed
I'm sittin' high on them inches I'm in the nosebleeds
I'm on a paper chase until my toes bleed
Then I get on these beats and let my soul bleed
I put 'em in ya head and watch the holes bleed
My rag always red like when them hoes bleed
Now that's coldbleed I mean cold blooded
And I'm so southern that's why my leather so soft
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
[Verse 2 - Birdman]
She soft as a bush nigga she purple like kush nigga
We high on that money nigga we get it from cook nigga
Hit her wit' that crook nigga fuckin' wit' crooks nigga
Know we 'bout that money and we stackin' like books nigga
Know what I do nigga them teardrops is true nigga
We stay so fly ride Bentley coupes nigga
Rolls Royce ganishes and asses by the beaches
Blowin' on that puff and we drivin' foreign features
Higher than whoever nigga know we 'bout that cheddar nigga
Know I got a tommy gun gave one to my young'n son
And we got it together
Forty-seven fifty-one you gon' hear us when we come daddy
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
You see the paper gon' come if not I'm gon' get it
I gotta die wit' money 'cause I wasn't born wit 'it
It was 9-27-82 baby do Charity
Hospital aka the city zoo no pity due to
No one nobody not all man
They dropped us in the game and everybody's tryna ball
And the small hand'll touch ya the large hand'll cut ya
But until that day I'll be a motherfuckin' stunna... nigga
[Birdman]
Ball 'til I fall I done did it for my dawgs
Ball 'til I fall I done did it for y'all
Ball 'til I fall I done did it for me nigga
Ball 'til I fall that's the way it's gon' be nigga
Up in the early I done did it for sunshine
Candy on the paint everytime I touch mine
Nine stay cocked 'cause I'm good wit' firin' mines
Alligator wit' the suede ridin' them 25's
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
[music to fade]
My leather so soft My top so soft
I'll probably have it off these niggaz so soft
And I go so hard
Bitch I go so hard... she said
My leather so soft My top so soft
I'll probably have it off these niggaz so soft
And I go so hard
Bitch I go so hard...
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
I get money hoe fuck what you talkin' 'bout
Straight out the slaughterhouse straight out the dragon's mouth
Fire you can't put out tires are standin' out
The coupe look pigeon-toed I be in a different mode
I be wit' them different hoes No I mean them different hoes
I mean them Weezy bumbaclot different hoes
And as far as terrific goes
They kiss that dick wit' no mistletoes
Diamonds and pearls and pussyholes snortin' coke til they nose bleed
I'm sittin' high on them inches I'm in the nosebleeds
I'm on a paper chase until my toes bleed
Then I get on these beats and let my soul bleed
I put 'em in ya head and watch the holes bleed
My rag always red like when them hoes bleed
Now that's coldbleed I mean cold blooded
And I'm so southern that's why my leather so soft
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
[Verse 2 - Birdman]
She soft as a bush nigga she purple like kush nigga
We high on that money nigga we get it from cook nigga
Hit her wit' that crook nigga fuckin' wit' crooks nigga
Know we 'bout that money and we stackin' like books nigga
Know what I do nigga them teardrops is true nigga
We stay so fly ride Bentley coupes nigga
Rolls Royce ganishes and asses by the beaches
Blowin' on that puff and we drivin' foreign features
Higher than whoever nigga know we 'bout that cheddar nigga
Know I got a tommy gun gave one to my young'n son
And we got it together
Forty-seven fifty-one you gon' hear us when we come daddy
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
You see the paper gon' come if not I'm gon' get it
I gotta die wit' money 'cause I wasn't born wit 'it
It was 9-27-82 baby do Charity
Hospital aka the city zoo no pity due to
No one nobody not all man
They dropped us in the game and everybody's tryna ball
And the small hand'll touch ya the large hand'll cut ya
But until that day I'll be a motherfuckin' stunna... nigga
[Birdman]
Ball 'til I fall I done did it for my dawgs
Ball 'til I fall I done did it for y'all
Ball 'til I fall I done did it for me nigga
Ball 'til I fall that's the way it's gon' be nigga
Up in the early I done did it for sunshine
Candy on the paint everytime I touch mine
Nine stay cocked 'cause I'm good wit' firin' mines
Alligator wit' the suede ridin' them 25's
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
[music to fade]
Army Gunz lyrics - Lil Wayne
[Chorus]
Yeah yeah yeah (I got army gunz)
Yeah yeah yeah (I-I-I got army gunz)
Yeah yeah yeah (I-I-I-I got army gunz)
Yeah yeah yeah (I-I-I-I-I got army gunz)
Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game
Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game
Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game
Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game
[Lil Wayne]
Okay I'm out 'chea you niggaz done started it ya ordered it
Bullet find a home in ya arteries pardon me
But them niggaz won't touch not a part of me bet on it
Them niggaz belong in a sorority ain't that a bitch
Burn they bodies up for the authorities no evidence
You gon' stop fuckin' wit' them warriors from New Orleans
And I really think that it'd be better if
I just hit ya block wit that baretta and hop out and let her rip
Let her bang let her bust etcetera etcetera
You niggaz is scared of the southern part of America
Here it come got her done never caught without one
Niggaz wanna ball so I guess I gotta bounce 'em
Smokin' on a ounce of that shit from the mountains
People say I need to stop no I need a counselor
And I'm here you are gonna need a chopper
And I'ma need a lawyer and you gon' need a doctor
Why? Because...
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Get at 'em we hit 'em up if they rattin'
Niggaz ain't fuckin' wit' the boy them niggaz softer than satin
I'm feelin' awfully aggy yes I walk wit' the maggy
I tell him park in a alley and leave 'em parked in the alley
Niggaz talkin' about me but they ain't talkin' it at me
'Cause if they talkin' it at me then I'm just talkin' to caskets
All that talkin' is pussy bitch you better make ya words strong
'Cause the shit gettin' chiseled on ya tombstone
What they do I got a chopper in the UHaul
Make a real nigga bring it back to '92 dog
Bring his ass to the river drop the fool off
Hope he can swim wit' them concrete shoes on
I got the gun right beside me who don't?
Got beef homie I was just gettin' hungry
When you come bitch you better bring a army
We can do it in the streets and throw a gansgta party nigga
Why? Because...
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Thirty shots in the clip niggaz let's trip
Line 'em up put 'em down on the guest list
These niggaz 'bout to make me go Rambo
I'ma take the shit as far as it can go
War is the answer if ya questionin' the general
Snap shots at'cha baby you are just a centerfold
And less Kenneth Cole niggaz seem plenty bold
Pull that bitch out alright don't make me get my fishin' pole
Them niggaz hoes really doe
I would swing down there wit' any O Forty-Fo' and let 'em go
Let 'em know that I ain't never been sweet and won't be
Yes I'll be right here on the ground when you want me
Make a nigga have to come back like wit' the smack
Thomas bitch I promise I'll kill ya and that's a fact
And I ain't never killed no one jack
But I'm honest bitch I promise I'll kill ya and that's a fact
Why? Because...
[Chorus]
Yeah yeah yeah (I got army gunz)
Yeah yeah yeah (I-I-I got army gunz)
Yeah yeah yeah (I-I-I-I got army gunz)
Yeah yeah yeah (I-I-I-I-I got army gunz)
Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game
Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game
Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game
Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game
[Lil Wayne]
Okay I'm out 'chea you niggaz done started it ya ordered it
Bullet find a home in ya arteries pardon me
But them niggaz won't touch not a part of me bet on it
Them niggaz belong in a sorority ain't that a bitch
Burn they bodies up for the authorities no evidence
You gon' stop fuckin' wit' them warriors from New Orleans
And I really think that it'd be better if
I just hit ya block wit that baretta and hop out and let her rip
Let her bang let her bust etcetera etcetera
You niggaz is scared of the southern part of America
Here it come got her done never caught without one
Niggaz wanna ball so I guess I gotta bounce 'em
Smokin' on a ounce of that shit from the mountains
People say I need to stop no I need a counselor
And I'm here you are gonna need a chopper
And I'ma need a lawyer and you gon' need a doctor
Why? Because...
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Get at 'em we hit 'em up if they rattin'
Niggaz ain't fuckin' wit' the boy them niggaz softer than satin
I'm feelin' awfully aggy yes I walk wit' the maggy
I tell him park in a alley and leave 'em parked in the alley
Niggaz talkin' about me but they ain't talkin' it at me
'Cause if they talkin' it at me then I'm just talkin' to caskets
All that talkin' is pussy bitch you better make ya words strong
'Cause the shit gettin' chiseled on ya tombstone
What they do I got a chopper in the UHaul
Make a real nigga bring it back to '92 dog
Bring his ass to the river drop the fool off
Hope he can swim wit' them concrete shoes on
I got the gun right beside me who don't?
Got beef homie I was just gettin' hungry
When you come bitch you better bring a army
We can do it in the streets and throw a gansgta party nigga
Why? Because...
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Thirty shots in the clip niggaz let's trip
Line 'em up put 'em down on the guest list
These niggaz 'bout to make me go Rambo
I'ma take the shit as far as it can go
War is the answer if ya questionin' the general
Snap shots at'cha baby you are just a centerfold
And less Kenneth Cole niggaz seem plenty bold
Pull that bitch out alright don't make me get my fishin' pole
Them niggaz hoes really doe
I would swing down there wit' any O Forty-Fo' and let 'em go
Let 'em know that I ain't never been sweet and won't be
Yes I'll be right here on the ground when you want me
Make a nigga have to come back like wit' the smack
Thomas bitch I promise I'll kill ya and that's a fact
And I ain't never killed no one jack
But I'm honest bitch I promise I'll kill ya and that's a fact
Why? Because...
[Chorus]
Protector (Skit) lyrics - Lil Wayne
The other thing is this I want you to learn.
I want you to go around all over these streets and make yourself a protector.
You go in and you make sure these guys are all safe okay, you order them an order of protection, for a small nominal fee.
And that's the way you do it, you walk in and you tell 'em,
"Hey, you know we're going to take care of your business but you got to pay us X amount of dollars per week." So you collect from them, you bring it to us,
we give you your peice and your end of the money for your family, and then you go up and up and up the pole.
I want you to go around all over these streets and make yourself a protector.
You go in and you make sure these guys are all safe okay, you order them an order of protection, for a small nominal fee.
And that's the way you do it, you walk in and you tell 'em,
"Hey, you know we're going to take care of your business but you got to pay us X amount of dollars per week." So you collect from them, you bring it to us,
we give you your peice and your end of the money for your family, and then you go up and up and up the pole.
Get That Money lyrics - Lil Wayne
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
I know some niggaz that'll merk ya for a quarter birdy
You bitch ass niggaz just be lucky that the boy ain't hurtin'
I got the money to lag and I got that swagger workin'
I'm smokin' somethin' I can't pronounce behind them Phantom curtains
What is you holl'in' bitch I'm on some gangsta shit
She wanna make me dinner I tell her make me rich
You fuckin' wit' a winner but I come from a little
Hoe but bet I can take that dirt and turn that shit glitter
I leave the work wit' her yeah she my baby sitter
And if I find out she stealin' for realer I'ma kill her
I'm just a money maaan so where the dollars at
?? beat that until them flowers black
She wanna ride on this I make her ride wit' that
Her pistol in the ceilin' that's her survival pack
And do I love her nawww man I just love her spirit
Blind deaf or crazy it's money over bitches
[Chorus - Lil Wayne - 2X]
Now everybody that I know get that money baby
And we ain't worryin' 'bout them hoes get that money baby
You get that cooked or that blow you done called a baller
If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough homie what'cha talkin'
[Verse 2 - Birdman]
So get'cha game up take a bitch break a bitch
Strap her down wit' work and tell her don't trip take a trip
Get'cha hustle up the money's what you make of it
These niggaz want it cooked and I done closed down the bakery
So stop stuntin' homie false promotin'
It ain't about what'cha makin' it's about what ya totin'
Burn him up leave him naked bring him back to his wife
The bitch ain't even cry 'cause he was livin' that life
These niggaz think I'm slippin' 'cause I'm fallin' back
Bitch I got money in the walls for that
Young'n get it from the ground homie hold the hood down and
Don't make a sound if them people swing around this bitch
Do ya thang whoa' hustle try to stay low
This is for my old school G's who ain't around this bitch
But shawty they ain't fuckin' wit' pops
Let them niggaz chase that pussy we gon' follow that guap... yeah
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
[Verse 3 - Birdman]
Fifty stacks in the garden in the backyard
Money talkin' turn a key into a crack charge
Y'all niggaz ain't eatin' how we eatin' B
Fuck how we used to be now we how we need to be
If they ain't wit' us they must be against us
We shoot 'em in the head 'cause they act like they senseless
If you ain't gettin' bread nigga keep yo' distance
We sharks over here nigga keep on fishin'
[Lil Wayne]
Money money money is my intuition
Money over bitches such an easy decision
Young Money money men monster militia
Hardbody these niggaz boxes of tissue
That nina will kiss ya that chopper will twist ya
Them .380 snapshots now smile for the pictures
Weezy motherfuckin' Baby pay me
My 9-to-5 is overrated I'm on that grind hoe
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
I know some niggaz that'll merk ya for a quarter birdy
You bitch ass niggaz just be lucky that the boy ain't hurtin'
I got the money to lag and I got that swagger workin'
I'm smokin' somethin' I can't pronounce behind them Phantom curtains
What is you holl'in' bitch I'm on some gangsta shit
She wanna make me dinner I tell her make me rich
You fuckin' wit' a winner but I come from a little
Hoe but bet I can take that dirt and turn that shit glitter
I leave the work wit' her yeah she my baby sitter
And if I find out she stealin' for realer I'ma kill her
I'm just a money maaan so where the dollars at
?? beat that until them flowers black
She wanna ride on this I make her ride wit' that
Her pistol in the ceilin' that's her survival pack
And do I love her nawww man I just love her spirit
Blind deaf or crazy it's money over bitches
[Chorus - Lil Wayne - 2X]
Now everybody that I know get that money baby
And we ain't worryin' 'bout them hoes get that money baby
You get that cooked or that blow you done called a baller
If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough homie what'cha talkin'
[Verse 2 - Birdman]
So get'cha game up take a bitch break a bitch
Strap her down wit' work and tell her don't trip take a trip
Get'cha hustle up the money's what you make of it
These niggaz want it cooked and I done closed down the bakery
So stop stuntin' homie false promotin'
It ain't about what'cha makin' it's about what ya totin'
Burn him up leave him naked bring him back to his wife
The bitch ain't even cry 'cause he was livin' that life
These niggaz think I'm slippin' 'cause I'm fallin' back
Bitch I got money in the walls for that
Young'n get it from the ground homie hold the hood down and
Don't make a sound if them people swing around this bitch
Do ya thang whoa' hustle try to stay low
This is for my old school G's who ain't around this bitch
But shawty they ain't fuckin' wit' pops
Let them niggaz chase that pussy we gon' follow that guap... yeah
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
[Verse 3 - Birdman]
Fifty stacks in the garden in the backyard
Money talkin' turn a key into a crack charge
Y'all niggaz ain't eatin' how we eatin' B
Fuck how we used to be now we how we need to be
If they ain't wit' us they must be against us
We shoot 'em in the head 'cause they act like they senseless
If you ain't gettin' bread nigga keep yo' distance
We sharks over here nigga keep on fishin'
[Lil Wayne]
Money money money is my intuition
Money over bitches such an easy decision
Young Money money men monster militia
Hardbody these niggaz boxes of tissue
That nina will kiss ya that chopper will twist ya
Them .380 snapshots now smile for the pictures
Weezy motherfuckin' Baby pay me
My 9-to-5 is overrated I'm on that grind hoe
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
No More lyrics - Lil Wayne
Yeah, Hustla
I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right nah
I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right money right
The pots hot as the rock expands it the paper chasin man on the clock like hands grindin like teeth get money like heath cliff hukstable keep it comin
like keith gotta meke last forever for worse or for better gotta make it past the devil so guns i got several and everybody plays the fool says aaron
nevelle bu i just play to win holler back like heavy metal. smellin like pedals from a rose so they hoes. my breads buildin bagels and legos when i rose
they froze trust me for the pesos im an a hole AK holes. think face blow and understand talkin money by the case loads gun off safety im in safe mode i
will hold court until the case closed. brown bag bitch
I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right nah
I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right money right
young new investment aint no turnin me back had the rubber band stacks in the button king sack and i aint never goin back sike i love the life standin
under the street ilght tryin to get off that white at a reasonable price nah i aint tryin to bargain wit ya niggas hatin well i guess they gonna be
starvin wit u i got 2 jobs i sell and cop shit like father like son well i was adopoted. i told the birdman stunna gimme a chance and i dont even wanna
tell u waht i did with my advance cause im only a man i had to feed my fam takin that hood shit and copped about 24 grams man i guess it is wat it is it
was wat it was before the rap game i waas sellin drugs either way im six figures before my first record ill stunt yall dont respect my my work habits im a
hustla
I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right nah
I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right money right
yeah thank u up nigga uptown from an 8 to a quater from a half to a brick from an 0 to the ozies that how im hood rich and murder was the case got me
emptyin a lot clips stunna hollerin birdman nigga right back in this bitch 3rd world throw the u up im rollin in the whip with this money on my mind gotta
hustla and to lift them high rise dealin me and youngin on some shit breaking bread choppin millions cause a bitch aint shit told as a youngin how roll
with the chopper if money on your block for the money ima pop ya nigga wanna hate but they money wouldnt stop us from ridin fly whips now they hoe out
jockin we stunnin while ya hating nigga stunna is wat made ya i hear ya poppin shit but the birdman raised ya bitch birdman got an army birdman got a navy
and cash money cant save ya.
I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right nah
I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right money right
I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right nah
I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right money right
The pots hot as the rock expands it the paper chasin man on the clock like hands grindin like teeth get money like heath cliff hukstable keep it comin
like keith gotta meke last forever for worse or for better gotta make it past the devil so guns i got several and everybody plays the fool says aaron
nevelle bu i just play to win holler back like heavy metal. smellin like pedals from a rose so they hoes. my breads buildin bagels and legos when i rose
they froze trust me for the pesos im an a hole AK holes. think face blow and understand talkin money by the case loads gun off safety im in safe mode i
will hold court until the case closed. brown bag bitch
I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right nah
I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right money right
young new investment aint no turnin me back had the rubber band stacks in the button king sack and i aint never goin back sike i love the life standin
under the street ilght tryin to get off that white at a reasonable price nah i aint tryin to bargain wit ya niggas hatin well i guess they gonna be
starvin wit u i got 2 jobs i sell and cop shit like father like son well i was adopoted. i told the birdman stunna gimme a chance and i dont even wanna
tell u waht i did with my advance cause im only a man i had to feed my fam takin that hood shit and copped about 24 grams man i guess it is wat it is it
was wat it was before the rap game i waas sellin drugs either way im six figures before my first record ill stunt yall dont respect my my work habits im a
hustla
I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right nah
I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right money right
yeah thank u up nigga uptown from an 8 to a quater from a half to a brick from an 0 to the ozies that how im hood rich and murder was the case got me
emptyin a lot clips stunna hollerin birdman nigga right back in this bitch 3rd world throw the u up im rollin in the whip with this money on my mind gotta
hustla and to lift them high rise dealin me and youngin on some shit breaking bread choppin millions cause a bitch aint shit told as a youngin how roll
with the chopper if money on your block for the money ima pop ya nigga wanna hate but they money wouldnt stop us from ridin fly whips now they hoe out
jockin we stunnin while ya hating nigga stunna is wat made ya i hear ya poppin shit but the birdman raised ya bitch birdman got an army birdman got a navy
and cash money cant save ya.
I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right nah
I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right money right
High lyrics - Lil Wayne
Ohhhwe, ten mins classic daddy, what you know about that?
Cash Money, Young Money, haha, Weezy Wee, where ya at wit' it daddy?
Shit, please believe it
[Lil Wayne]
We back
Yea, the flow won't leave him
I promise baby, I'm in my song
Wizzle, c'mon, wha
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
One-ninety proof, sub-nine in a shiny coupe
Up-towners inside the booth, shut down anybody who
Come 'round with a lolly gag, leave found in a body bag
Legs stiff, toes green, give him a title tag
Flossy nigga, but there lies a killer behind the flesh
Bossy nigga, so presidential thanks to my dad
Gotta add, how I got four states to call a pad
I'm mad as a mothafucker, why? I'm rich!
Buy a bag brotha, get a nigga high, I'm lit
I'm bad, I, hit'chu in ya eye and ya bitch
I, hit'cha where ya hide, now ya it, ah, now ya sick
Hot Boy baby, yea, hot cars, stock car, rock star
What'cha know about it? It's not four baby's
Unless ya Weezy F Baby
And, please say the Baby when say it, mothafucker
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Ridin' in my wheels, late nite
Left arm on the steerin' wheel
Red light, cops in my rear-view
But fuck them cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby I'm so high
Uh huh, again
Ridin' in my wheels, late nite
Left arm on the steerin' wheel
Red light, cops in my rear-view
But fuck them cause I'm high
That's right, baby I'm so high
[Birdman]
Yeah nigga, yeah, one hundred, one hundred
Yeah
[Verse 2: Birdman]
See we ride for flame nigga, a G to my name nigga
I do's my thang nigga, I'm gettin' this change nigga
So who's to blame nigga, about the game nigga
They said I did it, so fuck them niggas
I gave the plan nigga, I gave the game nigga
I'm doin my thang, and still, fuck them niggas
I know the lane nigga, I know the pain nigga
I know the fame, and still, fuck them niggas
Nigga, yeah we chillin' with them bitches on us
Holla nigga, while we countin' our hood riches
Thinkin' bout all the hood niggas
Never got a chance to hit lic's for them six figures
Nigga, and if you doin' it how we done it nigga
Watch for the law, cause we knew when it was comin' nigga
And every summer had Hummer's nigga
Spent a million dollars like it wasn't nothin' nigga
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
C'mon
Ridin' in my wheels, late nite
Left arm on the steerin' wheel
Red light, cops in my rear-view
But fuck them cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby I'm so high
Uh huh, again
Ridin' in my wheels, late nite
Left arm on the steerin' wheel
Red light, cops in my rear-view
But fuck them cause I'm high
That's right, baby I'm so high
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Yo, check it
And no bitch can't, and no nigga won't
Fuck with me, play with me, no
Cause I got me fo' sho'
And I got D's to blow, fo' sho'
Come on, now if ya feel me put'cha guns in the air
Pull 'em out, and let the playa haters know that it's there
Bang that mothafucker, and pop that mothafucker
Yeah, fall back young man, who?
Weezy Baby, a hundred grand, ya understand?
Yeah, wife beater fittin' me perfect, exactly
Jeans fallin' off my ass, pocket cash showin'
Rock n' roll, we can rock to my pad, yeah
Cold Saki shots, chilled Petrone, half a glass, yeah
Whoa, now she hot, now it's on, now she bent
I let her clothes drop, while she goin' to my bed
And I'm goin to my bed right behind her
Got a couple questions in her pussy
I picked the night to find 'em
And, I might define 'em if, I hit from right behind her
And get her how I got her, now she diggin' my persona
She, like a virgin, but, like Madonna
I don't believe her at all, I'm just tryna ride ya
Until the seats fall off, but we good
This is Cash Money, Young Money, get it understood
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
C'mon
Ridin' in my wheels, late nite
Left arm on the steerin' wheel
Red light, cops in my rear-view
But fuck them cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby I'm so high
Yeah, again
Ridin' in my wheels, late nite
Left arm on the steerin' wheel
Red light, cops in my rear-view
But fuck them cause I'm high
That's right, baby I'm so high
Cash Money, Young Money, haha, Weezy Wee, where ya at wit' it daddy?
Shit, please believe it
[Lil Wayne]
We back
Yea, the flow won't leave him
I promise baby, I'm in my song
Wizzle, c'mon, wha
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
One-ninety proof, sub-nine in a shiny coupe
Up-towners inside the booth, shut down anybody who
Come 'round with a lolly gag, leave found in a body bag
Legs stiff, toes green, give him a title tag
Flossy nigga, but there lies a killer behind the flesh
Bossy nigga, so presidential thanks to my dad
Gotta add, how I got four states to call a pad
I'm mad as a mothafucker, why? I'm rich!
Buy a bag brotha, get a nigga high, I'm lit
I'm bad, I, hit'chu in ya eye and ya bitch
I, hit'cha where ya hide, now ya it, ah, now ya sick
Hot Boy baby, yea, hot cars, stock car, rock star
What'cha know about it? It's not four baby's
Unless ya Weezy F Baby
And, please say the Baby when say it, mothafucker
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Ridin' in my wheels, late nite
Left arm on the steerin' wheel
Red light, cops in my rear-view
But fuck them cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby I'm so high
Uh huh, again
Ridin' in my wheels, late nite
Left arm on the steerin' wheel
Red light, cops in my rear-view
But fuck them cause I'm high
That's right, baby I'm so high
[Birdman]
Yeah nigga, yeah, one hundred, one hundred
Yeah
[Verse 2: Birdman]
See we ride for flame nigga, a G to my name nigga
I do's my thang nigga, I'm gettin' this change nigga
So who's to blame nigga, about the game nigga
They said I did it, so fuck them niggas
I gave the plan nigga, I gave the game nigga
I'm doin my thang, and still, fuck them niggas
I know the lane nigga, I know the pain nigga
I know the fame, and still, fuck them niggas
Nigga, yeah we chillin' with them bitches on us
Holla nigga, while we countin' our hood riches
Thinkin' bout all the hood niggas
Never got a chance to hit lic's for them six figures
Nigga, and if you doin' it how we done it nigga
Watch for the law, cause we knew when it was comin' nigga
And every summer had Hummer's nigga
Spent a million dollars like it wasn't nothin' nigga
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
C'mon
Ridin' in my wheels, late nite
Left arm on the steerin' wheel
Red light, cops in my rear-view
But fuck them cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby I'm so high
Uh huh, again
Ridin' in my wheels, late nite
Left arm on the steerin' wheel
Red light, cops in my rear-view
But fuck them cause I'm high
That's right, baby I'm so high
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Yo, check it
And no bitch can't, and no nigga won't
Fuck with me, play with me, no
Cause I got me fo' sho'
And I got D's to blow, fo' sho'
Come on, now if ya feel me put'cha guns in the air
Pull 'em out, and let the playa haters know that it's there
Bang that mothafucker, and pop that mothafucker
Yeah, fall back young man, who?
Weezy Baby, a hundred grand, ya understand?
Yeah, wife beater fittin' me perfect, exactly
Jeans fallin' off my ass, pocket cash showin'
Rock n' roll, we can rock to my pad, yeah
Cold Saki shots, chilled Petrone, half a glass, yeah
Whoa, now she hot, now it's on, now she bent
I let her clothes drop, while she goin' to my bed
And I'm goin to my bed right behind her
Got a couple questions in her pussy
I picked the night to find 'em
And, I might define 'em if, I hit from right behind her
And get her how I got her, now she diggin' my persona
She, like a virgin, but, like Madonna
I don't believe her at all, I'm just tryna ride ya
Until the seats fall off, but we good
This is Cash Money, Young Money, get it understood
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
C'mon
Ridin' in my wheels, late nite
Left arm on the steerin' wheel
Red light, cops in my rear-view
But fuck them cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby I'm so high
Yeah, again
Ridin' in my wheels, late nite
Left arm on the steerin' wheel
Red light, cops in my rear-view
But fuck them cause I'm high
That's right, baby I'm so high
Cali Dro lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Daz Dillinger, Kurupt)
[Birdman:]
So Light It Up And Pass The Thang To Me
Im Fresh Off Patrol I Could Smoke A Whole P
Can Smell It In My Clothes You Can Smell It In My Seats
Thats How A Nigga Rolls I Was Raised In Them Streets
Im Rollin Up A Sweet
Im Fillin It With Keef
Im Too High To Talk Bitch Keep It Real Brief
If It Aint About Money You Dont Even Gotta Speak
I Smoke It In A Paper, Weezy Smoke It In A Leaf
And Nigga Ima Stunna, I Got Runnas
And We Keep Them Shotguns Like Huntas
We Smoke Thunda, It Put Me Under
Im Talkin About Straight Purple Kush That Thundas
See I Be Fuckin With Them Trees Cuz Im Straight Out Tha Jungle
Keep About Five Pounds And We Aint Even Tryin To Hustle
Yall Already Know How That Go
[Lil' Wayne:]
I Get My Kush From California
Get My Dro From Arizona
I Can Get it cross the boarda
I Got A Ridda Name Winona
And I Be Calmer Than A Somma
Inside Of The Phantom
And it's lookin like a Sauna
And I Still Stay High And I Still Got My Diploma
And I Still Keep The Maggie On Me Like Hommer
And Im Too Sick Man Im Spittin Out A Coma
And Im Still Lettin The Money Pile Like Goma
And I Smoke That Kill, Yall Blowin On Begonias
And I Keep A Fill Of That Grass Like A Farmer
And I Keep That Armor, Try Me And Ill Spin You Around
Ill Be With The Stars And I Aint Talkin Tinsel Town
Thats Right The Present Town, Bitches Tear The Fences Down
Like Prince In Town
Boy I Shits A Pound Of That Purple Rain On The Marvin's Day
You Wit Me Now?
Too High You Can't Set Me Down
[Daz:]
We Got That Ak-47 White Right On Set Painted
And Named It Orange Purple Kush That Million Dolar Top Brand
[Kurupt:]
I Got That White Ivory Ice Tee
Docters, Requestin Dope Weed
Blazin Up So Much Bomb
I Got A Bad Bitch On My Side
[Daz:]
See See We Just Smokin We Just Smokin,
We Just Tryin To Fire Up
If You Got The Bomb Bomb Nigga Come And Light It Up
[Kurupt:]
Yah Blaze Up Aint Nothin Like
Ridin By, Drivin High
Me And All The Hommies Smokin
Dumpin If You Chokin Smokin
[Daz:]
Smoke Slow When They Hit You Cuz You Might Pass Out
[Kurupt:]
Look Over At The Bitches Snatch A Blunt Up Out A Mouth Bitch
[Daz:]
Switch It To Another Scene
That Has You Smokin Endo Green
[Kurupt:]
Some Hommies Be On That Lean
Mix It With That Endo Weed
[Daz:]
Because We Fucked Up We Fucked Up
You Know That We Fucked Up
[Kurupt:]
I Like To Smoke And Drink
With That Nympho Plated Thang
[Daz:]
Because We Fucked Up We Fucked Up
You Know That We Fucked Up
So Light It Up And Pass The Thang To Me
Im Fresh Off Patrol I Could Smoke A Whole P
Can Smell It In My Clothes You Can Smell It In My Seats
Thats How A Nigga Rolls I Was Raised In Them Streets
Im Rollin Up A Sweet
Im Fillin It With Keef
Im Too High To Talk Bitch Keep It Real Brief
If It Aint About Money You Dont Even Gotta Speak
I Smoke It In A Paper, Weezy Smoke It In A Leaf
And Nigga Ima Stunna, I Got Runnas
And We Keep Them Shotguns Like Huntas
We Smoke Thunda, It Put Me Under
Im Talkin About Straight Purple Kush That Thundas
See I Be Fuckin With Them Trees Cuz Im Straight Out Tha Jungle
Keep About Five Pounds And We Aint Even Tryin To Hustle
Yall Already Know How That Go
[Lil' Wayne:]
I Get My Kush From California
Get My Dro From Arizona
I Can Get it cross the boarda
I Got A Ridda Name Winona
And I Be Calmer Than A Somma
Inside Of The Phantom
And it's lookin like a Sauna
And I Still Stay High And I Still Got My Diploma
And I Still Keep The Maggie On Me Like Hommer
And Im Too Sick Man Im Spittin Out A Coma
And Im Still Lettin The Money Pile Like Goma
And I Smoke That Kill, Yall Blowin On Begonias
And I Keep A Fill Of That Grass Like A Farmer
And I Keep That Armor, Try Me And Ill Spin You Around
Ill Be With The Stars And I Aint Talkin Tinsel Town
Thats Right The Present Town, Bitches Tear The Fences Down
Like Prince In Town
Boy I Shits A Pound Of That Purple Rain On The Marvin's Day
You Wit Me Now?
Too High You Can't Set Me Down
[Daz:]
We Got That Ak-47 White Right On Set Painted
And Named It Orange Purple Kush That Million Dolar Top Brand
[Kurupt:]
I Got That White Ivory Ice Tee
Docters, Requestin Dope Weed
Blazin Up So Much Bomb
I Got A Bad Bitch On My Side
[Daz:]
See See We Just Smokin We Just Smokin,
We Just Tryin To Fire Up
If You Got The Bomb Bomb Nigga Come And Light It Up
[Kurupt:]
Yah Blaze Up Aint Nothin Like
Ridin By, Drivin High
Me And All The Hommies Smokin
Dumpin If You Chokin Smokin
[Daz:]
Smoke Slow When They Hit You Cuz You Might Pass Out
[Kurupt:]
Look Over At The Bitches Snatch A Blunt Up Out A Mouth Bitch
[Daz:]
Switch It To Another Scene
That Has You Smokin Endo Green
[Kurupt:]
Some Hommies Be On That Lean
Mix It With That Endo Weed
[Daz:]
Because We Fucked Up We Fucked Up
You Know That We Fucked Up
[Kurupt:]
I Like To Smoke And Drink
With That Nympho Plated Thang
[Daz:]
Because We Fucked Up We Fucked Up
You Know That We Fucked Up
About All That lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Fat Joe)
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Young desperado straight out the grotto
I'm so bad my shadow chooses not to follow
Little nigga but see me as a fuckin' rhino
Lil Weezy hit this bitch like Rocky Marciano
It's a drought ain't it? How the fuck would I know?
Nigga I been gettin' my Cher in (share in) like Sonny Bono
I ran the streets... check my bio
I started high wit' two O's just like Ohio
I'm fuckin' nuts... cashews
But I'm so DC like fat shoes
I skate away... like later dudes!
Never get caught baby I'm mashed potato smooth
And just when it stopped... I made it move
Respect me nigga I'm a dog... no Asian food
I wet up the party so have a bathin' suit
And daisy dukes you bitch ass nigga
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Keep talkin' that shit that you talkin'
And we gon' have to get into some gangsta shit
My nigga... keep talkin' that shit that you talkin'
And we gon' have to get into some gangsta shit
My nigga... 'Cause you aint really even 'bout all that
You ain't really even 'bout all that
And don't'cha forget.. I know ya you ain't 'bout all that
You ain't never been about all that... fall back
[Verse 2 - Fat Joe]
Niggaz must want Joey to lean on 'em
Flash the binky splash his dreams on 'em
Let 'em sleep on it it's nothin' to Crack
Lay the murder game down back to hustlin' packs
Yeah Weezy homie's got yo' back whether raps or macks
Either way they both spit like BRRRRAT!
Nigga... them muhfuckas is broke like them levies
And we done sold so much dope ain't shit you tell me
Nigga... how you want it ?? coke or dog food?
My shit'll have you runnin' naked like an old school
And yeah we 'bout it 'bout it and you ain't ridin' on me
Unless ya got a whole fuckin' suicidal warmin'
And I'm a rider homie and you can find it on me
That 40 cal'll get your shirt picture ironed on it
This shit is funny to me
All these niggaz frontin' war but they runnin' from me... Crack!
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
[Verse 3 - Birdman]
I had 'em as lil' niggaz raised 'em 'round real niggaz
Poppin' bottles fuckin' wit' them bitches nigga
Made money to the ceilin' me and my young nigga
Chillin' I'm in the streets hustlin' gettin' money nigga
Changed all my new shoes nigga got some new tools
Nigga got some mo' jewels we was gettin' money
And ain't nothin' ever changed still doin' the thang
Still gettin' money still spendin' change
We hustlin' from Sunday to Sunday
And we grindin' everyday like the money ain't comin'
Nigga... yeah we ridin' woodgrains and minks
Got the dope in the Hummer cold case for that thang
I hate the law for what they done did they broke in niggaz cribs
Wish I woulda caught 'em I'dda split they fuckin' wig
3rd Ward let me claim my fame
I put it down Uptown I'ma do my thang believe dat
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Young desperado straight out the grotto
I'm so bad my shadow chooses not to follow
Little nigga but see me as a fuckin' rhino
Lil Weezy hit this bitch like Rocky Marciano
It's a drought ain't it? How the fuck would I know?
Nigga I been gettin' my Cher in (share in) like Sonny Bono
I ran the streets... check my bio
I started high wit' two O's just like Ohio
I'm fuckin' nuts... cashews
But I'm so DC like fat shoes
I skate away... like later dudes!
Never get caught baby I'm mashed potato smooth
And just when it stopped... I made it move
Respect me nigga I'm a dog... no Asian food
I wet up the party so have a bathin' suit
And daisy dukes you bitch ass nigga
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Keep talkin' that shit that you talkin'
And we gon' have to get into some gangsta shit
My nigga... keep talkin' that shit that you talkin'
And we gon' have to get into some gangsta shit
My nigga... 'Cause you aint really even 'bout all that
You ain't really even 'bout all that
And don't'cha forget.. I know ya you ain't 'bout all that
You ain't never been about all that... fall back
[Verse 2 - Fat Joe]
Niggaz must want Joey to lean on 'em
Flash the binky splash his dreams on 'em
Let 'em sleep on it it's nothin' to Crack
Lay the murder game down back to hustlin' packs
Yeah Weezy homie's got yo' back whether raps or macks
Either way they both spit like BRRRRAT!
Nigga... them muhfuckas is broke like them levies
And we done sold so much dope ain't shit you tell me
Nigga... how you want it ?? coke or dog food?
My shit'll have you runnin' naked like an old school
And yeah we 'bout it 'bout it and you ain't ridin' on me
Unless ya got a whole fuckin' suicidal warmin'
And I'm a rider homie and you can find it on me
That 40 cal'll get your shirt picture ironed on it
This shit is funny to me
All these niggaz frontin' war but they runnin' from me... Crack!
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
[Verse 3 - Birdman]
I had 'em as lil' niggaz raised 'em 'round real niggaz
Poppin' bottles fuckin' wit' them bitches nigga
Made money to the ceilin' me and my young nigga
Chillin' I'm in the streets hustlin' gettin' money nigga
Changed all my new shoes nigga got some new tools
Nigga got some mo' jewels we was gettin' money
And ain't nothin' ever changed still doin' the thang
Still gettin' money still spendin' change
We hustlin' from Sunday to Sunday
And we grindin' everyday like the money ain't comin'
Nigga... yeah we ridin' woodgrains and minks
Got the dope in the Hummer cold case for that thang
I hate the law for what they done did they broke in niggaz cribs
Wish I woulda caught 'em I'dda split they fuckin' wig
3rd Ward let me claim my fame
I put it down Uptown I'ma do my thang believe dat
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Respect (Outro) lyrics - Lil Wayne
I'm so glad to see how far you've came in life.
And now since you're going to become one of the bosses, it's nice to say that someone's followed in my footsteps.
You can carry on the name and the tradition.
But remember one thing. It's respect, never cross the line, and you'll always earn a lot of cash money.
And now since you're going to become one of the bosses, it's nice to say that someone's followed in my footsteps.
You can carry on the name and the tradition.
But remember one thing. It's respect, never cross the line, and you'll always earn a lot of cash money.
Get 'Em lyrics - Lil Wayne
[Talking]
Yea, Haha Drama I'm Back
Dedication 2
I ain't Even Waitin On 'Em I'ma Get 'Em Now
Get 'Em
My block pumpin and I'm tryin to keep that hoe pumpin
If niggaz snitchin them I let them niggaz hold......
Get Get Get 'Em [x2]
My block pumpin and I'm tryin to keep that hoe pumpin
If niggaz snitchin them I let them niggaz hold sumthin
If a nigga owe sumthin need a doctors note from 'em
Or his throat from 'em
These lil niggaz thinkin they fresh, get whipped out ya clothes youngin
I got it all but I'll beat you like you stole sumthin
My bitch trippin, she say I treat her like my old woman
I tell the bitch I'm probably better off with no woman
Yea, I get that brand new money
I'm the boss bitch, I'm touchin every dollar thats comin
Stop playin, I kno wat I'm doin
Let me get 'em
I hope his kids not with 'em
Yall motherfuckers kno me I'm a rider in the side of the south
Got the money in the matress and the guns in the couch
Wat up
Puttin out cockroaches in the ashtray
Its payday till my last day
Yea
Walkin that line with alot on my mind
I get that money, never droppin a dime
I don't hate, never, not on my time
I'll put that little red dot on ya mind
Talkin that crime but alot of 'em lyin
Im caught on the grind, never get off my grind
Ima pimp to these hoes, not a pimp in my mind, nah
And everybody kno I'm sharp when I ride
Hop out that new Ferrari with that little horse on the side yea
Zoom Zoom bitch ride a nigga broom witch
Have a key wet stinkin up your whole room bitch
Now break out the perfume bitch
And niggaz come from out that beach, I'm in that water like a cruise ship
Straight up, tell all my dudes this
1 Pistol, 2 Clips, I aim at lips
Wayne that shit, shit on y'all
Given to you from the Guard
I Am The Guard
[Interlude]
Yeaa, money on my mind, money money on my mental
Super super soaker wet a nigga like a swim suit
I think they sippin on that 'I Can Fuck With Him Juice'
Test me if ya wanna bad man I knock a limb loose
I ain't never scared, I'm protected everywhere
And if a nigga disrespect me then he shall be very dead
Thats my word, gotta urge to hit a nigga and swerve
And them birds in the trigger shot down to my feet
Its me motherfucker whats better to see
And when ya greeted like me ain't nothin better then beef
See I would meet each one of you niggaz in the street
Then eat - and pick you little bitches out my teeth
Shout out to the green and red stiches in my teeth nigga
With no Gucci I'm a double chief nigga
My brothers you have send, and the Guard I Am..
Amen..
Yea, Haha Drama I'm Back
Dedication 2
I ain't Even Waitin On 'Em I'ma Get 'Em Now
Get 'Em
My block pumpin and I'm tryin to keep that hoe pumpin
If niggaz snitchin them I let them niggaz hold......
Get Get Get 'Em [x2]
My block pumpin and I'm tryin to keep that hoe pumpin
If niggaz snitchin them I let them niggaz hold sumthin
If a nigga owe sumthin need a doctors note from 'em
Or his throat from 'em
These lil niggaz thinkin they fresh, get whipped out ya clothes youngin
I got it all but I'll beat you like you stole sumthin
My bitch trippin, she say I treat her like my old woman
I tell the bitch I'm probably better off with no woman
Yea, I get that brand new money
I'm the boss bitch, I'm touchin every dollar thats comin
Stop playin, I kno wat I'm doin
Let me get 'em
I hope his kids not with 'em
Yall motherfuckers kno me I'm a rider in the side of the south
Got the money in the matress and the guns in the couch
Wat up
Puttin out cockroaches in the ashtray
Its payday till my last day
Yea
Walkin that line with alot on my mind
I get that money, never droppin a dime
I don't hate, never, not on my time
I'll put that little red dot on ya mind
Talkin that crime but alot of 'em lyin
Im caught on the grind, never get off my grind
Ima pimp to these hoes, not a pimp in my mind, nah
And everybody kno I'm sharp when I ride
Hop out that new Ferrari with that little horse on the side yea
Zoom Zoom bitch ride a nigga broom witch
Have a key wet stinkin up your whole room bitch
Now break out the perfume bitch
And niggaz come from out that beach, I'm in that water like a cruise ship
Straight up, tell all my dudes this
1 Pistol, 2 Clips, I aim at lips
Wayne that shit, shit on y'all
Given to you from the Guard
I Am The Guard
[Interlude]
Yeaa, money on my mind, money money on my mental
Super super soaker wet a nigga like a swim suit
I think they sippin on that 'I Can Fuck With Him Juice'
Test me if ya wanna bad man I knock a limb loose
I ain't never scared, I'm protected everywhere
And if a nigga disrespect me then he shall be very dead
Thats my word, gotta urge to hit a nigga and swerve
And them birds in the trigger shot down to my feet
Its me motherfucker whats better to see
And when ya greeted like me ain't nothin better then beef
See I would meet each one of you niggaz in the street
Then eat - and pick you little bitches out my teeth
Shout out to the green and red stiches in my teeth nigga
With no Gucci I'm a double chief nigga
My brothers you have send, and the Guard I Am..
Amen..
They Still Like Me lyrics - Lil Wayne
Drama I'm on fire man rock
(Lets go)
Weezy motherfucker
What it do holla at me
All the niiggas tryin to hate me
And the bitches tryin to have me
I'm a money man
Yep I get it from my daddy ho
In war we can beef like the nolia and the calio
Hollygrove my batte yo
Let that automatic go
Test me while I'm chillin
And I kill you from my patio
Bitch my shadow look good
I'm just feelin Weezy
Hop in my shit and say goodbye
Cause the ceilings leavin
Believe me
They ain't tryin to see me
Tell 'em I be the nigga with the burner in the beanie
I'm the fireman
She just call me when she steamin
I wet her up and put her out and leave the bitch dreamin
Niggaz say they hot
But its really not seemin
If these guys bad then I gotta be a deamon
Wayne's getting money like Damon and Kenan
Try and take it from me and I'm aimin and squeezin
Bangin and leavin
Stains on the cement
Slide the crackers something
So they tame the policemen
Left in a porche
Came in a car-nation
I'm fresh
Man the gucci sweats came with the creases
I'm hot but I'm cold
I just change with the seasons
Tryin to put some cheese on my pieces
If you lookin for your nigga
I be where the water gets deeper
Huggin on that money
Tryin to put it in a sleeper
Yea I'm here
Who the fuck wanna say somethin
Leave your whole head empty
Like a straight pumpkin
Make no assumption
I'm hustlin
Your girlfriend guzzlin
And you thought she wasn't
Name still buzzin even when I'm doin nothin
But I'm never dioig nothin
Cause I'm always getting money
That's simple jackass
If you don't get it your a dummy
And them niggaz that push me
Ain't nut but pure pussy
Sure honey I done heard what you said
But if a nigga really cared
You'd already be dead
Just some young ass niggaz
With some old ass bread
Yes I keep them dollas running
Like them bitches got legs
Now my nigga Taz Po
Been ridin with me since Keds
And my right wrist
Is looking like a cracked open egg
Thays white and yellow diamonds
Adjust your lighting
I got 'em so mad but
Oh I think they like me
(Lets go)
Weezy motherfucker
What it do holla at me
All the niiggas tryin to hate me
And the bitches tryin to have me
I'm a money man
Yep I get it from my daddy ho
In war we can beef like the nolia and the calio
Hollygrove my batte yo
Let that automatic go
Test me while I'm chillin
And I kill you from my patio
Bitch my shadow look good
I'm just feelin Weezy
Hop in my shit and say goodbye
Cause the ceilings leavin
Believe me
They ain't tryin to see me
Tell 'em I be the nigga with the burner in the beanie
I'm the fireman
She just call me when she steamin
I wet her up and put her out and leave the bitch dreamin
Niggaz say they hot
But its really not seemin
If these guys bad then I gotta be a deamon
Wayne's getting money like Damon and Kenan
Try and take it from me and I'm aimin and squeezin
Bangin and leavin
Stains on the cement
Slide the crackers something
So they tame the policemen
Left in a porche
Came in a car-nation
I'm fresh
Man the gucci sweats came with the creases
I'm hot but I'm cold
I just change with the seasons
Tryin to put some cheese on my pieces
If you lookin for your nigga
I be where the water gets deeper
Huggin on that money
Tryin to put it in a sleeper
Yea I'm here
Who the fuck wanna say somethin
Leave your whole head empty
Like a straight pumpkin
Make no assumption
I'm hustlin
Your girlfriend guzzlin
And you thought she wasn't
Name still buzzin even when I'm doin nothin
But I'm never dioig nothin
Cause I'm always getting money
That's simple jackass
If you don't get it your a dummy
And them niggaz that push me
Ain't nut but pure pussy
Sure honey I done heard what you said
But if a nigga really cared
You'd already be dead
Just some young ass niggaz
With some old ass bread
Yes I keep them dollas running
Like them bitches got legs
Now my nigga Taz Po
Been ridin with me since Keds
And my right wrist
Is looking like a cracked open egg
Thays white and yellow diamonds
Adjust your lighting
I got 'em so mad but
Oh I think they like me
Cannon (AMG Remix) lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Freeway, Willie The Kid, Detroit Red, Juice)
[Lil Wayne]
Howdy do motherfuckas, it's Weezy Baby
Niggaz bitchin' and I gotta tote the (Cannon)
Listen close, I got duct tape and rope
I leave you missing like the fucking O'bannons
One hand on my money, one hand on my buddy
That's the AK-47, make his neighborhood love me
Bullets like birds, you can hear them bitches humming
Don't make that bird shit, he got a weak stomach
Niggaz know I'm sick, I don't spit, I vomit, got it?
One egg short of the omelet
Simon says shoot a nigga in his thigh and leg
And tell him catch up/ketchup like mayonnaise
Um, I'm the sickest nigga doing it, bet that baby
These other niggas dope, I'm wet crack baby
Yes, get back, get back boy, this a set back
Clumsy ass niggas slip and fall in to a death trap
Them boys pussy, born without a backbone
And if you strapped we can trade like the Dow Jones
Wet em up, I hope he got his towel on
I aim at the moon and get my howl on
Some niggaz cry wolf, I'm on that dry kush
And when it come to that paper I stack books
You heard what I said
I can put you on your feet or put some money on ya head
Life ain't cheap, you better off dead if you can't pay the fee
Shout out my nigga Fee
See every motherfucka at the door don't get a key
Ya outside lookin' in, so tell me what you see
It's about money, it's bigger than me
I tell my homies don't kill him, bring the nigga to me
Yeah, don't miss, you fucking with the hitman
Kidnap a nigga, make him feel like a kid again
[Lil Wayne - Hook]
Straight up, I ain't got no conversation for you
Nigga talk to the (Cannon)
Yeah, have a few words with the (Cannon)
Yeah, tell it to my motherfucking (Cannon)
Yeah, straight up, I ain't got no conversation for you
Nigga talk to the (Cannon)
Yeah, have a few words with the (Cannon)
Nigga tell it to my motherfucking (Cannon)
[Freeway]
From Philly to where I'm landing I'm a (Cannon)
And I'm on that Philly fighting shit
And I come fully equipped
You trolley, get bodied, keep nina and shotty in the whip
If a nigga try to stick me I'ma blam him
Sing along now, di-di-dadi, I'm Free
Got the butters, got the green, he got the tan
Got the whole enchilada
Owe me dough, I'm inside of ya house
Tie up ya brother, make the prick call up ya mother
She might know where to find you
I am... on top of my job
The heavyweight champ of the flowas
Flow like the ocean, open water, ya drowning
I will... four-pound him, and sink him
Heat him then leave him stinking
Sharks surround him and eat him, nice to know him
I will... roll over your squad like I'm "One Punch" Carr
You chumps, you best call General Motors
I will... take control of your soldiers
You won't miss 'em 'til I toss em in the wok like chicken
General Tso/toast em, uh-oh!
[Willie the Kid]
I make it hard for rap niggaz, I'm peer pressure
Matter fact I'm motivation to rap better
I showed niggaz how to act, how to dress better
I stay fresh, more fitted caps than back catchers
I'm the crack, the smack, the gun, the rule
The gat, the strap, the gun, the tool
The motherfucking (Cannon)
Other words, I'm the real, for real
We can go check for check or bill for bill
We can go chick for chick or skill for skill
The deal is sealed, niggaz ain't real as Will
'Cause I'm a (Cannon)
And I handle well, pedal like Cannondale
And I got the 50-cal mag, its a handheld (Cannon)
I'm telling you niggaz, I pop, put a shell in you niggaz
My nice watch'll Helen Keller you niggaz
I got whores in the Canon camcorder bendin' over
Blowing 'ghan by the quarter
Weed odor in the Rover, nigga
[Detriot Red]
Detriot Red gettin' change like them white folks
Dump it out the window of the Range with the rifle
Pain like a bitch like the first day of a cycle
You better scurry when I pull the (Cannon)
Tracks burn the streets like a truck do the gas
I love head and caressing a voluptuous ass
I ask ya baby mama is she up to the task
She like "Damn Red, it's bigger than (Cannon)"
My attire makes the ladies say ya man is too fly
Imported oils from Iran and Dubois
Get caught slipping with ya mans and you die
Where I'm from niggaz be quick to squeeze the (Cannon)
Detroit Red always got some shit for ya ear
Show me love but keep it moving man, 'cause you if you get near
I'll say "get off my dick" and tell ya bitch to "come here"
'Cause you sweating me and my DJ Don (Cannon)
[Juice]
Legs spread far out, you know how I'm standing
Yeah I'm posted with the big homie (Cannon)
I got niggaz who don't like rap lovin' our shit
We got niggaz who was stuck on Pac bumpin' our shit
These niggaz can't see me like I ain't been around lately
A good batter when they at the mound its gravy
Niggaz salty, I'm pepper, no Spinderella
Just a cigarillo, filled with Tropicana
Yeah, Vic found that lick now we not smoking no more regular
Keep ya mid-grade, I don't think you know no better
They love "In Da Trunk", now they wanna hear more shit
I play it modest like "nigga thats some of our old shit"
Got niggaz I aint never met wanting to fight me
Got hoes thats in love asking "why you dont like me?"
Bitch I'm married to the game and I love my wifey
Steppin' over competition, man I love these Nikes
Yeah, I'm hot, they fannin'
Niggaz try to copy my style like the (Cannon)
Don't try to compare I'm in a league of my own
If I ain't listed at the top nigga the stats is wrong
All the data is off, ya info ain't valid
Artist of the century the competition ain't balanced
True/Tru like Master P and his two brothers
Don't call it incest but Juice the motherfucker
Like... ch'yea
Howdy do motherfuckas, it's Weezy Baby
Niggaz bitchin' and I gotta tote the (Cannon)
Listen close, I got duct tape and rope
I leave you missing like the fucking O'bannons
One hand on my money, one hand on my buddy
That's the AK-47, make his neighborhood love me
Bullets like birds, you can hear them bitches humming
Don't make that bird shit, he got a weak stomach
Niggaz know I'm sick, I don't spit, I vomit, got it?
One egg short of the omelet
Simon says shoot a nigga in his thigh and leg
And tell him catch up/ketchup like mayonnaise
Um, I'm the sickest nigga doing it, bet that baby
These other niggas dope, I'm wet crack baby
Yes, get back, get back boy, this a set back
Clumsy ass niggas slip and fall in to a death trap
Them boys pussy, born without a backbone
And if you strapped we can trade like the Dow Jones
Wet em up, I hope he got his towel on
I aim at the moon and get my howl on
Some niggaz cry wolf, I'm on that dry kush
And when it come to that paper I stack books
You heard what I said
I can put you on your feet or put some money on ya head
Life ain't cheap, you better off dead if you can't pay the fee
Shout out my nigga Fee
See every motherfucka at the door don't get a key
Ya outside lookin' in, so tell me what you see
It's about money, it's bigger than me
I tell my homies don't kill him, bring the nigga to me
Yeah, don't miss, you fucking with the hitman
Kidnap a nigga, make him feel like a kid again
[Lil Wayne - Hook]
Straight up, I ain't got no conversation for you
Nigga talk to the (Cannon)
Yeah, have a few words with the (Cannon)
Yeah, tell it to my motherfucking (Cannon)
Yeah, straight up, I ain't got no conversation for you
Nigga talk to the (Cannon)
Yeah, have a few words with the (Cannon)
Nigga tell it to my motherfucking (Cannon)
[Freeway]
From Philly to where I'm landing I'm a (Cannon)
And I'm on that Philly fighting shit
And I come fully equipped
You trolley, get bodied, keep nina and shotty in the whip
If a nigga try to stick me I'ma blam him
Sing along now, di-di-dadi, I'm Free
Got the butters, got the green, he got the tan
Got the whole enchilada
Owe me dough, I'm inside of ya house
Tie up ya brother, make the prick call up ya mother
She might know where to find you
I am... on top of my job
The heavyweight champ of the flowas
Flow like the ocean, open water, ya drowning
I will... four-pound him, and sink him
Heat him then leave him stinking
Sharks surround him and eat him, nice to know him
I will... roll over your squad like I'm "One Punch" Carr
You chumps, you best call General Motors
I will... take control of your soldiers
You won't miss 'em 'til I toss em in the wok like chicken
General Tso/toast em, uh-oh!
[Willie the Kid]
I make it hard for rap niggaz, I'm peer pressure
Matter fact I'm motivation to rap better
I showed niggaz how to act, how to dress better
I stay fresh, more fitted caps than back catchers
I'm the crack, the smack, the gun, the rule
The gat, the strap, the gun, the tool
The motherfucking (Cannon)
Other words, I'm the real, for real
We can go check for check or bill for bill
We can go chick for chick or skill for skill
The deal is sealed, niggaz ain't real as Will
'Cause I'm a (Cannon)
And I handle well, pedal like Cannondale
And I got the 50-cal mag, its a handheld (Cannon)
I'm telling you niggaz, I pop, put a shell in you niggaz
My nice watch'll Helen Keller you niggaz
I got whores in the Canon camcorder bendin' over
Blowing 'ghan by the quarter
Weed odor in the Rover, nigga
[Detriot Red]
Detriot Red gettin' change like them white folks
Dump it out the window of the Range with the rifle
Pain like a bitch like the first day of a cycle
You better scurry when I pull the (Cannon)
Tracks burn the streets like a truck do the gas
I love head and caressing a voluptuous ass
I ask ya baby mama is she up to the task
She like "Damn Red, it's bigger than (Cannon)"
My attire makes the ladies say ya man is too fly
Imported oils from Iran and Dubois
Get caught slipping with ya mans and you die
Where I'm from niggaz be quick to squeeze the (Cannon)
Detroit Red always got some shit for ya ear
Show me love but keep it moving man, 'cause you if you get near
I'll say "get off my dick" and tell ya bitch to "come here"
'Cause you sweating me and my DJ Don (Cannon)
[Juice]
Legs spread far out, you know how I'm standing
Yeah I'm posted with the big homie (Cannon)
I got niggaz who don't like rap lovin' our shit
We got niggaz who was stuck on Pac bumpin' our shit
These niggaz can't see me like I ain't been around lately
A good batter when they at the mound its gravy
Niggaz salty, I'm pepper, no Spinderella
Just a cigarillo, filled with Tropicana
Yeah, Vic found that lick now we not smoking no more regular
Keep ya mid-grade, I don't think you know no better
They love "In Da Trunk", now they wanna hear more shit
I play it modest like "nigga thats some of our old shit"
Got niggaz I aint never met wanting to fight me
Got hoes thats in love asking "why you dont like me?"
Bitch I'm married to the game and I love my wifey
Steppin' over competition, man I love these Nikes
Yeah, I'm hot, they fannin'
Niggaz try to copy my style like the (Cannon)
Don't try to compare I'm in a league of my own
If I ain't listed at the top nigga the stats is wrong
All the data is off, ya info ain't valid
Artist of the century the competition ain't balanced
True/Tru like Master P and his two brothers
Don't call it incest but Juice the motherfucker
Like... ch'yea
Workin 'Em lyrics - Lil Wayne
[Chorus:]
That's why you bitch won't a real nigga like me [x2]
She want to give that pussy to a real nigga like me [x2]
I be pimping them hoes, I be pimping them hoes, I be pimping them hoes pimp pimping them hoes
I be working them bitches, I be working them bitches, I be working them bitches work working them bitches
[Verse 1]
Weezy F. Baby the motherfucking carter,
Bitches on my stick put my name in Harry Potter
They think I'm very hotter, you girl say the same,
and since we like to travel, she lets us run a train
And my deep hits put me in the hall of fame,
I make her turn over everytime we play the game
Your boy Wayne, ask them niggas I came
in a Ferrari, Jaguar switching both lanes
Living room, in the kitchen, on a plane,
I get from A to B so comfortable I
Do my thang you all niggas so plain,
I'm so fly call me soul plane
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
To him I'm a killer, to her I'm a lover
I always wear a mask, and I always wear a rubber
Yeah I'm from the hood, but my crib in the suburbs
They love a nigga VIBE, so that's why I got the cover
My nigga mac maine is like a brother from another,
We're from the same hood, we will kill a motherfucker
We eat your niggas lunch, and to bitches I'm supper
She ask me to go down, I'm like as long as I fuck her
I wear I lot of diamonds, see baby I'm a stunner,
so ride a niggas dick, ah, baby bear hummer
And homie you can have her cause I don't really won't her, you put the dick in her I put the dick son her
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I'm hotter than firer, she wetter than a bitch
These niggas really pussy, and I'm harder than my dick
I show to much love for you to be a hatter,
I ain't home everyday but I'm getting my paper
I know what's going on 'cause I'm creator,
and since I'm so early holla at um later
I sound like sex coming through the fadder,
(BITCH) I'm the president not the mayor
[Chorus]
That's why you bitch won't a real nigga like me [x2]
She want to give that pussy to a real nigga like me [x2]
I be pimping them hoes, I be pimping them hoes, I be pimping them hoes pimp pimping them hoes
I be working them bitches, I be working them bitches, I be working them bitches work working them bitches
[Verse 1]
Weezy F. Baby the motherfucking carter,
Bitches on my stick put my name in Harry Potter
They think I'm very hotter, you girl say the same,
and since we like to travel, she lets us run a train
And my deep hits put me in the hall of fame,
I make her turn over everytime we play the game
Your boy Wayne, ask them niggas I came
in a Ferrari, Jaguar switching both lanes
Living room, in the kitchen, on a plane,
I get from A to B so comfortable I
Do my thang you all niggas so plain,
I'm so fly call me soul plane
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
To him I'm a killer, to her I'm a lover
I always wear a mask, and I always wear a rubber
Yeah I'm from the hood, but my crib in the suburbs
They love a nigga VIBE, so that's why I got the cover
My nigga mac maine is like a brother from another,
We're from the same hood, we will kill a motherfucker
We eat your niggas lunch, and to bitches I'm supper
She ask me to go down, I'm like as long as I fuck her
I wear I lot of diamonds, see baby I'm a stunner,
so ride a niggas dick, ah, baby bear hummer
And homie you can have her cause I don't really won't her, you put the dick in her I put the dick son her
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I'm hotter than firer, she wetter than a bitch
These niggas really pussy, and I'm harder than my dick
I show to much love for you to be a hatter,
I ain't home everyday but I'm getting my paper
I know what's going on 'cause I'm creator,
and since I'm so early holla at um later
I sound like sex coming through the fadder,
(BITCH) I'm the president not the mayor
[Chorus]
SportsCenter lyrics - Lil Wayne
Cover my tracks like butter so where da bread be
I see beef as dead meat
Who dat, the president yea me,
no one scare me
And you ain't gotta double dare me, hear me
Loud and clearly, rats aren't near me
Wire tap niggas get blood in the earpiece
I'm from New Orleans, nowhere near peace
Pure beast,
fear free,
dear grief
Catch up bitch, I'm in gear three,
zoom,
gone,
see ya,
peace,
drop one finger
Fuck a man whoever made him
I will hurt whoever love him cause I hate him
Looking for a lady, high and sedated
Got her to the pad I don't know a nigga made it
She gave me relations so now we related
The morning comes, the picture faded
I'm waited on my turn to burn, can I get a light
Little dog, bigger bike
Jackson 5, Little Mike
Can I get a mic or a mic and a half
Thank the source owner, shoutout to the editors staff
I'm all grown so much better with math
I'm need a spread in the Forbes taking a benjamin bath
I'm servin this track like Steffen Graph
Roger Federer, there's no competitors
Niggas know my rhetoric, bitch know my preference
Young GOD baby all you other niggas reverends
Sittin in my big house, surrounded by my weaponry
I keep them away like I got leprosy
Chopper right next to me, loaded up with Pepper seeds
Got an extra clip but that's only for my especially's
This is especially for you,
disrespect a nigga game, what kinda referee is you?
Swallow ya whistle, make a nigga ride with the pistol
Cause the fakest niggas ride with the pistol
Even if I die old, I'ma die with the pistol
If you stand over my body, I'll probably kill you
Not really, Weezy da realest
I wear a lot of bathin ape cause I be with gorillas
He what they talkin bout, topic of the
conversation,
Product of determination
Stop playin you are not up in my situation
I get money like a caucasian
The car red so the car cajun, stop hatin
Ya'll ballers I'ma sports agent
Wait a minute, let me translate it
It's Weezy, not the fatha' motherfuckin baby
I see beef as dead meat
Who dat, the president yea me,
no one scare me
And you ain't gotta double dare me, hear me
Loud and clearly, rats aren't near me
Wire tap niggas get blood in the earpiece
I'm from New Orleans, nowhere near peace
Pure beast,
fear free,
dear grief
Catch up bitch, I'm in gear three,
zoom,
gone,
see ya,
peace,
drop one finger
Fuck a man whoever made him
I will hurt whoever love him cause I hate him
Looking for a lady, high and sedated
Got her to the pad I don't know a nigga made it
She gave me relations so now we related
The morning comes, the picture faded
I'm waited on my turn to burn, can I get a light
Little dog, bigger bike
Jackson 5, Little Mike
Can I get a mic or a mic and a half
Thank the source owner, shoutout to the editors staff
I'm all grown so much better with math
I'm need a spread in the Forbes taking a benjamin bath
I'm servin this track like Steffen Graph
Roger Federer, there's no competitors
Niggas know my rhetoric, bitch know my preference
Young GOD baby all you other niggas reverends
Sittin in my big house, surrounded by my weaponry
I keep them away like I got leprosy
Chopper right next to me, loaded up with Pepper seeds
Got an extra clip but that's only for my especially's
This is especially for you,
disrespect a nigga game, what kinda referee is you?
Swallow ya whistle, make a nigga ride with the pistol
Cause the fakest niggas ride with the pistol
Even if I die old, I'ma die with the pistol
If you stand over my body, I'll probably kill you
Not really, Weezy da realest
I wear a lot of bathin ape cause I be with gorillas
He what they talkin bout, topic of the
conversation,
Product of determination
Stop playin you are not up in my situation
I get money like a caucasian
The car red so the car cajun, stop hatin
Ya'll ballers I'ma sports agent
Wait a minute, let me translate it
It's Weezy, not the fatha' motherfuckin baby
Welcome To Tha Concrete Jungle lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Juelz Santana)
[Juelz Santana]
DipSet
weezy holla me
[Hook - Juelz Santana]
welcome to the concrete jungle
got snakes, got bears, got lions no muzzles
and they all tryin to cause me trouble
got the big tre-8 long nose no muzzle [x2]
[Verse 1 - Juelz Santana]
back up off me shorty..if not, surely
that piece'll come off me shortly
my hood breed ganstaz boy
You wanna be down lets see now no thank you boy
my niggaz'll fish fillet you boy
than go and tell ya moms to get the paper boy
ya son is just no longer just a paper boy
he's front page on the paper boy
read about him
extra extra read about it
but we get twisted laugh and smoke weed about it
and can't nobody do a thing about it
Cause they'll be in the same boat
literally the same boat
floatin across the same sea
thru the same water
Don't fuck wit them same G's
Don't fuck wit that man please
Don't fuck wit his money
Don't fuck wit his gang breed
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
aim squeeze wayne be on the back street
shotty on the back seat fuck 'em if you ask me
make 'em look but them niggaz can't look past me
pass the weed to the next nigga
That's me let's see P E N C A M G
21 inches and I got them bitches skindy
temp me and any thing can happen I ain't rappin
I ain't aimin at you soldiers bitch I'm goin for the captin
I ain't shootin at ya shoulders bitch I'm goin for ya cappin
I won't stop cappin to ya wings start flappin
and you, you just angel in the streets full of gangtas and
me I'm from the home where murder make ya famous and
I think I'm bouts 2 get that trench off the hanger
and the mask out the drawer but I neva hide the banger
I'm a, straight playa if you love her don't bring her
I'll tell her lil shit like I can make her ass a singer
and she, believe that we back at the crib
she like, how it shoot if its plastic foreal
I'm like, fall back ma ya ass can get chilled
then she rolled on my dick like an ecstasy pill
I smoke beverly hills wuteva that kills
and leave a nigga wit that heavenly feel yeah
step and I will step in ya grill yeah
and leave a nigga wit that heavenly field yeah
DipSet
weezy holla me
[Hook - Juelz Santana]
welcome to the concrete jungle
got snakes, got bears, got lions no muzzles
and they all tryin to cause me trouble
got the big tre-8 long nose no muzzle [x2]
[Verse 1 - Juelz Santana]
back up off me shorty..if not, surely
that piece'll come off me shortly
my hood breed ganstaz boy
You wanna be down lets see now no thank you boy
my niggaz'll fish fillet you boy
than go and tell ya moms to get the paper boy
ya son is just no longer just a paper boy
he's front page on the paper boy
read about him
extra extra read about it
but we get twisted laugh and smoke weed about it
and can't nobody do a thing about it
Cause they'll be in the same boat
literally the same boat
floatin across the same sea
thru the same water
Don't fuck wit them same G's
Don't fuck wit that man please
Don't fuck wit his money
Don't fuck wit his gang breed
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
aim squeeze wayne be on the back street
shotty on the back seat fuck 'em if you ask me
make 'em look but them niggaz can't look past me
pass the weed to the next nigga
That's me let's see P E N C A M G
21 inches and I got them bitches skindy
temp me and any thing can happen I ain't rappin
I ain't aimin at you soldiers bitch I'm goin for the captin
I ain't shootin at ya shoulders bitch I'm goin for ya cappin
I won't stop cappin to ya wings start flappin
and you, you just angel in the streets full of gangtas and
me I'm from the home where murder make ya famous and
I think I'm bouts 2 get that trench off the hanger
and the mask out the drawer but I neva hide the banger
I'm a, straight playa if you love her don't bring her
I'll tell her lil shit like I can make her ass a singer
and she, believe that we back at the crib
she like, how it shoot if its plastic foreal
I'm like, fall back ma ya ass can get chilled
then she rolled on my dick like an ecstasy pill
I smoke beverly hills wuteva that kills
and leave a nigga wit that heavenly feel yeah
step and I will step in ya grill yeah
and leave a nigga wit that heavenly field yeah
Spitter lyrics - Lil Wayne
[Chorus:]
Spit yo game, talk yo shit, grab yo gat
Call yo click [x2]
Squeez yo clip hit tha right one pass tha weed
Gotta lite one [Repeat]
[Verse 1:]
Wat ya mammy told ya bout fuckin round with them soilders
Told ya I'll be back I'm commin I got that tolamansoda
Dats blood all ova ya sofas
Blood all ova ya postas,
Blood all ova ya sholdas,
Blood all ova tha strollas,
Do that shit I done that shit it's Weezy Baby
He's a baby put that nigga run that shit
Make that money come back quick
Take that money from that bitch
She know wat it be M-O-B
Pistol write the M-I-Re
You know wat it be M-O-Me
Bitches know were that lime lead 2 words
Room key, where? Penthouse Suiet
Wear not a damn thing
I'm here batabambing
My hand bing
My wrist bling
My neck bling
My ear bling
Supa bowl ring bitch
Cash money young money
Supa bowl team bitch
Money, money, money, money
I'm true to those things bitch
You with those pussy hoes I shoot at those queens bitch
This Is New Orleans bitch,
Murder, dope fein shit!
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2:]
Wat ya papi told ya bout fuckin round with them soilders
I told ya i'm comin back I got that Tolamatola
Dats blood all ova ya rova
Blood all ova ya shofa
Blood all ova ya lofa's
If I get in to close thats
Blood all ova my toasta
Blood all ova my hosta
I'm in em' Es-Cas that's
Blood all ova my hova's (Fuck)
I'm hustlin with a Motive
My niggas need me
The a tiger In my pocket
Say "Feed me" It's greedy
See them niggas
Jack them niggas
Kill them niggas
Wack them niggas
Ask them bitches
Ask them niggas
Weezy Baby that tha nigga
Catch me smashin In tha Vee
Matchin seats, matchin feet
Sheesh that bitch too sweet fa tha streetz
Got that key for tha leaf, that feast the beef
No need to speak, let It be wat It be
Niggas want piece, I make em' leave here
Piece by piece
Fuck me
Fuck you
Wat it is
Wat it do
I've been ready since 81' and I was born I 82'
Holleygrove where I'm from
but we call that bitch tha Zoo
I ain't neva trust a bitch since she ate that forrbidden fruit
Sucka free,
sucka proof,
50 shots,
Cut em Loose
Quarter back weezy baby
Shotgun, run and shoot
Comin true youngin do wat youngin do ball baby
at Home Furnacatin, homie by tha phone waitin
Got-Damn
-I-Am
-A-Man
-Tha-Man
-Tha-Mu
-Tha-Fuck
-Ing-Pre-Sident
Bitch
[Chorus]
Spit yo game, talk yo shit, grab yo gat
Call yo click [x2]
Squeez yo clip hit tha right one pass tha weed
Gotta lite one [Repeat]
[Verse 1:]
Wat ya mammy told ya bout fuckin round with them soilders
Told ya I'll be back I'm commin I got that tolamansoda
Dats blood all ova ya sofas
Blood all ova ya postas,
Blood all ova ya sholdas,
Blood all ova tha strollas,
Do that shit I done that shit it's Weezy Baby
He's a baby put that nigga run that shit
Make that money come back quick
Take that money from that bitch
She know wat it be M-O-B
Pistol write the M-I-Re
You know wat it be M-O-Me
Bitches know were that lime lead 2 words
Room key, where? Penthouse Suiet
Wear not a damn thing
I'm here batabambing
My hand bing
My wrist bling
My neck bling
My ear bling
Supa bowl ring bitch
Cash money young money
Supa bowl team bitch
Money, money, money, money
I'm true to those things bitch
You with those pussy hoes I shoot at those queens bitch
This Is New Orleans bitch,
Murder, dope fein shit!
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2:]
Wat ya papi told ya bout fuckin round with them soilders
I told ya i'm comin back I got that Tolamatola
Dats blood all ova ya rova
Blood all ova ya shofa
Blood all ova ya lofa's
If I get in to close thats
Blood all ova my toasta
Blood all ova my hosta
I'm in em' Es-Cas that's
Blood all ova my hova's (Fuck)
I'm hustlin with a Motive
My niggas need me
The a tiger In my pocket
Say "Feed me" It's greedy
See them niggas
Jack them niggas
Kill them niggas
Wack them niggas
Ask them bitches
Ask them niggas
Weezy Baby that tha nigga
Catch me smashin In tha Vee
Matchin seats, matchin feet
Sheesh that bitch too sweet fa tha streetz
Got that key for tha leaf, that feast the beef
No need to speak, let It be wat It be
Niggas want piece, I make em' leave here
Piece by piece
Fuck me
Fuck you
Wat it is
Wat it do
I've been ready since 81' and I was born I 82'
Holleygrove where I'm from
but we call that bitch tha Zoo
I ain't neva trust a bitch since she ate that forrbidden fruit
Sucka free,
sucka proof,
50 shots,
Cut em Loose
Quarter back weezy baby
Shotgun, run and shoot
Comin true youngin do wat youngin do ball baby
at Home Furnacatin, homie by tha phone waitin
Got-Damn
-I-Am
-A-Man
-Tha-Man
-Tha-Mu
-Tha-Fuck
-Ing-Pre-Sident
Bitch
[Chorus]
South Muzik lyrics - Lil Wayne
My name Wayne and I came to party
my watch an Icee and my chain a Frostee
Them bitches like me, but they mayne's is salty
I aint on strike three, but his brains'll cost me See I'ma chill
like waitin for the doctor I'm awaitin for the proper head doctor hey
I need a check up, and mami tellin me her man need to step up
I'm like, say no more cuzz there's the door
and my niggaz like "I ain't tryin' hate on yours
I'm like boy I don't save no whore, oh no
I'm too small to go against the cold
So I grab me a freak and be like, "let's roll"
Cause after the afterparty is the muhfuckin bachelor party
that's what's up, master suite master me
and we be "ungh" all night like Master P yeah
[Dj Drama Talkin]
Big shout to tha A Town, shout to tha Forth Ward, can't forget tha west side, Bankhead what up
... (gangsta grizzile!) shout to Adams Vile, shout out to ma nigga Taylor Road,
[Lil Wayne:]
Hay my name Wayne and I came from money
I gotta pretty bitch wit me but her brains is ugly
Got a city bitch wit me but her brains is country
Yeah a silly bitch wit me man her brains is dummy
Be smart I'll take the brains of dummies
that desert eagle new, workout plan, brain then tummy
I ain't got no umbrella and it's rainin' money
I'm dumb better than these lames that's stuntin
I run better like, Corey Dillion for the New England Pats
They like, no he didn't get that new Bentley black and white
Sure he did, no kiddin', know he kitted it
Know he told the dealer make sure there's no equivalent
So that makes this a one of one
That means none before it, none to come
Young money but the money aint young neither's the night
what are you drinkin' make it a double you in trouble OH
[Dj Drama Talkin]
Shout out to ma Cha Town niggas, shout out to everybody in Detroit ... (Cannon, Cannon, Cannon)
Perfor County what up ... (tha aphiliates nigga holla at cha boy) can't forget Mephis
... Big Larry welcome to tha family, dedication 2, Dj Drama (gangsta gizzile!)
Aye my name wayne and I came to rock
I come a long way from turnin' cocaine to rock
and like the song say get, getcha ass on up
but her thong say pull me down or to the side
and I go and say, sweetie can you open up your walkway
bet I run up and down your hallway all day shit
ain't nothin like a hard day menage
I call it three the hard way, Ohhh
Hollygrove hard case, Scarface all face
very similar to my pa face, I'm particular bout my court case
I ride fly, look out the window you saw space
I ride high, my interior tye die, I'm so superior
You lookin' at Cash Money's interior you hearin' me?
Birdman, J-R a period, holla at a nigga when you're serious shit
(Gangsta grizzile!)
my watch an Icee and my chain a Frostee
Them bitches like me, but they mayne's is salty
I aint on strike three, but his brains'll cost me See I'ma chill
like waitin for the doctor I'm awaitin for the proper head doctor hey
I need a check up, and mami tellin me her man need to step up
I'm like, say no more cuzz there's the door
and my niggaz like "I ain't tryin' hate on yours
I'm like boy I don't save no whore, oh no
I'm too small to go against the cold
So I grab me a freak and be like, "let's roll"
Cause after the afterparty is the muhfuckin bachelor party
that's what's up, master suite master me
and we be "ungh" all night like Master P yeah
[Dj Drama Talkin]
Big shout to tha A Town, shout to tha Forth Ward, can't forget tha west side, Bankhead what up
... (gangsta grizzile!) shout to Adams Vile, shout out to ma nigga Taylor Road,
[Lil Wayne:]
Hay my name Wayne and I came from money
I gotta pretty bitch wit me but her brains is ugly
Got a city bitch wit me but her brains is country
Yeah a silly bitch wit me man her brains is dummy
Be smart I'll take the brains of dummies
that desert eagle new, workout plan, brain then tummy
I ain't got no umbrella and it's rainin' money
I'm dumb better than these lames that's stuntin
I run better like, Corey Dillion for the New England Pats
They like, no he didn't get that new Bentley black and white
Sure he did, no kiddin', know he kitted it
Know he told the dealer make sure there's no equivalent
So that makes this a one of one
That means none before it, none to come
Young money but the money aint young neither's the night
what are you drinkin' make it a double you in trouble OH
[Dj Drama Talkin]
Shout out to ma Cha Town niggas, shout out to everybody in Detroit ... (Cannon, Cannon, Cannon)
Perfor County what up ... (tha aphiliates nigga holla at cha boy) can't forget Mephis
... Big Larry welcome to tha family, dedication 2, Dj Drama (gangsta gizzile!)
Aye my name wayne and I came to rock
I come a long way from turnin' cocaine to rock
and like the song say get, getcha ass on up
but her thong say pull me down or to the side
and I go and say, sweetie can you open up your walkway
bet I run up and down your hallway all day shit
ain't nothin like a hard day menage
I call it three the hard way, Ohhh
Hollygrove hard case, Scarface all face
very similar to my pa face, I'm particular bout my court case
I ride fly, look out the window you saw space
I ride high, my interior tye die, I'm so superior
You lookin' at Cash Money's interior you hearin' me?
Birdman, J-R a period, holla at a nigga when you're serious shit
(Gangsta grizzile!)
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