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[Pre-Chorus] Vrooom on a yamaha chromed out 11 hundred Wut Im doin, gettin money, wut we doin, gettin money Wut they doin, hatin on me, but they neva cross Cash money still the company, and bitch im the boss [Chorus] And I be stuntin like my daddy, stuntin like my daddy Stuntin like my daddy, I be stuntin like my daddy Im the, young stunna, stuntin like my daddy Stuntin like my daddy, I be stuntin like my daddy [Verse 1] Bitch Im paid, thats all I gotta say Cant see my lil nigga, the money in the way And Im, Im sittin high, a gansta ride blades If you aint gone ride fly than you might as well hate Shit I gotta eat... even though I ate It aint my birthday but I got my name on my cake Believe that, if ya mans wanna play Imma fuck around and put that boy brains on the table So pick 'em up, pop 'em let 'em lay Where Im from we see a fuckin dead body everyday Thats, uptown, throwin stuff at 'em Niggaz talk about me Im throwin shots back at 'em Bitch Im a pipe, and she like a crack attic And she saw me cookin 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 [Pre-Chorus] [Chorus] [Verse 2] 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 Magic grills, big houses on the hill Got them hoes in the kitchen all cookin pan meals ??? holla, dollar after dollar Flippin chickens gettin tickets nigga meet me after hour Born stunna, uptown hunter 3rd world G's nigga been about money Ice ???, birdman redmonkeys White Tees lots of jewels this is cash money You now 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, nigga we was born hustlas [Pre-Chorus] [Chorus] [Verse 3] When I was 16 I bought my first mercedes benz I must've fucked a thousand bitches and they girlfriends White leather, hot new bare rims Brand new pistol with the trigger like a hair pin Big work, we dont need scale man Big papers say g'mornin to the mail man What'cha now bout putting bricks in the spare man I can stuff a coupe like a muthafucken caravan Im in my zone my ??? is so rare man A ??? you lookin at the chair man How you want it, show me my opponent Show me my opponent Im still ballin, a bullet gotta get me And i've never been a pussy cause my hood never let me A made nigga got made niggas wit me Ima motorcyle boy so im about to pop a wheelie [Pre-Chorus] [Chorus] [Outro] x2 Veerom on a yamaha chromed out 11 hundred Veerom on a yamaha chromed out 11 hundred Veerom veerom on a yamaha chromed out 11 hundred Cash money still the company and bitch im the boss |
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I bought my first key from my baby momma brother
I bought my first key Bought my bought my first key I bought my first key from my baby momma brother I bought my first key Bought my bought my first key Yeah, hustling on my city streets Trying to get a whole key (i bought my frist key, my first key) In '93 and we was getting 'em like for twenty five Colombian connect, homey we was getting fly We on the grind and our nuts got bigga And every day we in the motherfucking hood our guns got bigga Stunting on them niggas, getting money staying fly every day a nigga spending Riding 25s and we blazing getting high, nigga showing off his ride Crusing through the beach nigga rolling in them bimmers Them people pull me over hating cause they can't see us Know I got the money (laws won't leave me alone) Now they acting funny cause they know a nigga strong Money long and we coming I bought my first key from my baby momma brother I bought my first key Bought my bought my first key I bought my first key from my baby momma brother (cooked it up myself and started) I bought my first key from my baby momma brother I bought my first key Bought my bought my first key I bought my first key from my baby momma brother(cooked it up myself and started) I ain't have to touch a piece of work since '94 I lost my daddy in '96 and started making 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 slanging, hiding 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 I bought my first key from my baby momma brother I bought my first key Bought my bought my first key I bought my first key from my baby momma brother (cooked it up myself and started) I bought my first key from my baby momma brother I bought my first key Bought my bought my first key I bought my first key from my baby momma brother (cooked it up myself and started) And I ain't touch a motherfucking key since '04 And that's the word that we serving, look that's all we know Them niggas talkeyng 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 blowing out the whole beat My ak mack eleven represent the three Gangsta like a motherfucker me and my homies Yeah, my nigga rabbit was a og My momma husband that's what show me (my first key) Yup, then you know I had to be a hustler I started selling hubbers |
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| 12. |
| 4:51 |
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> [Chorus]
My leather so soft my top so soft I probably have it off, these niggas so soft And I go so hard Bitch I go so hard, She said my leather so soft my top so soft I probably have it off, these niggas so soft And I go so hard (Bitch I go so hard) Yeah look I get money ho 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 mistletoe's Diamonds and pearls and pussy holes 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, no I mean cold blooded And I'm so southern that's why my leather so soft [Chorus] Nigga on the yacht smokin' Cohibas nigga, yeah! 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] 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 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 'fore sunshine Candy on the paint every time I touch mine Nine stay cocked 'cause I'm good wit' firin' mines Alligator wit' the suede ridin' them 25's [Chorus] Yeah |
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| 4:05 |
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> [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 Okay I'm out 'chea you niggas done started it ya ordered it Bullet find a home in ya arteries pardon me But them niggas won't touch not a part of me bet on it Them niggas 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 et cetera et cetera You niggas is scared of the southern part of America Here it come, got a gun Never come without one Niggas 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 down here you gonna need a chopper And I'm a need a lawyer and you gon' need a doctor Why? Because [Chorus] Get at 'em we hit 'em up if they rattin' Niggas ain't fuckin' wit' the boy them niggas 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 Niggas 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 U-Haul Make a real nigga bring it back to ninety two 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] Thirty shots in the clip niggas let's trip Line 'em up put 'em down on the guest list These niggas 'bout to make me go Rambo I'm a 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 that's Kenneth Cole niggas seem plenty bold Pull that bitch out alright don't make me get my fishin' pole Them niggas 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] |
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I know some niggas that'll merk ya for a quarter birdy
You bitch ass niggas 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 the litter 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'm a kill her I'm just a money man so where the dollars at So momma I'm a 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 naw man I just love her spirit Blind deaf or crazy it's money over bitches [Chorus: x2] 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' 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 niggas 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 all 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 niggas think I'm slippin' 'cause I'm fallin' back Bitch I got money in the walls for that Youngin' 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 niggas chase that pussy we gon' follow that guap, yeah [Chorus: x2] Fifty stacks in the garden in the backyard Money talkin' turn a key into a crack charge Y'all niggas 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' Money money money is my intuition Money over bitches such an easy decision Young Money money men monster militia Hard body these niggas boxes of tissue That nina will kiss ya that chopper will twist ya Them .three eighty snapshots now smile for the pictures Weezy motherfuckin' baby pay me My nien-to-five is overrated I'm on that grind hoe [Chorus: x2] |
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| 4:32 |
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Yeah, like father like son
Got joey crack ridin' with us this time I smell murder, you know Birdman, sponsor this one And I got 'em Look, 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 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 D-C 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] 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 ain't 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 Niggas must want Joey to lean on 'em Flash the blinky 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 brrat! Nigga, them mu'fuckas 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 in old school And yeah we 'bout it 'bout it and you ain't ridin' on me Unless ya got a whole fuckin' suicidal army And I'm a rider homie And you can find it on me That forty cal'll get you shirt picture ironed on it This shit is funny to me All these niggas frontin' war but they runnin' from me, Crack! [Chorus] Nigga, I had 'em as lil' niggas raised 'em 'round real niggas 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 thing 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 thing I hate the law for what they done did they broke in niggas 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'm a do my thing believe dat [Chorus] |
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