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| 2. |
| 4:12 |
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I am on a 24 hour champagne diet
Spillin while i'm sippin it Encourage you to try it I'm probably just saying that cause i dont have to buy it The club owner supply it Boy i'm on that fly shit I am what everybody in my past don't want me to be Guess what i made it I'm the muthaf man I just want you to see come take a look Get a load of this ngga Quit frontin on me Don't come around try come gas me up I like runnin on E I I I Im on my Disney shit goofy flow On records i'm captain hook and my new car is roofio Damn Where my roof just go Im somebody that you should know Get to shakin somethin cus thats what Drumma produced it for Yes i make mistakes that i don't ever make excuses for Like leavin girls that love me and constantiy seducing hoes I'm losing my thoughts i say damn Where my roof just go Top slipped off like janet at the super bowl I got they can't help it and I can't blame'em Since I got famous but btch I got money to blow Im gettin it in letting these bills fall All over your skin Got money to blow oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh money the blow oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh money the blow Richer than the richest We certified gettin it CM YM Cash Money business Higher than the ceiling fly like a bird hit the gucci store And later get served We smoked out with no roof on it Them people passin So we smash on Ballin out we keep the cash on deck Lamborghini and the Bentleys on the V set Louie lens iced with the black diamonds Car of the year Ferrari the new Spider No lie I'm highter than i ever been Born rich born uptown born to win Fully loaded automatic 6 Benz Candy paint foreign lights with my b tch in Born hustlin too big ngga strive me up Cant stop me more money burn em up they can't help it and I can't blame'em Since I got famous but btch I got money to blow Im gettin it in letting these bills fall All over your skin I Got money to blow oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh I Got money to blow oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh When I get paid every 24 hours money and the power Come to VIP and get a Champagne Shower I don't have to worry because everything ours and I got a big bouquet of Mary Janes Flowers That kush I promise Thats My Dude But we don't smoke that Reggie Bush And I'm with two women make you take a second look We poppin like Champagne Bottles But We Never Shook and We Goin Be Alright If We Put Drake On Every Hook they can't help it and I can't blame'em Since I got famous but btch I got money to blow Im gettin it in letting these bills fall All over your skin I Got money to blow oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh I Got money to blow oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh I Got money to blow |
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| 4. |
| 3:21 |
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| 5. |
| 5:33 |
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[Lil Wayne]
Here I go again Staring into the mirror To no reflection Like am I here Paranoid, who's there I know in my years I done seen my share Everything I bare Everything I care about Has all been washed up, way to the shore But we got more More in store [Birdman] This for you bird lady Yeah young 100 Back on the bitches Rollin in the Bentley Them suicide doors Cost me 650 Lamborghini yella Could do it no better Burnin in the sky Float like a feather Them stars worth the price And music brought the lights 5 star G Give my son 5 mics Fully loaded with the piece Hundred mill is the feast So we ate the same meal Till the hundreds had a crease So you know we bought some (fleach)? Rolls Royce and Hum V's Keep a bad bitch And put the diamonds on my teeth Presidential suite Rumors bout me Rumors bout my son, bitch Dying in the streets It can't be [Lil Wayne] And we hear everybody talkin We know they talkin about shit, about shit Cause I swear it was just the other day I told my nigga we goin get about this, about this And we goin keep our guns Cause we live a block from Danger, trouble, and every drug you can name Yeah it's true Struggle and pain Hustle and gain Thrust through the chain Now motherfucker, do you buy that Motherfucker, do you buy that [Chorus] But I'm priceless I'm lifeless I'm wifeless I'm the nicest And I'm priceless I'm lifeless I'm wifeless I'm priceless [Birdman] Ferrari You can find me on the southside Uptown with the Louie on the rightside We so high To the sky where the sun shine There's no price on the tag That we can't buy Flyer than a pearl Cuter than some jewels Hot with the shades Flame on you Country niggas paid New Bentley coup 20 on some blaze Marc Jacob shoes Frank Muller watch The square block bezzle Junior is the best Fly in any weather I mill cash bitch Out the louie brief Euros and currency But this is C.M.B. [Chorus] But I'm priceless I'm lifeless I'm wifeless I'm the nicest And I'm priceless I'm lifeless I'm wifeless I'm priceless [Lil Wayne] When you're staying In this room With all these doors And no where to go Ah ah ohhh All these doors But I chose The window [Birdman] The big block (phofer)? 50 before we mash out It's candy on the slab, nigga Before we burn out It's billionaire frames Cherry wood grain Two on the Benz Glass top switching lanes Hundred thousand acres 10 on the hill Over city view Get it how you live Down in the jungle Learn to keep it humble I be about your business Cook it like it's gumbo Mink on the spread Mill on the bed Marble on the floor Ice chandeliers A paranoid life Rich with no wife Higher than a kite Smash it butterfly [Lil Wayne] And we fly And I fly high Higher than your eyes can see But I'm coming down And I'm coming down So you bitches better get down with me Now motherfucker, do you buy that, yeahhh Now motherfucker, do you buy that [Chorus] But I'm priceless I'm lifeless I'm wifeless I'm the nicest And I'm priceless I'm lifeless I'm wifeless I'm priceless Ooooh Yeahhhh Ayyyy Yeah Yeah Hayyy But I'm priceless I'm lifeless I'm wifeless I'm the nicest I'm lifeless I'm wifeless I'm priceless Now hurry up and buy |
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| 4:22 |
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Yea, Burrrrr, Burrr,
CMB always, [Lil Wayne - Chorus] How come gettin money never gets boring, How come gettin money never gets boring, Baby i gotta stack, what you gonna do for it, Then you bring it back like the Mothaf-ckin chorus, And you bring it back back back back back back back, And you bring it back back back back back like a motherf-ckin chorus, [Birdman - Verse] Back on my set, Tool in my hand, Big money was the plan, So i’m back where i started, Back where it come from, Back where we went wit it, Third wall soldier out the Phantom doing big business, Situations thick you got the homie toting two two’s, Comin back old skool, Did it like he want to, Headed to the pen now he back up on the slab, Big money of the ab, Hundred g’s in cash, Brand new whip, old skool Caddy, The dump truck, A stash spot, Then came up, Its more 1’s N-gga, Versace sheets, Serve is more money in the new fleet, [Chorus] [Birdman - Verse 2] Bought a new Phantom, Suede with the gators, Brand new Louis always ready to spray it, Like father like son, Money is a must, These hoe’s we don’t trust, Brand new trucks, Shined every summer, ran wit the numbers, Stash spot cool got a 50 piece humming Back up on my saddle n-gga hustle for my shine, Just an ordinary n-gga on a million dollar grind, Big timer old skool, new skool n-gga, Is more money homie, More money more money more money homie, My b-tchs paid Cavalli Shades, Blowin haze, Everyday, [Chorus] [Birdman - Verse 3] Flip another hundred, Get another Hundred, Spend another Hundred, Burn another Hundred, Blow another Hundred, F-ck another Hundred, Get big money n-gga, Stuntin on a hundred, 50 Whips extra clips did it for the sunshine, Garbage bag full hard body wit a fireline, Flip another brick, Drink a little dip, Stunna Island n-gga shinin’ wit a bad b-tch, AR N-gga, riding skinny tires, Fully loaded high when you floatin’ in the sky, Rockin’ Gucci blades, ridin triple blades, Tax on the face, A N-gga’s been paid, [Chorus] [End] |
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| 8. |
| 4:21 |
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Yeah, so priceless, life so priceless
Nigga, you understand me? It's just like that My car so priceless, my bitch so priceless My familia is so priceless, nigga, you understand me? Either you with us, or you ain't with us Either you in the huddle or you out the huddle Either you ridin' or we pass you, flyin' by sayin' fuck you It's Young Money, Cash Money, playboy That's about the size of it At the roof top, so hot up here, nigga Yeah, let's go Take yourself a picture when I'm standin' at the mound And I swear it's goin' down, I'm just reppin' for my town Off a cup of CJ Gibson, man I'm faded off the brown And I'm easily influenced by the niggas I'm around See that Aston Martin, when I start it hear the sound I ain't never graduated, I ain't got no cap and gown But the girls in my class who were smart enough to pass Be at all my fuckin' parties grabbin' money off the ground Yeah, all hail Mr. Lyrical, spades of the opus, baby What you got a feelin' for? I can show you new things Have you feelin' spiritual Pastor Kerney Thomas to these ho's, "Miwacles" Yeah, okay, they say that I'm the one in fact Some say I'm they favorite but I ain't hearin' none of that I'm about my team, ho, Young Money runnin' back Cash Money superstar, where the fuck is Stunna at? Damn Untouchable, 40 with my A.K. Mastermind Big Money heavy weight On the grind flippin' money in every way Headline, my biz shine everyday Pearl white throwin' P. Marc Jacobs gloves Cartier, Louis case with a dope plug From the mud where they wet you leave in your blood Goin' in flippin' hundreds, get the young blood Show 'em where it go, floatin' on the floor Gettin' more dough, ground hard, go Black diamond show, watch the flame blow And how you stay grounded, cash no go And how you stay mounded, cash no flow And how you stay shinin', Bentley off the floor And how you stay high, Purple Pine Dro Diamond Minx Fur, February Snow Take yourself a picture when I'm standin' at the mound And I swear it's goin' down, I'm just reppin' for my town Off a cup of CJ Gibson, man I'm faded off the brown And I'm easily influenced by the niggas I'm around See that Aston Martin, when I start it hear the sound I ain't never graduated, I ain't got no cap and gown But the girls in my class who were smart enough to pass Be at all my fuckin' parties grabbin' money off the ground Uh, you know you paid when you got Baby with ya It's Young Money like Ben Franks baby pictures I'm the lady twister, I kiss her whiskers I been runnin' this shit, blisters Stickin' to the script, movie star money And if you gassed up I leave the car runnin' I'm a big smoker, I'm a little drinker The peace sign is just the trigger in the middle finger What you know bout it? Man, y'all clueless I let two women ride me, that's car poolers I rock stupid ice, Mr. Water Coolers If y'all in the buildin' then we are intruders Simmer down pimpin', let me handle this I know the game, analyst Man, I'm the shit and y'all janitors Blow out the kush and crack a smile for the cameras Take yourself a picture when I'm standin' at the mound And I swear it's goin' down, I'm just reppin' for my town Off a cup of CJ Gibson, man I'm faded off the brown And I'm easily influenced by the niggas I'm around See that Aston Martin when I start it hear the sound I ain't never graduated, I ain't got no cap and gown But the girls in my class who were smart enough to pass Be at all my fuckin' parties grabbin' money off the ground |
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| 4:23 |
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Yeah, just like priceless
Something you can't see, nigga Ya see times is hard as it is That's why I got girls and my girls got kids And all I wanna do is handle my biz And all I'm tryna do is whatever I did Every day I been prayin' to you I hope you hear everything that I'm sayin' to you I get money, money, money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money, money, money Nigga, I don't trust a soul so I ride alone I keep my eyes in my rear-view ridin' home See, I'm ready for whatever, understand me Any situation, whatever the Lord hand me We pull guns, you niggas don't pull a damn thing The only thing you niggas pullin' is a hamstring Roll the dice, man, we kill time gambling W-wintertime, top down, nigga real arrogant Big Money, so we blowin' it apparently C-Cash Money, Young Money, yeah, it's all a family Birdman and Weezy, they payin' all salaries And I'ma ride with 'em till they bury me Ya see times is hard as it is That's why I got girls and my girls got kids And all I wanna do is handle my biz And all I'm tryna do is whatever I did Every day I been prayin' to you I hope you hear everything that I'm sayin' to you I get money, money, money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money, money, money Livin' that life, livin' that life from under dem streetlights But it ain't bright enough to show me where I'm goin' But I still find my way and when I do I keep goin' And uh, a nigga wit strikes Try me and your family don't sleep right Didn't think I was tough enough to make it on my own But I can get through anything if I done made it through the storm And uh, now I'm killin' at night Killin' that night-life on the east side Leather on chrome Television with the phone and the top is so gone Ya see times is hard as it is That's why I got girls and my girls got kids And all I wanna do is handle my biz And all I'm tryna do is whatever I did Every day I been prayin' to you I hope you hear everything that I'm sayin' to you I get money, money, money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money, money, money Yeah, flash the bright lights, nigga, smash on site Born rich, bitch-nigga, live with no wife Keep the pain of the price, prices with the dice Give a fuck about your life rollin' railish stripes High like a kite, G4 every night Overseas money, bitch, we do it so right Don't do it right so we don't it all Money hard, bitch nigga playin' like a ball Ball life, ya head life, ya gettin' getcha game right Ya paid the price, hit ya up and laid you right Twist ya life, nigga, we live in sunshine 5-star condo and stay fly Ya see times is hard as it is That's why I got girls and my girls got kids And all I wanna do is handle my biz And all I'm tryna do is whatever I did Every day I been prayin' to you I hope you hear everything that I'm sayin' to you I get money, money, money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money, money, money |
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| 4:12 |
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| 3:16 |
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[Intro - Birdman]
Yeah Birdman, always, priceless Cash Money, Young Money New money, swagged out Uptown we in the building [Chorus - Kevin Rudolf] I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, I want it all I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, I want it all I want it all [Verse 1 - Birdman] Ride fly, always on chrome Birds fly, count when we get home Big money in the garbage can New money every time we land Big houses, new cars Uptown, 3rd Ward On the wall with platinum plaques In the club throwing hundred stacks She fly, my kind, and I brought her, inside She saw the marble floors, popping bottles, blowing dro She like just how I live Private jets from Beverly Hills Hundred mills on the platinum floor Hundred mill' my son can glow [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Lil Wayne] I want the world You want the pussy I want the pearl I want the life I want tonight My fruits of labor, I want them ripe That's right, private flight Money gets stacked to the highest height Better get your math and science right But I want the drama, guided light I-I-I want the hype, but I don't believe it I want it all, but I know I don't need it Man, I just want what's cool And I, want, you [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Birdman] Diamond face, hundred on one streak Every day, do it like it's no sleep Around the way, tote because we got heat Hundred G's in the chopper, new fleet No money, never get no time Get money, stay on a nigga mind Priceless, strapped on a nigga street Uptown, YMCMB Got to, get it, fuck, crime, get, money, all the, time Got to, know, about me, Birdman, O.G. Harley Davis pull up to the sun shine Tattoos, bloodline on mine Billionaires, that's what it's about nigga Billionaires, we get loud nigga [Chorus] |
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| 4:30 |
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Now this is what they've been waiting for
Ya dig, Santana Weezy F. Ay Wayne What up man What you been workin' on nigga? Oh you know, I got Currency's new album And prolly workin' on my album, ya dig Oh I'm ready to brush my shoulders off and drop my next album too nigga That's what it is But dig this, they wanna know what we been workin' on together That's that "I Can't Feel My Face Shit" they know that So if they ever thought the South and the North was gonna collide Guess what, we already did I'm feelin' like a black Republican Naw, I can't call it More like a black Democrat runnin' 'em out of office Young Barack Obama, I'm all for it The Rock of Gibraltar has now fallen, on ya I protect my land like a farmer Pockets stay chubby like Tikara Or should I say fat like the Parkers Tote big guns like I'm still playin' Contra Y'all washed up like money that's laundered Y'all funny, I'm bonkers Honest, girls strapped to my dick like a harness Rock star, flier than an ostrich And I cover east, west, north, south like a compass I shall shine forever, never tarnish Money buried behind my house like a garden All green, my bank account's like a forest I Can't Feel My Face is gettin' started And Weezy is my accomplice, ya dig A black activist like Sonny Carson Stripes of a sergeant, salute me And chicks, I get 'em high Higher than turbulence is White Phantom, lookin' so Fergielicious I'm from the city of big drugs and murder victims Its get rich, go to jail and be a murder victim Ai! Now all y'all listen If you can't take the heat, get out the kitchen I feel like a black Republican Tote a MAC'n Republican Act so southern n' die for my brethren Money, money, money Like money Mac and publishing One life to live, never ask for a mulligan Streets call but the heat make me feel covenant Been done had cake day late like Anne Sullivan Fly like an eagle but no I'm no Donovan Boy you better go eat some soup with your mom n' them And my mind is on another continent I am real Cash Money, no counterfeit I don't parkin' lot pimp I just politick But I get all in her mouth like parlithins New always represent it to the inner Come from the city where the glitter don't glimmer The sun don't shine and the guns don't sleep Pick a nigga's ass up like he got somewhere to be And we wanna let the world know This is not a diss song either people We don't diss them we dismiss 'em, ya dig Recognize or step aside, ya dig We let the music talk, Draught 3 And by the way, it's Santana, I'm back It's Weezy! You dudes gotta stand in the mirror backwards 'cause you can't face yourself Assholes DipSet for life Cash Money, whaddup Young Money |
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