La The Darkman

Ay, ay, ay
Ooh, woo, ohh, ohh, ohh
Ooh, woo, ohh, ohh, ohh
Ooh, woo, ohh, ohh, ohh
Ooh, woo, ohh, ohh, ohh

I got the love for money
I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish
Gotta get that green paper stacking
(Love for money)

I, I, I, I gotta have it
I, I, I, I got the love for money

I, I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish
Gotta get that green paper stacking
(Love for money)

I, I, I, I gotta have it
I, I, I, I got the love for money

Chillin' with two women, me and mister thanksgiving
I'll be some where fly, Thanksgiving goin' swimming
While you was wearing snorkels, I was out snorkeling
Of course I'm shit on these niggas like porcelain

It's more than love with this money I'm infatuated
Captivated by the diamonds and capsulated
Shooting range in the basement, Olympic size pool
With pool table adjacent, I love me some money

I stash money fast money
Comin' on bumpin' them onions
Bunking and crossing the country
So, so don't cross me you monkey

Sleeping on 50s and 20
Rollin' up onions and hundreds, pulling in porches
And phantoms, fancies be throwing their panties
Drama and cannon demand it
Gucci and Drama they panic
Ugh, they sick they vomit

Put some more commas in front of it
Drama got Gucci he stuntin'
Gucci and Drama we done it
We got so much money, 'bout our money
Some money mo' money, dummy

I got the love for money
I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish
Gotta get that green paper stacking
(Love for money)

I, I, I, I gotta have it
I, I, I, I got the love for money

I, I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish
Gotta get that green paper stacking
(Love for money)

I, I, I, I gotta have it
I, I, I, I got the love for money

Uh, money gotta big house, money got a bad girl
Money make you famous, money rule the whole world
Money set trends, money is in the Benz
Money got associates acting like friends

Money, money he owe money money he blow
Money got sexy ladies dancing on da pole
Money got dem on a stroll, money platinum and gold
Money make 'em shake it like Beyonce Knowles

Only God knows the things I do for money
That's a young fly man
Check out them dimensions, 20s, 50s and 100s
Don't you make me look good when you see us out stuntin'?

Catch a whif, find out that's yo' bitch
Catch her pushin' your wheel, then the go and pushing clips
She got me going crazy I'm coo coo for boucoup bucks
Plus I can't lie, boo, it's only you I love

I got the love for money
I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish
Gotta get that green paper stacking
(Love for money)

I, I, I, I gotta have it
I, I, I, I got the love for money

I, I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish
Gotta get that green paper stacking
(Love for money)

I, I, I, I gotta have it
I, I, I, I got the love for money

I'm 'bout my instrument, I'm 'bout my doe
I'm on my hustle
(Man)
You already know.
I'm getting stacks, I'm hitting lick
I'm packing pounds and bagging bricks

You got them [unverified], I gotta laugh
You talking Oz but selling halves
Where your connect? How much you got?
That's all he holdin'? Man, I buy him out

I got the love for money
I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish
Gotta get that green paper stacking
(Love for money)

I, I, I, I gotta have it
I, I, I, I got the love for money

I, I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish
Gotta get that green paper stacking
(Love for money)

I, I, I, I gotta have it
I, I, I, I got the love for money

Da da grillz, da da da grillz
Da da grillz, da da da grillz
Da da grillz, da da da grillz
Da da grillz, da da da da da

I been waiting, tonight, girl, it's on
I'm a bring the weed and bottles of patron
You ain't been with me yet, you ain't really screamed yet
I'm a get you hot, tillIi make your weave sweat

Sweat, sex, damn, it's so wet, so wet
(Beat it up)
Sweat, sex, that pussy so wet, so wet
(Beat it up)

Sweat, sex, damn, it's so wet, so wet
(Beat it up)
Sweat, sex, that pussy so wet, so wet
(beat it up)

I gotta put it in the streets like yellow lines
It's so wet, lil' Mama need a yellow sign
'Cause you might slip and fall in love with it
On the lo shawty, you can get, get, get it

I'm in the club, got the bitches staring, pointing
You fuck with me tonight, tomorrow you'll need a hair appointment
I'm in a fresh white tee, every wrinkle gone
The yellow lights flashing like I got my blinkers on

I was doing me, smokin' kush, drinkin' 'tron
Shawty came down the stairs, gettin' her slinky on
She said, "I drip like a faucet, bring a sink along
Or your room gonna look like someone left the sprinklers on"

I been waiting, tonight, girl, it's on
I'm a bring the weed and bottles of patron
You ain't been with me yet, you ain't really screamed yet
I'm a get you hot, tillIi make your weave sweat

Sweat, sex, damn, it's so wet, so wet
(Beat it up)
Sweat, sex, that pussy so wet, so wet
(Beat it up)

Sweat, sex, damn, it's so wet, so wet
(Beat it up)
Sweat, sex, that pussy so wet, so wet
(beat it up)

When I leave the club with a broad, you know we fucking
Come home with me, I don't want no number or nothing
Grab hold to her, put that pole to her
Beat the pussy up, tryna tear a new hole through her

Long dick daddy in a DTS caddy
I done pimped from Florida to Cincinnati
Drive a bitch batty, got her brain going wild
She don't love me she love my doggy style, screaming

Daddy, come fuck me, come fuck me
You're like a vacuum girl, the way you suck me
Pull your hair, spank that ass quick roughly
I know the flavor of love and you bucky

Girl, trust me, I make you feel incredible
Pussy is edible
I make it wet no man could do it better boo
Your head good you got a future ahead of you, la

I been waiting, tonight, girl, it's on
I'm a bring the weed and bottles of patron
You ain't been with me yet, you ain't really screamed yet
I'm a get you hot, tillIi make your weave sweat

Sweat, sex, damn, it's so wet, so wet
(Beat it up)
Sweat, sex, that pussy so wet, so wet
(Beat it up)

Sweat, sex, damn, it's so wet, so wet
(Beat it up)
Sweat, sex, that pussy so wet, so wet
(beat it up)

Take your clothes off, it's alright
It's going down girl, all night
See baby, we gettin' popping all in the moonlight
Wanna see if you can get freaky until the sunrise

That pussy hot girl and it's so tight
I been waiting for you to give me the green light
See baby, we gettin' popping all in the moonlight
Wanna see if you can get freaky until the sunrise?

I, I know that you've been holding that bag for me
Yes, she spoils me like I'm a baby
And she holds nothing back from me
So on? nights, I'm her baby

Shes pushing her body like a glock
Making that tick go tock (yep)
She twist at twelve, down to the ground
And she doin it all night long for the boys

She do it nice and low
But just for the boy
Two free songs
But just for the boy

I call her boomerang
When she doing her thang
She throw it, then she bring it right back
It's her and patrone, all night long
But just for the boy

I get tipper love
Spent so much, that the girls just show me love now
She show me tipper love
Spent so much that I only pull out dubs now
She show me tipper love
I ain't saying I'm a freak, but I gotta see her face
Twice a week now
She show me tipper love
She don't mind, even if I come thru at night time
She give me tipper love
She give me tipper love

Soon as I walk in this (motha, Fu*ka)

You already know that I'm the (motha, Fu*ka)
I'm looking at her booty like (motha, Fu*ka)
Them haters lookin at me like, you (motha, Fu*ka)

Shes pushing her little body like a glock
Making that tick go tock (yep)
She twist at twelve, down to the ground
And she doin it all for the boys

She do it nice and low
But just for the boy
She give me two free songs
But just for the boy

I call her boomerang
When she doing her thang
She throw it, then she bring it right back
It's her and patrone, all night long
But just for the boy

I get tipper love
Spent so much, that the girls just show me love now
She show me tipper love
Spent so much that I only pull out dubs now
She show me tipper love
I ain't saying I'm a freak, but I gotta see her face
Twice a week now
She show me tipper love
She don't mind, even if I come thru at night time
She give me tipper love
She give me tipper love

[La the Darkman]
Yeahhh...
L.A.D.
I'm all about that cheese, Swiss or Mozzarella
Muenster, Colby, American or cheddar
When it comes to robbery
Nobody do it better
Notorious L.A.D.
Fresh Coogi sweater
The cleanest
Lyrics is the meanest
Understand my English
Nigga, I'm a genius
Ice like a snow cone
Writin' in my iPhone
Went from sellin' crack
To sellin' ringtones
Straight out the projects
To million dollar homes
Inside the Carter
Cookin' 36 zones
36 O's and I break 'em all down
In and out of every trap
All through the A-town
The Embassy A.M.G.
Young Money merger
I'm a young champ like Ben Roethlisberger
S.S. Chevy with the big block engine
Rims and paint cost me a whole pension

[Jae Millz]
I don't need nothing but my niggas
And enough weed to go around
A tinted sedan some grams and a loaded pound
Fuck what another nigga think of me
I'm thinkin' multi-millions
He thinkin' G's
Nigga please
Get your mind right
Fuck tryna be fresh
Get your grind right
Cuz I'm like
So in another league
I throw my pitches
At different degrees
And I
Sparil my pigskins
At different speeds
And I hit threes
Cuz at different times
I release
My shot cold
Nigga, I'm hot
Don't be tight cuz you not
Just be happy I'm lettin' you breath
I'm the good, I'm the bad
I'm the Devil, I'm Jesus
It's Young Money bitch!
The game needs us
Gudda Gudda, what it is nigga?
Kid-Kid Chi, get it how you live nigga
My nigga Mack Maine just left the dealership
And Weezy just ripped the drop Phantom so they feelin' sick
Diamond rings, diamond chains
Royal suites, private planes
Palm trees, big change
I can't complain
I made a promise to myself
That I'll never be a have-not
Nigga fuck bein' broke
Shit
Before that day come
I'll A.K. stamp ya
When there's beef
I'm in the center like Tyson Chandler
Fuck what you heard
In the booth I goes off
Like the lights if you ain't payin'
It's the third
And you already two months late witcha bill
Clown nigga you's a lame
Bitch nigga

I'm Millz!
Young Moula

[Gudda Gudda]
If you didn't, now you know
It's the million dollar nigga
Wit' the million dollar flow
Icicle chain
Got a million dollar glow
Quarter mill' for the gang
If you tryna book a show
Templates on the Bentley
Ridin' through the 'jects
Got a pocket fulla money
Nigga, hand on my tec
I'm demandin' respect
I'm a man to respect
Disrespect your man
Put my hand 'round his neck
It's no other than
Gudda Gudda man
Still 'bout my money
Nigga, fuck another man
I'm on the paper chase
All about the hustle man
I be climbin' through your window
Like I'm fuckin' Broadman
Look I'm
Shady Aftermath
Put your head in a scope
A bank roll with the bucks
It's what these young niggas killin' for
The game dirty
On the streets tryna deal yayo
Fifty clips at his hat
Leave a peeled potato

[Lil' Wayne]
I call my Nina Bay like San Diego
Get me twisted
I'm a turn into a tornado
And all my riders ridin' like a Winnebago
You stay
But I'ma let that A.K. go
Rawer than Qualo
Shoot you like Halo
Give yo' ass a halo
These bitches walk around actin' like they J.Lo
Man, I remember when these bitches was just hey hoe
Hey hoe, how you doing?
Me?
I'm doing every fuckin' thang
Smokin' them dykes
I'm on that Mary fuckin' Jane
This shit so Tom and Jerry to Lil' Wayne
And you MC's are just milk and cherries to Lil' Wayne
Haha
And bitch I'm greedy
But if I keep eatin' you rappers
I'll get sugar diabities
Sweetie
I'm a different species
I'll crush your two fingers into a million pieces
What the fuck do I be thinkin'?
Kill, kill, murder
And Benjamin Franklin
Your girlfriend is into them gangstas
And me bein' a gangsta
I get into your girlfriend
I stay still when the world spins
And ain't nobody flyer than the Birdman
You heard me?
You heard him?
Him bein' me
And we are better than
All y'all bitches, niggas, hoes
Enemies, foes
Threes, twos, ones
But these dudes won

This here goes out to my m.a.n gili gili hit wit that dumb shit weezy i got cha go to jail do life not five to ten me and sergio getting down thays my man fam my niggas dont give jean- claude vandamme about you we don't play around bring that k around,spray tha town,take tha ground,take tha ground that you walk on tap the phones that you talk on jam you up and take your arms off hit you twice with that sawed off and your nigga watch your head fall off hit em weezy
Shout Out to everybody man
But uh let uh let me just prepare them let me just let em know uhh just so u know that the future imma be on this rock shit
U understand me
This real rock shit
Its gettin real crazy
But uh imma keep rappin for y'all and shit to
Cuz i know ya'll like that shit
I know y'all like that shit
I know y'all like that shit
And uh just in case if y'all want to know
What i was actually saying at the end of that performance on BET hip hop awards cuz i know they probably cut a lot of that out
I had said uh
Give me a beat Gudda, come on oh yea come on we about to take it back to New Orleans, lets go
Oh oh oh
Bitch didn't ya momma tell ya not to fuck wit them aliens
Im just tryin to mate like a fucking Australian
Dreams of fucking Mrs. Sarah Palin
And don't McCain look like his heart about to fail em
But scratch that shit, young money we the greatest
Add another check to my checkin and savins
And afour fs to the weezy f baby
Nah im weezy fuckin fuckin fuckin fuckin fuckin baby
Dedication 3 we out this hoe
Actually we in yo hoe
Wayne Talkin.....

I Feel Me (The Drought is over Part 6 coming 11/19/08)

(DJ Drama) Hahaha u thought it was over, let me give u some D4,
Bitch I Feel Me!
Yea!!!!!
AHHHHHH!!!!!
I got the game mad, and i ain't talking about homie in LA neither
I say I got so much money man I don't know what to do wit it
I was thinkin bout gettin some and lettin u spend it
Hey i do it way bigger than u did it
I'm sitting on them jordans, it must be the shoes in me
I get real ignorant
Cruel really cruel
When it rains just tell em to get in the pool silly
Who really pourin with us?
Home boy you trippin u gunna fall and bust your ass
I can rap fast but i like slow better....why?
Cuz bitch imma flow better fl-y fl-y fly
With no feathers
And if you want know bad u gunna know better yea
I'm talkin young money army weezy aka i got enough money on me
Yea and y'all niggers phony
I got some bullets wit yall pictures on them
Haha y'all really don't want me
And i blast off on beat
She make u leave and u just do you and she just do me
I told ya