Lil' Wayne

DJ Khaled
Dis for da hood, Dis for da ghetto
Dis for all dem niggas gettin dat money
Dat cash money, Dat 100 million dollar money
We got money
We da best

Rick Ross
Ridin big, gettin mine
Two microwaves flip a brick at a time
Bandana on da handle ready for da whip
When I wear da whitest soft watch it disappear
I disappear in da middle of da night
When I reappear bet da boss look so bright
Fo life, dough boy, More strikes, O boy
We ridin low, Gettin high
80 round drum let ya know da time
When you see da Maybachs nigga know its mine
Ridin on da 2 4's runnin ahead of my time
Watch runnin from kind, Anotha one on my mind
Phone bill 4 grand get ya ho in da line
In da hood ho niggas act funny
Only real niggas really get to touch cash money

Cool, Dr. Dre
I spend about 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars
And I came from da ghetto (ghetto), and I came from da ghetto (ghetto)
If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up
If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up
If ya ghetto

Birdman
Everyday a new whip hommie, So you know I gets my shine on
Flip after we flip hommie, So you know I gets my grind on
Birdman daddy, Pullin up in dat brand new Cadi
Got money, livin lavish, Got bitches, shippin baggage
Move dem thangs, Get dem thangs, Switch dat lane
Get dat chains, Flip dem thangs, Get yo money hommie do yo thang
See I got em like 10 times, spend money got em like 10 times
Flip dat got em like 10 times, Got money lik 10 more times nigga

Cool, Dr. Dre
I spend about 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars
And I came from da ghetto (ghetto), and I came from da ghetto (ghetto)
If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up
If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up
If ya ghetto

Young Jeezy
I'm from da ghetto, da bottoms, da hood, da slums
There's money out here, we just tryin to get some
Cool like Dre nigga, A like K
When ya talk about me you better watch what ya say
Don't ever keep dem thangs where ya lay
Cuz dem pussy ass niggas show da folks where ya stay
Ya thought he was ya dawg, said he was a G
Sounds like anotha code feeling to me
Niggas move sloppy and I really don't like it
F**k around and get everybody inedited
Saw dis shit commin, you woulda thought I was a psychic
F**k around go dead broke tryin to fight it

Lil Wayne
I, I, I all nighted, I every dayed it
And when it comes to my dues, I over payed it
Rated hood bitch, Bitch I'm hood bitch
I aint a asshole, but I'm on some hood shit
I wish I would switch, I don't know how
Blood gang sworm like a red ant pile
Mean mug, like I can't smile
Like my grill big, Coast me a 100 thou

Cool, Dr. Dre
I spend about 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars
And I came from da ghetto (ghetto), and I came from da ghetto (ghetto)
If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up
If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up
If ya ghetto

DJ Khaled
Cash Money Millionaires, Cash Money Billionaires, Cash Money Trillionaires
We rich, We aint neva gone stop, Neva
We got money nigga

Yes sir!
They can't stop me
Even if they stopped me
Yea

I'm on it ooh I'm on it
I'm so on it and how ever you want it
You can get it tonight hoe
And all night hoe I get the beat from
(Mistro)
A fuckin' right hoe
I might go
Crazy on these niggas
Don't give a motherfuck
Run up in a nigga house and shoot his grandmother up
What! what?
I don't give a motherfuck get'cha baby kidnapped
And ya baby mother fucked
It's the Carter three bitch better put ya supper up
Hollygrove I throw it up like I'm tryin' to lose my gut
Fuck is up beat him up like a million uppercuts
Got a million duffeled up for the fuck of it
Shit get on my level you cant get on my level
You would need a space shuttle or a ladder that's forever
However I'm better if not now than never
Don't you ever fix ya lips unless you bout to suck my dick
Bitch, swallow my words taste my thoughts
And if its too nasty spit it back at me
Two more inches I'd a been in that casket
According to the doctor I could of died in traffic
Bounce right back on them bitches like Magic
Abracadabra I'm up like Viagra
I just do this shit for my click like Adam Sandler
I control hip hop and I'm a keep it on my channel
Watch me!
Bitch watch me!
Bitch watch me!
But they cannot see me like Hitler
Its the New Orleans Nightmare
Money so old its growin' white hair
Young Money baby
Yeah we right here
I'm a make sure we ball till we fall like tears
And mama don't cry
Ya son can handle his
I got her out the hood and put her in the hills
Yeah when I was fourteen I told my mom we would see better days
And sure enough I got Miss Cita in a better place
When I was fourteen I told my mom we would see better days
And sure enough we did exactly what I say
I tell my girl when you fuck me better fuck me good
Cause if another girl could she goin' fuck me good
No sittin' at the table if you bringin' nothin' to it
And I get straight to it like its nothin' to it
Yea I got game like Stuart, Scott
Fresh out the E-S-P-N shop
And when Sportcenter poppin'
Every thing stoppin' but you cant fool me I know what you watchin'
Me!
You watch me
You watch me
Cause I be
Weezy must see T.V. C three
Nigga that's me
And I'm me I'm me
Times three so retreat or suffer defeat
I'm back three peat!
C three

Ok, Gucci backpack, fresh black Adidas
I'm rolling on a pill, rolling up some reefers
Declining all the Keishas, replying to the Kims
Still knocking boots like hammers on timbs
I'm a motherfucker baby, Weezy F. Baby
Yeah I get it wet and I keep it wet baby
I can make a dyke say she leaving that lady
I can make a lady say she leaving that pussy ass nigga
That gave her that baby, now she with
Weezy F., Weezy F., Weezy F., Weezy F. Baby
Hahaha, Weezy F. Baby, hahaha, yeah,
Whatcha gon', whatcha gon', whatcha gon' do?
When Nina Ross come and put that pussy on you
You probably still a virgin, I'mma bust your cherry
And I'mma come through in something so cherry
And I'm sittin' on Pirellis, pumpin Machiavelli
Showed you girlfriend my house she think I live in a telly
Just bought a jet I'm 'bout to take that bitch to L.A.
Bitch I never met I'm 'bout to meet that bitch in L.A.
Ooh, I'm feeling myself, I'm so fly shawty think I really fly stealths
I'm so paid shawty I could really buy stealths
And I'm feeling my belt, I'm feeling my sneaks
'Cause I don't see them on anybody
Got the Semi by me for anybody
Yeah I'm from uptown, yeah I'm from uptown, yeah I'm from uptown
Eastside, I'm lighting up two blunts at one time
And I thank God I can say fuck one time
I'm sippin' out of two cups at one time
And I thank God I can say fuck one time
Fuck one time, fuck one time, fuck one time, thank God
Loui V. bag, all black hammer

Loui V. shoes with the Loui bandana
The Loui phone case with the sidekick case
Might put L.V. on the side of my bitch face
Man I'm a dog, I go so hard
Man I'm a dog, 'bout to come in your yard
'Bout to, 'bout to cum in your lady
Weezy F., Weezy F., Weezy F. Baby, hahaha
Weezy F., Weezy F., Weezy F. Baby, hahaha
And Young Mula Baby, can't forget that
How would you do that?
I beat that track 'til that bitch be black
It's Weezy F. the monster, even F your mama
Even ex your mama, leave you next to mama
You are so pussy gonorrhea's your aroma
Blind gynecologist could see that your vagina
Me, me, me turn beef to bologna
And you go around me like a Honda
Better yet she ride me like Travis Pastrana
Fuck the X Games, it's ecstasy games
Show me a mirror 'cause I'm so glad to meet Wayne
And I'm feeling myself, So fly shawty think I really fly stealths
But I'm so paid shawty I could really buy stealths
But I'm feeling my belt, I'm feeling my sneaks 'cause
I ain't never seen them on anybody
Got the Semi by me for anybody
Yeah I'm from uptown, yeah I'm from uptown
Eastside!

Alt spelling - 4 Corners

[Jermaine Dupri:]
Question, What Ya'll Know About Swangers On A Slab?
30's On A Hummer With The Butterfly Doors, Lucky Charm Teeth Lack On Dem D's, Chevy's Sittin' High
Iced Out Everything, Stacks On Deck No Bank.
What Y'all Know About 5 Of The Hottest Young Niggas In The Game?
Bow Wow, $hort Dawg, Scrappy, Tha Boy Lil' Wayne, The Homey Pimp C
We Got A Little Story To Tell Ya'll About Where We Come From.

[Verse 1: Bow Wow]
I Come From Where A Chevy Wit A Trunk Full Of Bump Is All That's Wanted
In A Year It Don't Matter Long As You Throw Some Throw Some D's On It Mouth Cost More Than Your House
House On 10 Acres
In The Inside So Fly Niggas Call Me Jim Baker From Ohio To Texas
We So Infectious ATL To STL Is Gon' To Be Hard To Catch Us
I'm Talkin' 'About Niggas Poppin' Pills, Pills, Sippin' On Bar, Bar, Drinkin' Crunk Livin' Like It's No Tomorrow
See Out Of Towners Can't Understand 'Cause I Cut All My Words Shawt Poppin' Tags Is Mandatory
Saturday At The Mall Hoods Ain't Hoods They Cardboards & Zones Guns Car Choppers
& When It's On It's On See The Kids Can't Live Without It & It Ain't Nothin' You Can Do About It
Learn How To Bounce & Get Out It Hear Me Out See The Kids Can't Live Without & It
Ain't Nothin' You Can Do 'About It Learn How To Bounce & Get Out It & Now Answer Me This.

[Chorus: Pimp C]
Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise?
Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise?
Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise?
Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise?

$hort Dog Holla At 'Em!

[Verse 2: Too $hort]
The Boy Country Like Overalls You Know That Dawg Catch Me In A Slab The Same Color As Bowlin' Balls
Crusin' Up The Avenue I'm Probably Gon' Give You Hoe On Cop
'Cause I Ball Hard & I'm Stuntin' Just Like It's No Tomorrow
So Yesterday I Swear I Spent About 50 G's On A Wrist Watch That Shine Brighter Then The Christmas Tree
If You Was Gettin' Cheese You Would Probably Spend Too So Don't Hate 'Em 'Cause I Blow Paper Like The Wind Do
& Hop Out Clean So Watch Your Queen I'm My Biggest Baller In Houston Homey Not Yao Ming
I Mean I'm Gettin' Money Man So My Pockets Hell A Chubby & I Be Sippin' Drank That's Purple Like The Teletubbies
So When It Comes To The Women Dawg I Can Tell They Love Me They Put They Panties In A Envelope & Mail 'Em To Me, Damn.
Now How's That For Some Fan Mail?
But Me & Bow Gotta Question Know The Answer Raise Your Hand Yell.

[Chorus: Pimp C]
Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise?
Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise?
Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise?
Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise?

Scrap Get At 'Em!

[Verse 3: Lil' Scrappy]
Yeah They Call Me Fisher Price 'Cause All I Do Is Play Nice & I Hang Around The Gang Of Gorillas That Love To Fight
I'm The Ice Man
I'm Far Away From The Sun
But I'm Still Hot Like A Bullet Pushin' About A Gun
My Charger Look Like A Muscle Liftin' A Ton You Can Pickin' On Me
Then You Picked The Right One That's Right You Pass Another Drink & I'm Sippin' Another One
You Trust Me Up I'm Blunin' I'm Blowin' Myself A Bun
Got A Froot Loop Coup Lookin' Like Orange Juice When Them Hoes See The Truth
They Don't Be Knowin' What To Do
Yeah I'm Scrap, Scrap, The Youngest Young Nigga In The Nation
Young Nigga Quit Hatin' On The Money That I'm Makin' I'm Just Country Nigga.

[Chorus: Pimp C]
Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise?
Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise?
Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise?
Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise?

Weezy! Holla!

[Verse 4: Lil' Wayne]
Look They Call Me Wayne That Is Our Cheporone
So Far Ahead Of The Race I Don't Know Which Lap I'm On, Damn
Little Homo Young Louisiana Hit You With The 3 5 7 Like MC Hammer & Money Talks So That's My Grammar
If You Ain't About Money You Can Step Like A Gambler.
Am I The Illest Doin' This?
Hell Yeah I Am Fresher Then The Prince Of Bel Air (Me Too) & O.G. Kush Is What You Smell
Here Smokin' The Biggest Blunt's Don't Worry I Brought A Spare They Say I'm At The Top But I'm Almost There
& When I Get I Will Sit Don't Worry I Brought A Chair
I'll Put Ice All Over The Altermare But Yay Watch
Face No Time Is Hard To Tell
& I Will Do Whatever Tha Carter Shell
So Hot Goin' Out Wit Me Is Like Goin' To Hell.

[Chorus: Pimp C]
Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise?
Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise?
Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise?
Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise?

[Fades out]

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

You see me? I eat, sleep, shit, and talk snaps; so fuck rap
Man I got weed, pills, pistols, all crack
Bitch niggas where ya hearts at?
Ya'll ain't stuntin' like us
Bitch niggas where ya cars at?
They like, "Wayne why the fuck you dressed in all black?"
I'm about to bring CMR back
And all the lames, we done lost that
And all we got is Weezy, Weezy, and Lil' Weezy to fall back
I'm about to lock it from the summer to the fall and back
"Its Weezy baby!" The ballers back
And the wheels on my car you got all of that
Stop playing, I've been balling jack
You don't want my glock spraying I hit all them cats
You don't want my stomach ache - I shit on them cats
I get all them gats Fresh and B it's all a rap!
If I'm the only Hot Boy what do you call that?

You don't want to fuck with Weezy
You don't want to fuck with Weezy

Bitch what? I'll bust ya ass up
Don't even go there round
Niggas get your cash up
We probably need to clash up
And shit got me 'bout ass up
They finding niggas in they shit with they ass up
It ain't October 31st but we gone mask up and guess what
And I heard they got a nice chain
And for the right price I'll bust the right brain
And mommy hot cause pull up in that white thang
Yo nigga might be fly but I still get trifling
Riding through the city just me and my friend
Friday night special, professional tight aim
A gangsta is who you hearing
Me in my building with 20 bricks in the ceiling
I'm more real than, I got more scrill than
Got mo

Six foot seven foot
eight foot bunch
Six foot seven foot
eight foot bunch
Excuse my charisma
vodka with a spritzer
swagger down pat call my
shit Patricia
Young Money militia
and I am the commissioner
you dont want start Weezy
cause the F is for Finisher
so misunderstood
but whats a World without enigma
two bitches at the same time
synchronized swimmers
got the girl twisted cause
she open when you twist her
never met the bitch but
I fuck her like I missed her
life is the bitch and
death is her sister
sleep is the cousin
what a fuckin family picture
you know father time
we all know mother nature
its all in the family
but I am of no relation
no matter whos buying
Im a celebration
black and white diamonds
fuck segregation
fuck that shit my money up
you niggas just Honey Nut
Young Money running shit
and you niggas just runner ups
I dont feel I done enough
so Im a keep on doing this shit
Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish
Six foot seven foot
eight foot bunch
Six foot seven foot
eight foot bunch
Im going back in
okay I lost my mind
its somewhere out there stranded
I think you stand under me
if you dont understand me
had my heart broken by
this woman named Tammy
but hoes gon be hoes
so I couldnt blame Tammy
just talked to moms
told her she the sweetest
I beat the beat up
call it self defense
swear man I be seeing through
these niggas like sequins
niggas think they He Men
pow pow the end
talking to myself
because I am my own consultant
married to the money
fuck the world thats adultery
you full of shit
you close your mouth
and let yo ass talk
young Money eating
all you haters do is add salt
stop playing bitch
I got this game on deadbolt
mind so sharp I fuck around
and cut my head off
real nigga all day and tomorrow
but these muthafuckas talking
crazy like they jaw broke
glass half empty half
full Ill spill ya
try me and run into a wall
outfielder
You know Ima ball til
they turn off the field lights
the fruits of my labor
I enjoy em while they still ripe
bitch stop playing
I do it like a king do
if these niggas animals
then Ima have a mink soon
tell em bitches
I say put my name on the wall
I speak the truth
but I guess thats a foreign
language to yall
and I call it like I see it
and my glasses on
but most of yall dont
get the picture
less the flash is on
satisfied with nothing
you dont know the half of it
Young Money Cash Money
paper chasing tell that paper
Look Im right behind ya
bitch real Gs move in
silence like lasagna
people say Im borderline crazy
sorta kinda
woman of my dreams
I dont sleep so I cant find her
you niggas are gelatin
peanuts to an elephant
I got through that sentence
like a subject and a predicate
yeah with a swag you
would kill for
money too strong
pockets on bodybuilder
jumped in a wishing well
now wish me well
tell em kiss my ass
call it kiss and tell
Word to my mama
Im out of my lima bean
dont wanna see what that
drama mean
get some Dramamine
llama scream
hotter than summer sun
on a Ghana queen
now all I want is hits bitch
Wayne signed a fiend
I played the side for you
niggas thats tryna front
and see
son of Gunz Son of Sam
you niggas the son of me
pause for this dumber speech
I glow like Buddha
disturb me and youll be
all over the flow like Luda
bitch I flow like scuba bitch
Im bald like Cuba
and I keep a killer ho
she gon blow right through ya
I be macking bout my stacking
now I pack like a mover
shout to ratchet for
backing out on
behalf of my shooter
niggas think they high as I
I come laugh at your ruler
Cash Money cold bitch
but our actions is cooler
Wayne these niggas out they mind
I done told these fuck niggas
so many times
that I keep these bucks steady
on my mind
tuck these I fuck these
on your mind pause
to feed them on my grind
did I get a little love
keep throwing my sign
in the middle
hit em up piece on my side
cause aint no peace
on my side bitch
Im a man I visit urinals abroad
Tune told me to
Im shooting when the
funeral outside
Im uptown thoroughbred
a BX nigga ya heard
Gunna

Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch

Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia
Young Money militia, and I am the commissioner
you don’t want start Weezy, ’cause the F is for Finisher
so misunderstood, but what’s a World without enigma?
two bitches at the same time, synchronized swimmers
got the girl twisted ’cause she open when you twist her
never met the bitch, but I f-ck her like I missed her
life is the bitch, and death is her sister
sleep is the cousin, what a f-ckin’ family picture
you know father time, we all know mother nature
it’s all in the family, but I am of no relation
no matter who’s buying, I’m a celebration
black and white diamonds, f-ck segregation
f-ck that shit, my money up, you n-ggas just Honey Nut
Young Money running shit and you n-ggas just runner-ups
I don’t feel I done enough, so I’ma keep on doing this shit
Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish

Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch

I’m going back in
okay, I lost my mind, it’s somewhere out there stranded
I think you stand under me if you don’t understand me
had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy
but hoes gon’ be hoes, so I couldn’t blame Tammy
just talked to moms, told her she the sweetest
I beat the beat up, call it self defense
swear man, I be seeing through these n-ggas like sequins
n-ggas think they He-Men, pow, pow, the end
talking to myself because I am my own consultant
married to the money, f-ck the world, that’s adultery
you full of sh-t, you close your mouth and let yo ass talk
young Money eating, all you haters do is add salt
stop playing, bitch, I got this game on deadbolt
mind so sharp, I f-ck around and cut my head off
real n-gga all day and tomorrow
but these muthaf-ckas talking crazy like they jaw broke
glass half empty, half full, I’ll spill ya
try me and run into a wall, outfielder
You know I’ma ball ’til they turn off the field lights
the fruits of my labor, I enjoy ‘em while they still ripe
bitch, stop playing, I do it like a king do
if these n-ggas animals, then I’ma have a mink soon
tell ‘em bitches I say put my name on the wall
I speak the truth, but I guess that’s a foreign language to y’all
and I call it like I see it, and my glasses on
but most of y’all don’t get the picture ‘less the flash is on
satisfied with nothing, you don’t know the half of it
Young Money, Cash Money
paper chasing, tell that paper, “Look, I’m right behind ya”
bitch, real G’s move in silence like lasagna
people say I’m borderline crazy, sorta kinda
woman of my dreams, I don’t sleep so I can’t find her
you n-ggas are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant
I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate
yeah, with a swag you would kill for
money too strong, pockets on bodybuilder
jumped in a wishing well, now wish me well
tell ‘em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell

Word to my mama, I’m out of my lima bean
don’t wanna see what that drama mean, get some Dramamine
llama scream, hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queen
now all I want is hits, bitch, Wayne signed a fiend
I played the side for you n-ggas that’s tryna front, and see
son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you n-ggas the son of me
pause for this dumber speech, I glow like Buddha
disturb me, and you’ll be all over the flow like Luda
bitch, I flow like scuba, bitch, I’m bald like Cuba
and I keep a killer ho, she gon’ blow right through ya
I be macking, ’bout my stacking, now I pack like a mover
shout to ratchet for backing out on behalf of my shooter
n-ggas think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler
Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler
Wayne, these n-ggas out they mind
I done told these f-ck n-ggas, so many times
that I keep these bucks steady on my mind
tuck these, I f-ck these on your mind, pause
to feed them, on my grind, did I get a little love?
keep throwing my sign in the middle
hit ‘em up, piece on my side,
’cause ain’t no peace on my side, bitch
I’m a man, I visit urinals abroad
Tune told me to, I’m shooting when the funeral outside
I’m uptown, thoroughbred, a BX n-gga, ya heard?
Gunna

Yo, this is the dedication to the bitches
And to the women ya dig
A bitch is a female dog
And they say a dog is a man's best friend

Alright now so, I just wanna say to all the ladies
I, I, what you gotta say? Yeah, I just wanna say to all the ladies
That we love y'all and all the single mothers out there
Keep ya head up when you do what you do, you do it well

And shout out to my mother
She's a wonderful mother
And everybody else's mothers
And everybody in this room, mothers
Shout out to all our mothers, ya dig

We love all y'all, happy mother's day
Even when it ain't without y'all we wouldn't be here
Yes

That was a beautiful dedication right there to the women
Shout out to my daughter, your daughter too

Young Money
Ya Dig

A millionaire, I'm a young money millionaire
Tougher than Nigerian hair
My criteria compared to your career this isn't fair
I'm a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed
Through the pencil and leak on the sheet of the tablet
In my mind 'cause I don't write shit, 'cause I ain't got time
'cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the all mighty dollar
And the all mighty power of that ch, ch, ch, ch chopper
Sister, brother, son, daughter, father mothafuck a coppa
Got the Maserati dancin' on the bridge pussy poppin'
Tell the coppers hahahaha you can't catch 'em, you can't stop 'em
I go by them goon rules if you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em
You can't man 'em then you mop 'em,
You can't stand 'em then you drop 'em,
You pop 'em 'cause we pop 'em like Orville Redenbacher!!
Motherfucker I'm ill

A million here, a million there
Sicilian bitch with long hair
With coke in the derriere
Like smoking the thinest air
I open the Lamborghini hopin' them crackers see me
Like look at that bastard weezy
He's a beast, he's a dog, he's a motherfucking problem
OK, you're a goon but what's a goon to a goblin?
Nothing, nothing -- you ain't scarin' nothing
On some faggot bullshit call him Denise Rodman
Call me what you want bitch, call me on my sidekick
Never answer when it's private, damn I hate a shy bitch
Don't you hate a shy bitch?
Yeah I ate a shy bitch
She ain't shy no more, she changed her name to me bitch
hahahaha, yeah, nigga that's my bitch
So when she ask for the money, when you through don't be surprised bitch
It ain't trickin' if you got it
But you like a bitch with no ass, you ain't go shit
Motherfucker I'm ill, not sick
And I'm OK but my watch sick, yeah my drop sick, yeah my glock sick and my knot thick
IM It!
Motherfucker I'm Ill!

Yeah
See..
They say I'm rapping like Big, Jay and Tupac, Andre 3000 where is Erykah Baduh at? Who that?
Who that say they're gonna beat Lil' Wayne
My name ain't BIC, but I keep that flame man
Who that one that do that boy?
You all knew that
True that swallow
And I be the shit now you got loose bowels
I don't owe you like two vowels
But I would like for you to pay me by the hour
Ha ha, and I'd rather be pushing flowers
Than to be in the penn sharing showers
Ha, Tony told us this world was ours
and the Bible told us every girl was sour
don't play in the garden and don't smell her flower
call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower
boy I got so many bitches like I'm Michael Lowry
even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me
Motherfucker I say life ain't shit without me
Chrome lips poking out the coup look like it's pouting
I do what I do and you do what you can do about it Bitch
I could turn a crack rock into a mountain, dare me
Don't you compare me 'cause there ain't nobody near me
They don't see me, but they hear me
They don't feel me, but they fear me.
I'm illie
C3
3P
Hahahaha

Bangladesh

Young Money
Ya dig
Yeah, Mac, I'm going in

A millionaire, I'm a Young Money millionaire
Tougher than Nigerian hair
My criteria compared to your career, this isn't fair
I'm a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed
Through the pencil and leak
On the sheet of the tablet in my mind
'Cause I don't write shit, 'cause I ain't got time
'Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dollar
And the almighty power of that ch-ch-ch-ch-chopper
Sister, brother, son, daughter, father, motherfucka, coppa
Got the Maserati dancin' on the bridge, pussy poppin'
Tell the coppa's, ha-ha-ha-ha
You can't catch 'em, you can't stop 'em
I go by them goon rules
If you can't beat 'em, then you prop 'em
You can't man 'em, then you mop 'em
You can't stand 'em, then you drop 'em
You pop em, 'cause we pop 'em like Orville Redenbacher

Motherfucka, I'm ill...yeah

A million here, a million there
Sicilian bitch with long hair and coke in her derriere
Like smokin' the thinnest air, I open the Lamborghini
Hopin' them crackers see me like, "Look at that bastard Weezy"
He's a beast, he's a dog, he's a motherfuckin' problem
Okay, you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin?
Nothin', nothin', you ain't scarin' nothin'
On some faggot bullshit, call 'em Dennis Rodman
Call me what you want, bitch
Call me on my Sidekick
Never answer when it's private
Damn, I hate a shy bitch
Don't you hate a shy bitch?
Yeah, I ate a shy bitch
And she ain't shy no more, she changed her name to my bitch
Ha-ha, yeah, nigga, that's my bitch
So when she ask for the money when you through
Don't be surprised, bitch
It ain't trickin' if you got it
But you like a bitch with no ass, you ain't got shit
Motherfucka, I'm ill, not sick
And I'm okay, but my watch sick
Yeah, my drop sick, yeah, my Glock sick
And my knot dick
I'm ill

Motherfucka, I'm ill...yeah, see

They say I'm rappin' like Big, Jay, and Tupac
Andre 3000, where is Erykah Badu at?
Who that? Who that say they gonna beat Lil Wayne?
My name ain't Bic, but I keep that flame, man
Who that wanna do that, boy?
Ya knew that true the swallow
And I be the shit, now you got loose bowels
I don't owe you like two vowels
But I would like you to pay me by the hour, ha-ha
And I'd rather be pushin' flowers
Than to be in the pen sharin' showers
Tony told us this world was ours
And the Bible told every girl was sour
Don't play in her garden and don't smell her flower
Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower
Boy, I got so many bitches like Mike Lowry
Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me
Motherfucka, I say life ain't shit without me
Chrome lips pokin' out the coupe, look like it's poutin'
I do what I do, and you do what you can do about it
Bitch, I can turn a crack rock into a mountain, dare me
Don't you compare me, 'cause there ain't nobody near me
They don't see but they hear me, they don't feel me but they fear me
I'm illy

C3, 3P

Young Money
Ya Dig

A millionaire, I'm a young money millionaire
Tougher than Nigerian hair
My criteria compared to your career this isn't fair
I'm a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed
Through the pencil and leak on the sheet of the tablet
In my mind 'cause I don't write shit, 'cause I ain't got time
'cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the all mighty dollar
And the all mighty power of that ch, ch, ch, ch chopper
Sister, brother, son, daughter, father mothafuck a coppa
Got the Maserati dancin' on the bridge pussy poppin'
Tell the coppers hahahaha you can't catch 'em, you can't stop 'em
I go by them goon rules if you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em
You can't man 'em then you mop 'em,
You can't stand 'em then you drop 'em,
You pop 'em 'cause we pop 'em like Orville Redenbacher!!
Motherfucker I'm ill

A million here, a million there
Sicilian bitch with long hair
With coke in the derriere
Like smoking the thinest air
I open the Lamborghini hopin' them crackers see me
Like look at that bastard weezy
He's a beast, he's a dog, he's a motherfucking problem
OK, you're a goon but what's a goon to a goblin?
Nothing, nothing -- you ain't scarin' nothing
On some faggot bullshit call him Denise Rodman
Call me what you want bitch, call me on my sidekick
Never answer when it's private, damn I hate a shy bitch
Don't you hate a shy bitch?
Yeah I ate a shy bitch
She ain't shy no more, she changed her name to me bitch
hahahaha, yeah, nigga that's my bitch
So when she ask for the money, when you through don't be surprised bitch
It ain't trickin' if you got it
But you like a bitch with no ass, you ain't go shit
Motherfucker I'm ill, not sick
And I'm OK but my watch sick, yeah my drop sick, yeah my glock sick and my knot thick
IM It!
Motherfucker I'm Ill!

Yeah
See..
They say I'm rapping like Big, Jay and Tupac, Andre 3000 where is Erykah Baduh at? Who that?
Who that say they're gonna beat Lil' Wayne
My name ain't BIC, but I keep that flame man
Who that one that do that boy?
You all knew that
True that swallow
And I be the shit now you got loose bowels
I don't owe you like two vowels
But I would like for you to pay me by the hour
Ha ha, and I'd rather be pushing flowers
Than to be in the penn sharing showers
Ha, Tony told us this world was ours
and the Bible told us every girl was sour
don't play in the garden and don't smell her flower
call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower
boy I got so many bitches like I'm Michael Lowry
even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me
Motherfucker I say life ain't shit without me
Chrome lips poking out the coup look like it's pouting
I do what I do and you do what you can do about it Bitch
I could turn a crack rock into a mountain, dare me
Don't you compare me 'cause there ain't nobody near me
They don't see me, but they hear me
They don't feel me, but they fear me.
I'm illie
C3
3P
Hahahaha

[Lil' Wayne]
What
This.. this here's real, nigga
It's real, nigga
Too real
Pay attention even though I'm young, nigga
Look, look
This one here's on tha up, dog
For all my people with bad luck, dog
Strugglin', tryin' ta make a buck, dog
For all tha peeps who ain't with us, dog
For all my niggas in Angola, stay tough, dog
See, this from shorty on tha real
I'm tired of seein' my niggas gettin' killed
They hustlin' for a mil, nigga, hustle for your bills
If ya think ya need help, holla at me, wodie, I'm trill
If I got it ta spend, then I got it ta kill
But listen, man.. I know ya see tha ice glistenin', man
I know it make you wanna go get it bad
But ya gotta think 'fore ya move, partna
'Cause it'll make your ship sink and you will lose, partna
I know you hate ta take it from a young nigga like me
But I betcha can't name one nigga like me
That's why I'm tryin' ta preach, my nigga
And teach, my nigga
If ya don't work ya don't eat, my nigga

(Chorus 2x [Juvenile])
They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit it

[Juvenile]
Look at ya, you're fuckin' up and I can tell it too
What is ya smokin'? Everything a nigga sellin' you?!
I know you could do better than that, and deserve more
Ya use to be tight with your game back in '84
All tha hoes use ta jock ya
Niggas use ta knock ya
Stay a big shot, motherfucker couldn't stop ya
Then ya went ta runnin' 'round tha project with them junkies
Holes in your shoes, and your body all funky
Lips all ashy, eyes popped out
Spendin' your children check, takin' food out they mouth
And you get mad with me 'cause I don't wanna give you ten
I don't support your habit, nigga, y'all grown men
I got kids ta feed, I got bills ta pay
I got people comin' askin' for shit everyday
I can't please everybody, but I love my folks
If I give ya everything, baby, I'ma be broke

(Chorus 2x)

[Turk]
Look... look.. look
Where I stay, times is hard for a lot of my peeps
Some of my rounds doin' bad.. can't even much eat
Everytime I pass through, beggin' me for a dollar
Thinkin' I owe them somethin', don't even wanna holla
Nigga who use ta be ballin' ain't ballin' no mo'
I can see they life fadin' away slowly for sure
Niggas who I come up with get me full of that dope
Use ta care about theyself, ain't care no mo'
Niggas want me ta help 'em.. ain't helpin' theyself
You must be out your mind if you ain't helpin' yourself
Ain't no love loss... I just gotta stay my distance
Gotta keep my mind straight.. before I come up missin'
Gotta do my rap thing, and make my paper, mister
Ain't gon' let nobody stop me from gettin' my six figures
Gettin' my shine on, bling-blingin' everyday
If you're not for tha right, stay tha fuck out my way, nigga

(Chorus 2x)

[B.G.]
Everytime I hit tha block, it look like it get worse
Make me wonder if V.L. and Magnolia got a curse
My niggas still my niggas... got love for 'em all
I hate to see that market ride they back and make 'em fall
Somebody tell me, if I didn't have change and I was broke
Would I get tha same attention when I'm in tha next four-door
No, I don't think so, I'll be a equal nigga
On the set, smokin' jo's, beggin' people for scrilla
On the reala... if I could do it, then you could
Lay your hustle down and make your way out the hood
Ain't nobody gon' give no hand-outs, I swear
Ain't nobody gon' pay tha bills in your house, I swear
They don't care, ya gotta stand on your own, my nigga
You ain't no child, look in tha mirror, you're grown, my nigga
Do yourself a favor: leave tha heroin alone, my nigga
And get your hustle on, nigga, get it on, my nigga

(Chorus 4x)

[Juvenile talking]
Man, you could be out here tryin' ta do somethin', man
I mean everytime we come through, man, I do somethin' for my people, man
I give tha little kids a dollar or so, ya know what I'm sayin'
I try ta do things for tha football team
Try ta take care of my people
Try ta show them how ta help theyself
'Cause they got a lot of problems

[Hook]
I see you with your palms in your pants
But me, me, see me, I got the world in my hands
I make it spin on my finger, I'm a critical thinker
I'm a hell of a smoker, and a bit of a drinker

[Bridge]
I know your name, yeah
Your name is unimportant
We in the belly of the beast
And she thinking 'bout abortion

[Verse 1]
I woke up this morning, dick rock hard
Ashed my blunt in my Grammy Award
You can save your bullshit on your memory card
If this real nigga business, then you niggas unemployed
Jumped on the celly, called Makaveli
He says he was gravy, I say I was jelly
Looked in the mirror, said "You's an ill nigga"
Then I ran to the money like track and field nigga
Now I think I'll have me a coffee with six sugars
In a world full of ass-kissers and dick pullers
I'm tryna walk a straight line but the line crooked
I'm shooting for the stars, astronauts dodge bullets
Yeah, I bought a brand new attitude
The haters music to my ears, I got my dancing shoes
Sometimes we question shit that there is no answer to
But I just built a house on "I don't give a fuck" Avenue

[Hook] + [Bridge]

[Verse 2]
Down on the ceiling, looking up at the bed
Life is a gamble better check the point spread
And when life sucks, I just enjoy the head
I'm so sick of these niggas, I need meds
Smoking on a hallelujah, thank you Jesus
Help me focus on the future and not the previous
Double R, I'm a rebel with a reason
Sometimes you gotta fight the devil with a demon
Blood is in the streets and it is up to my knees
Underground shit, I see myself as a seed
Living in the glass, and everybody's looking
How can you get the picture, if you don't know who took it?
This current affairs, but who the hell cares?
Everybody's fighting over positions, musical chairs
On the road to redemption, you gonna use a few spares
I'm just fucking ready so I come prepared

[Bridge]

[Verse 3]
And the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air
Life is a roller coaster, but still unfair
A blessing in disguise is right before our eyes
But since it is in disguise, we don't know that it's there

[Hook]

Go!
I'm in love with a beauty
She is a cutie
Somebody say they saw us kissin' in da movies
We had a drink or two
We saw Rush Hour Two
Then we went home and we made our own movie

<i>[Chorus:]</i>
Lights Camera Action ya dig?
Lights Camera Action ya dig?
It's showtime, it's showtime, show me yours show you mine

<i>[verse 1]</i>
Like OoOoOo it's goin' down in dis bitch
Like a boxer in the first round in dis bitch
1-800 I would dicky down in dis bitch
Uptown in dis bitch don't make a sound in dis shhhhh
Now let me whisper in ya ear every single word your little ear wanna hear
Flip ya body over have no fear
Can I put my tongue here until you tear?
Cry baby cry baby suck ya momma titty
You know I like dem old I might have yo momma with me
I like your girlfriend and your girlfriendses
Honor my pole like a flag on da end bitch

<i>[Chorus: x2]</i>
Lights Camera Action ya dig?
Lights Camera Action ya dig?
It's showtime, it's showtime, show me yours show you mine

<i>[verse 2]</i>
i say ohh girl i love you so
oh ohh girl i love you so sike
but i don give a fuck about a dog ass hoe
but i dont give a fuck about a dog ass hoe
pop these pills take take this glass
pop pop that pussy shake shake that ass
and if ur pussy stank girl u kno u better dush it
ur nast girl now wash dat stanky funky funky pussy bitchhhh
stop talkin that shit and suck a nigga dick for an outfit ha
and "I wear my pants below my waist and
i never dance when im this place cuz you and your man
be planning to hate im so hooddd"
and she likes it and when we fuck im keepin on my nikes
ill tear dat pussy up ill tear dat pussy up
ima good looking rapper i aint tryna front
ohhh she pussy poppin on a handstand <i>[x3]</i>
and im the camera man

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[verse 3]</i>
cut, check the gates
wait, why wait?
when i can, just bend you over and do what i told ya
do what i wanna, do what i wanna
ya heard me, i gotta lie like ?? and now every once in a while her knees jerk
she forgets how to walk i better teach her
i got her walkin funny just tell em that your feet hurt
you'll prolly see her on one of my t-shirts
i super soak a hoe skeet skeet skeet squirt
but dont worry cause if yall are like swingers
hey im high over features
haha new single, oh so now you single
you crazy, say da baby

Hey Hey Hey!

<i>[Chorus]</i>
Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin
Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
Ya niggaz aint loyal you niggaz aint lawyers
And everybody saw you and aint that a bitch!

And this here is the Carter oh! yo! And this here is the Carter yo! oh!
This one here is just to clarify the fact that I'm a muthafuckin mack
This one here is just to verify the fact that I got straps on my back
This one here is just to clarify the fact that the boy is back! Oh!

<i>[Verse One]</i>
Slick as I wanna be born to be hustla gonna be rich till I'm gone
Gonna keep spittin this shit for the hustlaz gonna keep livin this shit I'm gutless
Bet I'm gonna reap this when I'm gone defeat this while I'm here
Gonna keep beatin this street shit in ya ear
Gonna speak in every single street this year
My shit beat in every jeep on every street this year
Wizzle F Baby ya'll niggaz can have the Weezy I'm the Birdman Jr. junior
I'm a man to another man to a bitch I'm a pimp in the whip I'm a hundred grand
And in the streets I'm a money man
And I'm a hunt it with the streets I get money in the streets like a hundred men
A hundred proof in my other hand
If ever fall spring back like a rubberband know what I'm sayin

<i>[Chorus]</i>
Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin
Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
Ya niggaz aint loyal you niggaz aint lawyers
And everybody saw you and aint that a bitch
The cops is watchin streets are talkin
Hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
Ya niggaz aint loyal you niggaz aint lawyers
And everybody saw ya and aint that a bitch

<i>[Verse Two]</i>
Now all the bitches got me strollin wit my dick in my hand
And these niggaz got me rollin with my clip on my hip
But this is my land so prick dont trip cause K's dont jam and a nigga dont miss
They tellin me I'm the shit like a nigga dont piss
But nigga dont slip cause I'll kill a punk bitch Word Up!
And I dont affiliate with niggaz I dont love neither bitches just money and drugs nigga
Leave ya bitches ya money and drugs nigga
Three to ya wisdom five more to ya mug nigga
How many more do ya love nigga
cause I got plenty more to give out I aint never been a mouthpiece
Ask ya reverend bout me I'm the young God
Aim the shotgun at ya frame and bust boy
Brain and guts leak in the drain and such pour
Plain yuk at a fuck boy. Fuck Boy!

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Verse Three]</i>
I'm a muthafuckin man so respect me as one or the tech meet ya ass son
The tech heat ya ass son put ya fuckin chest beneath ya ass son
Blooka blook blap bleep ya ass son (laughin)
Nigga tryin to see his grandson and we
got niggaz in the pen tryin to see me wit a Grammy
Wanna be me and don't even understand me
Could'nt see me even if you was standin with me
I'm that damn convincing not invisible that mans invinsible
And advance a little due to the pine
My niggaz call me little Russell Crowe for my beautiful mind
And I let you do the time I do the crime
When the crowd call my name I bring my crew to the line
Nigga thats S.Q. and we fine nigga thats S.Q. and we firrin Nigga!

<i>[Chorus - 2X]</i>

Ha! Wizzle F Baby fa ya muhfuckin neck nigga
Got Streets in da buildin Gotti in the buildin
KL, Fee Fee in the buildin Rome, DI, Ceeti...

(Verse 1: Jay Rock)
I was on the block right, wasn't in my right mind
Just a young nigga, hustlin', tryna get mines
Movin' with the 9 double m
Niggas like "You don't really wanna fuck with him"
Yeah, young teenager, 'fatuated with paper
Yeah I had to get it, cause momma, she wasn't able
Black and white TV set, no cable
Forties in the fridge, chicken noodles on the table
I wasn't born with a silver spoon
Child of the ghetto, raised off a different tune
Watchin' Bob Barker in my living room
If "The Price Was Right", I could get you a whole living room
Yeah, them was my gutter ways back in the gutter days
No education, but the gutter pays
Through it all came a long way
From sellin' the yay', fist fights to gun play
Back then

(Chorus:)
Sittin' on the block and I'm doin' bad
Dreaming about the things that I never had
Got me thinking to myself "I gotta get it man"
You can play if you want, I'm gon' get it man
I say, all my life I've known
One day eventually I'll blow

(Verse 2: Lil Wayne)
Yeah
Times is hard as it is
That's why I got guns, and my guns got kids
That's why I be goin' so tough on them hoes
I play my own hand, I don't shuffle or fold
Fuck with a nigga, let go fuck with some hoes
Hear them bitches screamin' like they stuck in a hole
I am not a demon, but was once a lost soul
'Til I found myself a block away from the cross road
I have, outgrown the fishbowl
And I'm on my feet like a fuckin insole
Yeah it may hurt like a fuckin' left no
But it's "fuck the world", like a fuckin nympho
And we spend dough, cause we make more
And I make sure, when I say so
It's Jay Rock and Weezy, need I say more
Closeline the beat tear, DB I say flow
Yeah

(Chorus:)
Sittin' on the block and I'm doin' bad
Dreaming about the things that I never had
Got me thinking to myself "I gotta get it man"
You can play if you want, I'm gon' get it man
I say, all my life I've known
One day eventually I'll blow

(Verse 3: Jay Rock)
Jay Rock, still that same O.G.
I ain't tryna see the grave or the penitentary
Everyday living, tryna stay on my feet
Even though a nigga paid, but my heart in the streets
See my dogs I'm a beast, so hard on these beats
So my family can eat, I'll be damned if I see
No income, here come Jay Rock, they know crack music
Drug kingpin flow, oh

(Lil Wayne:)
Kingpin hoe, need I say more
Your family could die, when I say go (go)
Green light green light, whatcha green like?
Before ya size me up, get the seam right
And I just happen to fan it when I'm being nice
Cause drivin' slow in the Lam', it doesn't seem right
Yeah, and I remember them long nights
Livin' the wrong life, but I made that wrong right
Weezy!

(Bridge:)
All the struggling
All it does is keep my hustling, oh my

(Chorus:)
Sittin' on the block and I'm doin' bad
Dreaming about the things that I never had
Got me thinking to myself "I gotta get it man"
You can play if you want, I'm gon' get it man
I say, all my life I've known
One day eventually I'll blow

Lil Wayne:
Always strapped when I hit the club niggaz give me dat bitches give me hugs and since im paid niggaz be muggin' me u know im muggin' back niggaz be muggin' me u know im muggin' back
(yezziirr)
Check me out look
26 inches bitch 'im sittin' croocked. Old school chevy' faster den a silver bullet. Strawberry paint seats vanilla puddin' 2 bitches callin eachother pussy. Top chopped sent da car to a barbershop. My driveway looks somethin' like a parkin' lot. Im so unorthodox I got your bitch ridin' my dick wit no shox.
(Bounce bitch bounce bounce)
Im the hottest shit jumping out the coffe pot man im just tryin' to get my spot like a polka dot. Lil' cush make my eyes and my shoulders drop, lil syrup and I can make the soda pop, keep talkin n I can make my soldiers pop, real niggaz ridin' wit me till the motor' stop, I got these hoes straight livin' out the soap op. I got a couple like a coat on. (ok)

(chorus)
Always strapped when I hit the club niggaz give me dat bitches give me hugs and since im paid niggaz be muggin' me u know im muggin' back niggaz be muggin' me u know im muggin' back


Always strapped when I hit the club niggaz give me dat bitches give me hugs and since im paid bitches be lovin' me they know I love em' back bitches be lovin' me they know I love em' back

Birdman:
Put the K in the car while we ridin' blazed, put the chop n the pussy in the driveway. Bet the house on the youngen n we got paid. Triple colors on the bikes n the new mercedes'. Bustin keys on they ass while we got paid. But my tens ridein' hot to an open bay, uptown made man out the hard way crap in the bucket 50 shots bitch make a way.
(like father like son)
Ball till' ya fall stuntin wit them paper plates, throw hundreds on them hoes while we eatin stakes. We in the club poppin' bottles like 'erday. We grind for the shine nigga getting' big money. Got a fleet tossin' chicken nigga get cake, im on his island with this power like scarface. Im in the impala dropped top chawwnky ice man birdman rockin' red monkeys

(chorus)
Always strapped when I hit the club niggaz give me dat bitches give me hugs and since im paid niggaz be muggin' me u know im muggin' back niggaz be muggin' me u know im muggin' back
Always strapped when I hit the club niggaz give me dat bitches give me hugs and since im paid bitches be lovin' me they know I love em' back bitches be lovin' me they know I love em' back

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

Wayne Verse 1:



Woo!

Music up please!

Born and raised in the U.S.A

By the way of New Orleans where the Killas stay

Ok..

Uh alright..yeah

Born and raised in the U.S.A

Where the government is watching what you do and say

Ayy well alright..yea

Well imma tell u this story bout a nigga wit glory

Ya I come from piss poor and now I live in six stories houses

My house big

Listening to my own voice in my black rolls royce

Get the girls of my choice to take off their shorts and blouses

Haha take off my trousers

Ya

Ya dont know nothing bout this!

Ayyyy!

Im a dope boy wit a guitar



Shanell:



Hey daddy can ya help me

Ride wit the band in the back seat

Riding wit the dope boy!( Im a dope boy wit a guitar)

Tell em if they looking for me

Im on the road to the next city

Riding wit the dope boy!

Dope boy wit a guitar



Wayne Verse 2:



Lil Wayne American Star lyrics found on
Born and raised in the U.S.A

By the way of New Orleans where the killas stay

But thats Ok..yea .. thats alright! ya

Im loved and praised in the U.S.A

My ancestors where slaves in the U.S.A

But now today.. its alright

Yea

COME ON!

Oooooo!

Dope boy wit a guitar!



Shanell Chorus:



Hey daddy can ya help me(yeaaa)

Ride wit the band in the back seat

Riding wit the dope boy!( Im a dope boy wit a guitar)

Tell em if they looking for me(damnn..)

Im on the road to the next city

Riding wit the dope boy!(woo!)





Wayne Bridge:



BRIDGE!

Born and raised in the U.S.A

Where my president is B-L-A-C-K

Where my president is B-L-A-C-K

Where my president is B-L-A-C-K

I was born and raised in the U.S.A

And all I wanna do is play

So turn me up

TURN ME UP

SO TURN ME UP!

SO TURN ME UP!!!!!!

[Wayne - Verse 1:]
Woo!
Music up please!
Born and raised in the U.S.A.
by the way of New Orleans where the Killas stay
Ok..
Uh alright..yeah
Born and raised in the U.S.A.
Where the government is watching what you do and say
Ayy well alright..yea
Well Imma tell u this story bout a nigga wit glory
Ya I come from piss poor and now I live in six stories houses
My house big
Listening to my own voice in my black rolls royce
Get the girls of my choice to take off their shorts and blouses
Haha take off my trousers
Ya
Ya dont know nothing bout this!
Ayyyy!
I'm a dope boy wit a guitar

[Shanell - Chorus:]
Hey daddy can ya help me
Ride wit the band in the back seat
Riding wit the dope boy! (I'm a dope boy wit a guitar)
Tell em if they looking for me
I'm on the road to the next city
Riding wit the dope boy!
Dope boy wit a guitar

[Wayne - Verse 2:]
Born and raised in the U.S.A.
By the way of New Orleans where the killas stay
But thats ok... yea... thats alright! ya
I'm loved and praised in the U.S.A.
My ancestors where slaves in the U.S.A.
But now today.. it's alright
Yea
COME ON!
Oooooo!
Dope boy wit a guitar!

[Shanell - Chorus:]
Hey daddy can ya help me (yeaaa)
Ride wit the band in the back seat
Riding wit the dope boy! (I'm a dope boy wit a guitar)
Tell em if they looking for me (damnn..)
I'm on the road to the next city
Riding wit the dope boy!(woo!)

[Wayne - Bridge:]
BRIDGE!
Born and raised in the U.S.A.
Where my president is B-L-A-C-K
Where my president is B-L-A-C-K
Where my president is B-L-A-C-K
I was born and raised in the U.S.A.
And all i wanna do is play
So turn me up
TURN ME UP
SO TURN ME UP!
SO TURN ME UP!!!!!!

(Lil Wayne)
Look at me bitch
Look at me bitch
Look at me bitch
American superstar..

Be an American Superstar, they're rich:

(Flo-Rida)
I got guns for the snitches
Roses for the bitches
Hop up out the whip
paparazzi takin pictures
(Lil Wayne)
I got guns for the snitches
And roses for the bitches
Hoppin out the whip
paparazzi takin pictures
x2

Heavy metal when i'm ballin
?
got an appetite for destruction
you can call me axel
ask me bout what a n##### done done
ask me bout what a n##### do will?
ask me bout where the bricks come from
that's what a snitch n##### do that tell
i don't want nothin to do with that bill?
if it's selected i'm bringin them shells
only position for me is a player
that's right playa better get it right playa
...emergency
...i'm blowin my trees
come on my nerve, no regular me
no somebody shorty with me on my knees
i'm ready if it's a problem
she sexy flo-rida holla
come test me get that ..
get messy just like a mobster
my broads deserve lobster


...deserve choppas
you serve like jimmy hopper
american showstopper

(chorus)
x2

(Lil Wayne)
Young moolah baby
I got money on money on money on money
on top of more money on top of my shit like flies
open that ferrari f 5 like eyes up and down ocean drive
jumpin up out that maybach with a bitch way back to tease them thighs
she got a tattoo on her booty and it say 305
DJ Khaled say it's a movie now don't forget your lines,
Cause you dont want me to edit before we roll the credits
bitch give me my credit
i'm so energetic
i'm f**kin like a rabbit smokin on lettuce
whatever i want i get it
i meant it if i said it
and i say i keep it pumpin i aint talkin unletted
if you want it come get it
cause boy i'm ready
i get that fast fetty they should call me tom petty
got two bitches one peanut butter one jelly
i'm a american gangster already

(chorus)
x2

(Lil Wayne)
I'm an american superstar
yeahhhh.
I'm an american superstar
yeahhh.
baby I'm an american superstar
hahaha

[Young Jeezy - Chorus]
You think you're ballin cause you got a block?
He think he ballin cause he got a block?
You know these hoes came to see me ball
You know these hoes love to see me ball

You think you're ballin cause you got a block?
He think he ballin cause he got a block?
You know these hoes came to see me ball
You know these hoes came to see me ball

[Lil Wayne]
These hoes call me Tunechi baby
N-ggas think they seeing me, they hallucinating
Bitch, I'm balling, ballin' like a muthaf-cker
12 gauge, bitch, I got a dozen of them
N-gga broke, acting like he got it though
I'm with a Spanish bitch, if she aint f-cking, adios!
So many cars I'm like eenie meenie minie moe
So many colours in the diamonds, Kaleidoscope
Last year I made a hundred million dollars flat

Run in ya house, get to poppin' at your shower cap
My homies got them firebirds like Pontiac
And if them bitches don't sell, we buy em back
Where the strippers, tell em Tune on his way
Tell them n-ggas I'm strapped like lingerie
I aint trippin, I'm ballin, call me NBA
I-I aint trippin, I'm ballin, call me NBA

[Young Jeezy - Chorus]
You think you're ballin cause you got a block?
He think he ballin cause he got a block?
You know these hoes came to see me ball
You know these hoes love to see me ball

[Lil Wayne]
You think you're ballin cause you got a block?
He think he ballin cause he got a block?

[Young Jeezy - Chorus]
You think you're ballin cause you got a block?
He think he ballin cause he got a block?
You know these hoes came to see me ball
You know these hoes love to see me ball

You think you're ballin cause you got a block?
He think he ballin cause he got a block?
You know these hoes came to see me ball
You know these hoes came to see me ball

[Lil Wayne]
These hoes call me Tunechi baby
N-ggas think they seeing me, they hallucinating
Bitch, I'm balling, ballin' like a muthaf-cker
12 gauge, bitch, I got a dozen of them
N-gga broke, acting like he got it though
I'm with a Spanish bitch, if she aint f-cking, adios!
So many cars I'm like eenie meenie minie moe
So many colours in the diamonds, Kaleidoscope
Last year I made a hundred million dollars flat

Run in ya house, get to poppin' at your shower cap
My homies got them firebirds like Pontiac
And if them bitches don't sell, we buy em back
Where the strippers, tell em Tune on his way
Tell them n-ggas I'm strapped like lingerie
I aint trippin, I'm ballin, call me NBA
I-I aint trippin, I'm ballin, call me NBA

[Young Jeezy - Chorus]
You think you're ballin cause you got a block?
He think he ballin cause he got a block?
You know these hoes came to see me ball
You know these hoes love to see me ball

[Lil Wayne]
You think you're ballin cause you got a block?
He think he ballin cause he got a block?

(LiL Wayne)
Shooting till my motherfuckin hand fall off
Your trackstars the gun shot ran yall off
I pop like a soda watch the can fall off
I can kill yall and yall boss
Shooting till my motherfuckin hand fall off
Your trackstars the gun shot ran yall off
I pop like a soda watch the can fall off
I can kill yall and yall boss
Shotguns handguns louder than a band drum
You fuckin with the drum major let me play you the anthem
Bang bang bang bang call it heavy metal
I say bang bang bitch i make you feel every letter
B.A.N.G. B.A.N.G. G.A.N.G.
We spray then leave
We play when we know
We play N.E.
V.E.R. C.P.R.
Doctor Carter are you the disease boy
Young money motherfucka deez theez boyz
Bitches you crazy
Weez retardz
Watch nina, mack and tommy have a brief minaj
Like (gunshots) like (gunshots) yeah
Soulja boy on the beat
But you can call me chef boyardee
Cause ima heat this shit
And ima eat this shit
Planet earth is my toilet your beneath this shit
Then i flush and whipe my ass
Gun slinger like a pass
I cock back and throw a bomb now hailmary
Your tailfairy fairy-tale very frail
And yeah we got them hammers try and hit every nail

Let em sail up the river with that hoe shit
Or leave em face down in the fuckin ocean
I aint on no other shit bitch im on some more shit
That hello how you doing i am at your front door shit
That aww naw he got a gun oh shit ..shit...shit

(JAE MILLZS)
Okay its young money what you know bout it
The simuarto will rip open your body and tear the soul out it
And all that fronting shit nigga I don?t know bout it
Call me master J bitch im so bout it even my hoe bout it
And don?t doubt it cuz we both will be Angeline and Braden
Spazzin and blastin; blastin and rat- a- tattin
And naw I don?t cook em like potatoes I mash em
I don?t give a fuck bout your money or your fashion
Shots through the window where your brand new astin??
You get out tryin to run now you just wit them bullets crashin
Pine box niggas no crutches no cassin
No wheelchair just a two door long black wagon flowers on the side
And four wheels of steal.. I aint neva scared and I aint neva cared
So fuck what they doing over there.. im doin it here
You nothing like me fuck boy don?t be outlandish
We gorillas in the mist you just some kung fo pandas
Sweet like fantas my blood is the same as bruce bantis that record on the cameras
Motherfuck all the bullshit and antics and they sayin he aint got it
???to clear for wayne that?s a disadvantage
Being broke is a foreign language to me like Spanish musically I direct thrillers call me john Landis
Nigha
(laughing)

Fuck that nigha in red jacket nigha

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Young Money

I can make your bed rock

Haters in the building nigga

I can make your bed rock (girl)

i can make your bed rock

I can make your bed rock

(Lil Wayne)

She got the good good

she Michael Jackson bad

Im attracted to her

but her attractive ass

but now were murders

cause we kill time

I knock her lights out

but she still shine

I hate to see her go

but i love to watch her leave

but i keep her running back and forth

like a soccer team

cold as a winter's day

hot as a summers eve

young money thieves

steal your heart with ease

(Gudda Gudda)

I like the way you walk it

and if your walkin my way

Im that red bull

and lets fly away

lets find a place

with all kinds of space

ill let you be the judge

and im the the case

im gudda gudda

i putta hugga

i see me with her

no stevie wonder

she wont ever wonder

cause she knows she bad

and i gotta nigga

grocery bag

(Young Lloyd)

Okay

Baby, I be stuck to you like glue baby

wanna spend it all on you baby

my room is the g-spot

call me mr.flintstone

i can make your bed rock (hey,hey,hey)

i can make your bed rock(hey,hey,hey)

i can make your bed rock girl(hey,hey,hey)

i can make your bedrock(hey,hey,hey)

I can make your bedrock

(Nicki Minaj)

okay i get it

let me think

i guess its my turn

maybe its time to put this pussy on your sideburns

he say im bad

he probably right

he pushing me like buttons down's on a friday night

im so pretty like

we on my peddled bike

he on my low scrunch

we on my echo whites

he say Nicki dont stop

you da bestest

and i'd just be cumming off the top as best as

(Drake)

I Love your sushi rolls

hotter then wasabi

i race for your love

shake-n-bake

ricky bobby

im at the W

but i can meet you in the lobby

girl i gotta watch my back

cause im not just anybody

ive seen them standing in line

just to get beside her

i let her see that aston

and let the rest suprise her

thats when we disappear

you need GPS to find her

O that was your girl?

I thought i recognized her

(Young Lloyd)

Okay

Baby, I be stuck to you like glue baby

wanna spend it all on you baby

my room is the g-spot

call me mr.flintstone

i can make your bed rock (hey,hey,hey)

i can make your bed rock(hey,hey,hey)

i can make your bed rock girl(hey,hey,hey)

i can make your bedrock(hey,hey,hey)

I can make your bedrock

(Tyga)

She like cannon

I like stan and

she like romance and

i like rollin with friends



she said im caged in

i think her conscience is

shes watchin that oxygen

im watching ESPN

but when that show ends

she all over my skin

lotions

double emotions

rollarcoasten

like

back

forth

hold it (hold it X5)

she poses like its for posters

and i poke like im suppose to

take this photo if you are for me

she said dont you ever show this

im to loyal and to focused

to be losing and be hopeless

when i spoke this she rejoiced it

she said your words give me open

so i closed it

when it closes

im only lovin for the moment

(Jae Millz)

She aint gotta man

but shes not alone

Miss. Independent

here she got her own

hey gorgeous

um, i mean flawless

well,thats what your are

how i see it is how i call it

yeah

look it how she walk

mhmm she know she bad

do (do) your thing baby

i aint even mad

and i aint even fast

im gonna stay a while

hole your hair crisp

im gonna take a gander

(Young Lloyd)

Okay

Baby, I be stuck to you like glue baby

wanna spend it all on you baby

my room is the g-spot

call me mr.flintstone

i can make your bed rock (mhmm oh)

i can make your bed rock(ohhohhohhh)

i can make your bed rock girl(ohhhh)

i can make your bedrock

I can make your bedrock

(Lil Wayne)

T Streets

Mack Maine

Jae Millz

Tyga

Drizzy Drake

Nicki Minaj

hey shanell

(Young Lloyd)

and Young LLyod

Young Money
I can make your bedrock
Haters in the building nigga
I can make your bedrock (girl)
I can make your bedrock
I can make your bedrock
(Lil Wayne)
She got that good good
She Michael Jackson bad
Im attracted to her
For her attractive ass
And now were murderers
Because we kill time
I knock her lights out
And she still shine
I hate to see her go
But I love to watch her leave
But I keep her running
Back and forth Soccer team
Cold as a winter's day
Hot as a summer's eve
Young money thieves
steal your heart and leave
(Gudda Gudda)
I like the way you walk
And if you walking my way
I'm that red bull
Now let's fly away
Let's buy a place
with all kinds of space
I let you be the judge
And I'm the case
I'm Gudda Gudda, I put her under
I see me with her, No stevie wonder
She don't ever wonder
Cause she knows she bad
And I got her, Grocery bag
(Lloyd)
Ohh Baby, I be stuck to you
Like glue baby wanna spend it all on you, Baby
My room is the G-Spot
Call me Mr.Flintstone
I can make your bedrock
I can make your bedrock
I can make your bedrock girl
I can make your bedrock
(Nicki Minaj)
OK I get it, Let me think
I guess it's my turn
Maybe it's time to put this on ya sideburns
He say I'm bad He probably right
He pressing me like button downs on a friday night
I'm so pretty like
Be on my pedal bike
Be on my low starch
Be on my egga whites
He say Nicki don't stop you the bestest
And I just be coming off the top asbestos
(Drake)
I love your sushi rolls
Hotter then wasabi
I race for your love, Shake and bake ricky bobby
I'm at the W
But I can't meet you in the lobby
Girl I gotta watch my back
Cause I'm not just anybody
I seen em' stand in line
Just to get beside her
I let her see the aston
And let the rest surprise her
That's when we disappear
You need GPS to find her
Oh That was your girl?
I thought I recognized her
(Lloyd)
(Tyga)
She like tanning
I like staying in
She like romancing
I like rolling with friends
She said I'm caged in
I think her conscious is
She watching that oxygen
I'm watching ESPN
But when that show end
she all over my skin, lotions,
slow emotions, Roller coasting,
Like back forth hold it......
She pose like it's for posters
and I poke like I'm suppose to
Take this photo if you for me,
She said don't you ever show this
I'm too loyal and too focused
To be losing and be hopeless
When I spoke this She rejoiced it
Said your word get me open
so I closed it
Where your clothes
I'm only lovin' for the moment
(Jae Millz)
She ain't got a man
But she's not alone
Miss Independent
Yea She got her own
Hey gorgeous
Um I mean flawless
well that's what U R
how I see it is how I call it
Yeah Look it how she walk
MHMM She know she bad
Do-Do your thing baby
I ain't even mad
And I ain't even fast
Imma stay a while
Hold ya head chris
Imma take her down
(Lloyd)

Young Money
I can make your bedrock
Haters in the building nigga
I can make your bedrock (girl)
I can make your bedrock
I can make your bedrock
(Lil Wayne)
She got that good good
She Michael Jackson bad
Im attracted to her
For her attractive ass
And now were murderers
Because we kill time
I knock her lights out
And she still shine
I hate to see her go
But I love to watch her leave
But I keep her running
Back and forth Soccer team
Cold as a winter's day
Hot as a summer's eve
Young money thieves
steal your heart and leave
(Gudda Gudda)
I like the way you walk
And if you walking my way
I'm that red bull
Now let's fly away
Let's buy a place
with all kinds of space
I let you be the judge
And I'm the case
I'm Gudda Gudda, I put her under
I see me with her, No stevie wonder
She don't ever wonder
Cause she knows she bad
And I got her, Grocery bag
(Lloyd)
Ohh Baby, I be stuck to you
Like glue baby wanna spend it all on you, Baby
My room is the G-Spot
Call me Mr.Flintstone
I can make your bedrock
I can make your bedrock
I can make your bedrock girl
I can make your bedrock
(Nicki Minaj)
OK I get it, Let me think
I guess it's my turn
Maybe it's time to put this on ya sideburns
He say I'm bad He probably right
He pressing me like button downs on a friday night
I'm so pretty like
Be on my pedal bike
Be on my low starch
Be on my egga whites
He say Nicki don't stop you the bestest
And I just be coming off the top asbestos
(Drake)
I love your sushi rolls
Hotter then wasabi
I race for your love, Shake and bake ricky bobby
I'm at the W
But I can't meet you in the lobby
Girl I gotta watch my back
Cause I'm not just anybody
I seen em' stand in line
Just to get beside her
I let her see the aston
And let the rest surprise her
That's when we disappear
You need GPS to find her
Oh That was your girl?
I thought I recognized her
(Lloyd)
(Tyga)
She like tanning
I like staying in
She like romancing
I like rolling with friends
She said I'm caged in
I think her conscious is
She watching that oxygen
I'm watching ESPN
But when that show end
she all over my skin, lotions,
slow emotions, Roller coasting,
Like back forth hold it......
She pose like it's for posters
and I poke like I'm suppose to
Take this photo if you for me,
She said don't you ever show this
I'm too loyal and too focused
To be losing and be hopeless
When I spoke this She rejoiced it
Said your word get me open
so I closed it
Where your clothes
I'm only lovin' for the moment
(Jae Millz)
She ain't got a man
But she's not alone
Miss Independent
Yea She got her own
Hey gorgeous
Um I mean flawless
well that's what U R
how I see it is how I call it
Yeah Look it how she walk
MHMM She know she bad
Do-Do your thing baby
I ain't even mad
And I ain't even fast
Imma stay a while
Hold ya head chris
Imma take her down
(Lloyd)

(Lil Wayne)
Check
Huh
What?
What?
Let's go, nigga (Where you at, Wheezy?)

You liable to catch me speedin' up the six, or beatin' up a chick
or standin' over a stove, sweatin', heatin' up a brick
And we keep the hustlin' slick, and got clips like bananas
We twist the bandanas, and spit at niggas with cannons
We ran in habitats with masks and plastic gats
Stormin' through the house, screamin', "Where's this bastard's crack?!!"
I flash the mack in front of your gal and make her tell
Like, "Slut! Where's the yay, or I'ma pop one in your grill!"
It's Lil Wayne, nigga - blast and bang triggas
Pay with my change, then I'm gon' have to bang niggas
I bag the caine quicker, and sprinkle like rain, nigga
Flood the av quick with the quarters and halves, nigga
If you out, you can find me on the street with the work
If it's a drought, you can find me on the street with the work
Never slip - I empty half a clip deep in your shirt
And put your whole clique deep in the dirt
Smell me?

(Hook-2x (Lil Wayne))
Who wan' beef with 'em?
Who wan' creep with 'em?
And when it comes down to guns, nigga, I sleep with 'em
See, we can sweep with 'em 'cause it get deep with 'em
And when it comes down to drugs, I'm on the streets with 'em

(Lil Wayne)
Look
I'm the youngest Hot Boy on the field with heaters
Let my nine-millimeters kill your peoples
Bust up in your house and put the gun to lil' Renita
Give me the yay, or else I'ma put her in her sneakers
Wow (wow, wow) you can catch me in all black with no smile
Me, Turk, Geezy, and 'Nile - chicka-POW!
How come these niggaz keep burnin the world?
and why the hell this nigga Wheezy keep firmin your girl?
Turnin the wheel on the orange and teal Bentley drop
Then I'ma put that up and hop in the van and hit your block
Tell your mom to get the cops cause y'all gon' need 'em
When you see them bullets that my glock pop, y'all gon' eat 'em
See this for all my niggaz in the pen, I hope for freedom
And this for all my niggaz buyin bricks, I got 'em cheaper
Keep a nigga quiet as a mouse when I come
Wayne #1 Hot Boy, hot as the sun - ya smell me?

(Hook (Lil Wayne))
Who wan' beef with 'em?
Who wan' creep with 'em?
And when it comes down to guns, nigga, I sleep with 'em
See, we can sweep with 'em 'cause it get deep with 'em
And when it comes down to drugs, I'm on the streets with 'em

Who wan' beef with 'em?
Who wan' creep with 'em?
'cause when it comes down to guns, nigga, I sleep with 'em
See, we can sweep with 'em 'cause it get deep with 'em
And when it comes down to drugs, I'm on the streets with 'em

(Lil Wayne)
Nasty case, nigga run up in your crib, crash the place
Mask the face, automatic attach to waist
You bastards play? Then it get awful and bad
There will be no more walkin for dad, and it's off with your head
And they gon' either get it right, or they get it at night
And when they spit, it lick his ass twice like 20 damn dice
Henny and ice is what I prefer, but light on the rocks
I pack them clips tight on them glocks and light up your block
And if there's coke involved, then your throat's involved
I get the toaster and roll up and smoke most of y'all
Me and my nigga, Super Sosa, run up in your crib
while your grandma watchin Oprah, jag her up and rope her
If you wan' grudge, chances slim like Ethiopia
If you want drugs, I got more flavors than Fruitopia
Recognize it's real and nuttin udder than that
Cause one from the mac'll have blood coverin your back, ha?

(Hook-4x (Lil Wayne))
Who wan' beef with 'em?
Who wan' creep with 'em?
'cause when it comes down to guns, nigga, I sleep with 'em
See, we can sweep with 'em 'cause it get deep with 'em
And when it comes down to drugs, I'm on the streets with 'em

(Lil Wayne)
Who wan' beef with a nigga? Creep with a nigga?
When it comes down to guns, look, I sleep with them triggas

(feat. Lil Wayne)

(Lil Wayne:)
Stunna it's your turf baby haha
And me the heart thrive
Yeah I be with dem different hoes
You know dem different hoes
I mean dem
Believe dat
Uh huh
Believe dat
Tell em girl
Believe dat

(Birdman:)
Got a bitch in the back
Got a hoe in the front
Got work in the back
Got more in the front
It be the birdman baby
Birdman everything kosher
Birdman baby feathers all over
Tony montano white leather soft sofas
Got to many cars so now I buy choufers
All about my penion like a motherfuckin loafer
I was in the crack game before baking soda
Bitch I'm a o-g bitch I'm o-g I'm gettin high off my money
Til I o.d see you don't know me the bitches know me my old hoes tell me go back to gold tee
King size bed nigga gold sheets gold bottle for breakfast nigga let's eat
I got five and they all sexy, they all drive new cars and they love me

(Lil Wayne:)
Yeah cause I be with dem different hoes
I mean dem different hoes

Believe dat
Uh huh
Believe dat
Tell em girl
Believe dat
Put your name
Believe dat
Where you from
Believe dat
I know what your saying
Believe dat
It's like I'm just playing but
Believe dat

(Birdman:)
Look fresh with the heavy metal
You know I need that
Gucci stay fly on the stage believe dat
We one of a kind we do it til you see me black
Ice with the chrome and the silver how you love dat
Too fresh to cool too shiny too foo' too sunny spend money
That just what we do believe I'm shine believe I'm a grind
Believe me your girl at my house all the time believe
I'm a bout to hustla believe I've got the mustla believe I'm a stunna man you know I know the struggle
Come from the pot pan come from another land
Come with a better game baby I'm the bird man

(Lil Wayne:)
Yeah cause I be with different hoes
Ya know dem different hoes
I mean weezy believe dat
You jus gone cut me off
Believe dat

What believe dat
I know what
Your saying
Believe dat
I feel you
Believe dat
Ay why you crying
Believe dat
Yo you ain't lying
Believe dat

I'm on the yacht and boats
Pills and hydro
Bras and money homey
That's what a nigga know
She know I shine cause
You know I grind cause
She know I'm high with the metal all the time cause
And she believe me and she all in me
We poppin bottles to a few of her ocean b
I'm all nc. I'm all good daddy I'm the birdman
You know I'm in the new caddy
Believe me she get money just like me
I stay strapped with the flame in my new fleet
100 millon dolla suede seats with the leather seats
With the gator on the front with the platinum teets

Ya bitch
I be with dem different hoes
I mean dem different hoes
I mean weezy
Believe dat
They just gonna cut me off
Believe dat
I understand
Believe dat
Believe dat
My girl say and I say believe dat (x2)

Yeah
Believe dat one hundred
Let me take a shot
I want my shawdy
I like dem tall thin and shot
Girl what
Believe dat
Believe dat

Push Impalas and Caprice's (Believe that daddy)
Starch flat no creases (Believe that daddy)
Got that work, you a D boy (Believe that daddy)
You a H-O-T Boy (Believe that daddy)
Do ya Bentley got them hoes (Believe that daddy)
That's, that weed smell in yo clothes (Believe that daddy)
Bet a hunderd, shoot a hundred (Believe that daddy)
It's my block, I run it (Believe that daddy)
Got them 20's on ya ride (Believe that daddy)
Got the gator inside (Believe that daddy)
Fine bitch, bow-leg (Believe that daddy)
And she go both ways (Believe that daddy)
Slugged up in the front (Believe that daddy)
Got a trunk full of bump (Believe that daddy)
Got cribs, cars, bikes, dykes (Believe that daddy)
'Cause that's what hoes like (Believe that daddy)
Now I do it for the ladies, do it for the ladies
I do cause I wanna push a cat-eye Mercedes
I do it for my dudes, do it for my dudes
All the niggas on the block that got that work to move

It's Weezy baby, young and from the Dirty South
Get up your dope, I'm putting birdies out
Like thirty in my mouth, so I can say
Fuck you bitch you still ain't got a dirty mouth
The hood still ain't got over the drout
So you should sleep on your roof, just to watch over ya house
Nigga we tymin', the cost of my watch over ya house
I'm a boss man, I watch over the South
Jazze Pha, let's hop in the Lammy (Lamborghini)
Stop by Sammy, chill in the hood, you good, you family
My boys like to pull them blammies, and big pimp
Mami suck dick 'til she pull your hammy, homey
You know we only, keepin it gangsta
Deep in the Range, 17 in the chamber
All I need is my banger, nigga it's Weez

Fuck with me?
Thank you
C'mon
C'mon
You know me man
Alright
O-V
I got 'em boy
Weezy baby
C two
Weezy baby
You cant see me
And I see you, Lawd
I, I, I got 'em

Bring the crowd and I'm loud and living color
It is Weezy fuckin' baby got these rappers in my stomach (yummy)
I'm takin' it I ain't askin' them for nothin'
If you sell a million records we can battle for ya money
I'd rather count a hundred thousand dollars on a Sunday
Watch a football game and bet it all on one play
Still stuntin' baby yes I'm still flossin'
Latest car on the market with the top peeled off it
Big wheels make it look a lil' bulky
You look a lil' salty have ya-self a chill coffee
Chill out, the girls is still out
Even though I am a boss and got papers to fill out
I'm busy I got people to reel in
God I hope they snappin' at the end of my rod
I hope I'm fishin' in the right pond
And I hope you catch on to every line
Who a I!

The best rapper alive (huh, yup)
The best rapper alive (huh, yup)
The best rapper alive (huh, yup)
The best rapper alive (huh)
Swagger right check, game tight
And they goin', R-E-S-P-E-C-T me (who?)
The best rapper alive (huh, yup)
The best rapper alive (huh, yup)
The best rapper alive (huh, yup)
The best rapper alive (huh)
Swagger right check, game tight
And you should, be afraid, be very afraid

The heart of New Orleans, thumpin' and beatin'
Livin' and breathin', steallin' and feedin'
Peelin' and leavin', killin' and greivin'
Dearly departed, erased deleted
No prints no plates, no face no trace
Out of sight out of mind, no court no case
Sell his chain, celebrate, block parties, second line,
Zulu ball bar, S.S. fest, jazz fest, Mardi Gras
Shotty bounce, body rock, now he dropped,
No he got, family try, tell the feds, tell the cops
Smell a rat, comin' back, to the house, to the spot
Tap tap, knock knock, who is that? chicka pow!
Trigger man, hoody man, tell the kids boogie man,
"Pistol Pete", ammo-mammal, gun man, blum blam (ha ha)
Damn semi you done fucked up
Pussy ass niggas put ya nuts up
Just call me!

The best rapper alive (huh, yup)
The best rapper alive (huh, yup)
The best rapper alive (huh, yup)
The best rapper alive (huh)
Swagger right check, game tight
And they goin', R-E-S-P-E-C-T me (who?)
The best rapper alive (huh, yup)
The best rapper alive (huh, yup)
The best rapper alive (huh, yup)
The best rapper alive (huh)
Swagger right check, game tight
And you should, be afraid, be very afraid

Fuck up with all these rookie M-C's?
Whew! smell like a bunch of pussy to me (fuck em')
Fuck em' good, fuck em' long, fuck em' hard, fuck who? fuck em' all (yea)
Like that just like that, right back
I'm on that money train and that mack will knock em' off track
The Carter back, well protected from the warren Sapp
The young heart attack, I spit that cardiac
You cant see me baby boy you got that cataracts
I'm right here, straight out ya hood just like an alley cat
Since everyone's a king where the fuck ya palace at
Me I got callus on my hand I can handle that
Its no problem baby I so got em'
Its just a victory lap baby I'm just joggin'
Yeah, and I ain't even out of breath
The motherfuckin best yet
Sorry for cussin'
Who!

The best rapper alive (huh, yup)
The best rapper alive (huh, yup)
The best rapper alive (huh, yup)
The best rapper alive (huh)
Swagger right check, game tight
And they goin', R-E-S-P-E-C-T me (who?)
The best rapper alive (huh, yup)
The best rapper alive (huh, yup)
The best rapper alive (huh, yup)
The best rapper alive (huh)
Swagger right check, game tight
And you should, be afraid, be very afraid, yeah

(The best rapper alive)

Fuck with me?
Thank you
C'mon
C'mon
You know me man
Alright
O-V
I got 'em boy
Weezy baby
C two
Weezy baby
You cant see me
And I see you, Lawd
I, I, I got 'em

Bring the crowd and I'm loud and living color
It is Weezy fuckin' baby got these rappers in my stomach (yummy)
I'm takin' it I ain't askin' them for nothin'
If you sell a million records we can battle for ya money
I'd rather count a hundred thousand dollars on a Sunday
Watch a football game and bet it all on one play
Still stuntin' baby yes I'm still flossin'
Latest car on the market with the top peeled off it
Big wheels make it look a lil' bulky
You look a lil' salty have ya-self a chill coffee
Chill out, the girls is still out
Even though I am a boss and got papers to fill out
I'm busy I got people to reel in
God I hope they snappin' at the end of my rod
I hope I'm fishin' in the right pond
And I hope you catch on to every line
Who a I!

The best rapper alive (huh, yup)
The best rapper alive (huh, yup)
The best rapper alive (huh, yup)
The best rapper alive (huh)
Swagger right check, game tight
And they goin', R-E-S-P-E-C-T me (who?)
The best rapper alive (huh, yup)
The best rapper alive (huh, yup)
The best rapper alive (huh, yup)
The best rapper alive (huh)
Swagger right check, game tight
And you should, be afraid, be very afraid

The heart of New Orleans, thumpin' and beatin'
Livin' and breathin', steallin' and feedin'
Peelin' and leavin', killin' and greivin'
Dearly departed, erased deleted
No prints no plates, no face no trace
Out of sight out of mind, no court no case
Sell his chain, celebrate, block parties, second line,
Zulu ball bar, S.S. fest, jazz fest, Mardi Gras
Shotty bounce, body rock, now he dropped,
No he got, family try, tell the feds, tell the cops
Smell a rat, comin' back, to the house, to the spot
Tap tap, knock knock, who is that? chicka pow!
Trigger man, hoody man, tell the kids boogie man,
"Pistol Pete", ammo-mammal, gun man, blum blam (ha ha)
Damn semi you done fucked up
Pussy ass niggas put ya nuts up
Just call me!

The best rapper alive (huh, yup)
The best rapper alive (huh, yup)
The best rapper alive (huh, yup)
The best rapper alive (huh)
Swagger right check, game tight
And they goin', R-E-S-P-E-C-T me (who?)
The best rapper alive (huh, yup)
The best rapper alive (huh, yup)
The best rapper alive (huh, yup)
The best rapper alive (huh)
Swagger right check, game tight
And you should, be afraid, be very afraid

Fuck up with all these rookie M-C's?
Whew! smell like a bunch of pussy to me (fuck em')
Fuck em' good, fuck em' long, fuck em' hard, fuck who? fuck em' all (yea)
Like that just like that, right back
I'm on that money train and that mack will knock em' off track
The Carter back, well protected from the warren Sapp
The young heart attack, I spit that cardiac
You cant see me baby boy you got that cataracts
I'm right here, straight out ya hood just like an alley cat
Since everyone's a king where the fuck ya palace at
Me I got callus on my hand I can handle that
Its no problem baby I so got em'
Its just a victory lap baby I'm just joggin'
Yeah, and I ain't even out of breath
The motherfuckin best yet
Sorry for cussin'
Who!

The best rapper alive (huh, yup)
The best rapper alive (huh, yup)
The best rapper alive (huh, yup)
The best rapper alive (huh)
Swagger right check, game tight
And they goin', R-E-S-P-E-C-T me (who?)
The best rapper alive (huh, yup)
The best rapper alive (huh, yup)
The best rapper alive (huh, yup)
The best rapper alive (huh)
Swagger right check, game tight
And you should, be afraid, be very afraid, yeah

(The best rapper alive)

(Big Tigger)-a u lockdown ta the south to W.B.I.T.C.H were the w stands fo wahh!!! hit us at 180-nobitch wut happenin
{Caller)-hello
{Big Tigger}-yo
{caller}-yeh man check this shit out I went to the concert last night u know the after party and the niggas put on rashed's shit
{Big Tigger}-Roc master rashed?
{caller}yeah u know wut I mean aint nobody move noboby did shit but when they put Wayne's shit on everybody u know tvs fell down mutha fuckin helicopters come from the fuckin sky twirlin an shit niggas throwin money every goddamn were but u know rashed mandat nigga u know put countryness in rappin he want ta save the whales dosomethin from the fuckin earth
{Big Tigger}-yeah he aint bringin that heat like 500 degreezdats wut we got right heh wit lil wayne and cash money caller 2 get up out ahh heh

(Big Tigger)-a u lockdown ta the south to W.B.I.T.C.H were the w stands fo wahh!!! hit us at 180-nobitch wut happenin
{Caller)-hello
{Big Tigger}-yo
{caller}-yeh man check this shit out I went to the concert last night u know the after party and the niggas put on rashed's shit
{Big Tigger}-Roc master rashed?
{caller}yeah u know wut I mean aint nobody move noboby did shit but when they put Wayne's shit on everybody u know tvs fell down mutha fuckin helicopters come from the fuckin sky twirlin an shit niggas throwin money every goddamn were but u know rashed mandat nigga u know put countryness in rappin he want ta save the whales dosomethin from the fuckin earth
{Big Tigger}-yeah he aint bringin that heat like 500 degreezdats wut we got right heh wit lil wayne and cash money caller 2 get up out ahh heh

[Lil Wayne - Verse 1]
Skinny ass pants
fresh pair of vans
if you niggas keep trippin’ nigga share an ambulance
throw up blood with my hands
my gang poppin’ niggas smoke that kush and not that reggie
for you name droppin’ niggas
all day I do it
I do it like Tony
got a sign on my dick that say “bad bitches only”
I don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
man I’m on that patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked
got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go “pu”
Got a mean ass swagger, my bitches do too
yeah all my niggas nuts and I’m a loose screw
bitch I get big bucks pockets on bruce bruce
yeah I talk that sh-t bitch I got red, bitch I got toast
welcome to the murder show I am the muthfucking host
they call me Weezy F Baby yes I do the fucking most
Im at their throats until they choke
the God has spoke I need a smoke man

[Chorus]
All these bitches and niggas still hatin’
I used to be a baller but now I’m Bill Gaten’
got a list of full of problems, I tend to em later
yeah life is a bitch but I appreciate her man(x2)

[Lil Wayne - Verse 2]
It go dark ass shades, I can’t see them haters
now eat these fuckin bullets, don’t forget to tip the waiter
dress like a skater, ride on you like Shawn White
I’m high all day, you can call that sh-t a long flight
every nights a long night, every day is a holiday
I can fick the squares now do that mean I’m out of shape
yes I talk shit, got to defecate to conversate
weezy fuck the world, yup I fuck it till it ovulate,
get her to the crib get in that pussy just dominate
Weezy F baby and the F is for fornicate
Polo Ralph Lauren bitch, yeah that’s what my pajamas say
big tall glass of some sh-t you can’t pronounciate
Beaucoup in the bezel of my watch with the diamond face
still I do not give you mother fuckers the time of day
pistol in your mouth I cannot make out what you tryna say
and if they want a war, tell them mother fuckers bombs away

[Chorus]
All these bitches and niggas still hatin’
I used to be a baller but now I’m Bill Gaten’
got a list of full of problems, I tend to em later
yeah life is a bitch but I appreciate em man(x2)

[Lil Wayne]
Let it breath to em,
yes just let it breath to em
Young mula baby
Young mula baby

Biznite.Biznite..Nothing but it

I'm dippin' in a black milleny benny sittin on twentys
Top off when the city's windy me and pretty Cindy
She dressed up in pretty Fendi and she sippin remy
I'm Iceburg nuttin but whenny all the way to my tinny
I'm hotter than a semi' 'cause this skirt shes wearing mini
and plus my head is spinnin from drinkin this fifth of Henny
I stop at any deli cause this freakin with her penny
and aint no tellin how many she 'umm already been in.
We get inside the room and she gigglin plain grinnin
Slowly the lights dimmin and I'm slippin on my jimmy
I'm feelin with her titties this is only the beginnin
I stick it in her kitty now she screamin come on gimme
I'm flippin this chick over and I caught her slowly bendin
I'm hittin got her twistin this is my ninny you hear me
And when its time to quit I got her soakin wet and drippin
She asked me for a kiss ah..

CHORUS
Biznite is you trippin
Biznite is you trippin
What
Biznite is you trippin
What
Biznite is you trippin
He he he Wha..
You nothin but a sack chasin cock tastin biznite
Your never gonna amount to anythin but a biznite
'cuz all I wanna do is hit it raw I don't even wanna talk
if your baby come born with braids I aint the pa
nope I aint the pa
hell no I aint the pa
no I aint the pa
hell no I aint the pa
nope I aint the pa
hell no I aint the pa
if your baby come out saying wha.. I aint the pa

I ride up in a Porsche Boxter see this fox her name was Tasha
I got her when I stopped her at McDonalds with her partner
I jocked the way she rocked her lil Versasce and her Prada
I'm Iceburg (??)
I jot her my phone number later on gave me a holla
I popped up by her mamas so her nigga wont know nada
She took thirty minutes play me like a some kinda coward
Now hopped up in my car and started talkin bout her doctor
She said she started ridin it in her babys fathers Honda
She wish that he would trade it in and cop a brand new Mazda
I'm drivin to the (??) to the back and put the top up
I roll down all the windows put the car in function "watch the"
I tried to touch her thigh she moved my hand and said ah ah bro
It took five minutes to bang then you know she propper
I'm knockin out her brains
We got the car shakin' and rocklin'
She asked me for a kiss ah

CHORUS
Biznite whats your problem
Wha..
Biznite whats your problem
Wha..
Biznite whats your problem
Wha
Biznite whats your problem
Wha
You nothin but a sack chasin cock tastin biznite
Your never gonna amount to anythin but a biznite
'cuz all I wanna do is hit it raw I don't even wanna talk
if your baby come born with braids I aint the pa
nope I aint the pa
hell no I aint the pa
no I aint the pa
hell no I aint the pa

there was this stoofy name was Lucy came up to me at the movies
said she just saw Balla Blockin and thought that I was cute
and but you and baby too can still come over early Tuesday
I just bought a new mansion just finished it and my movie
I knew she was a new from head to shoulder she was Gucci
And me I'm Iceberg Tom and Jerry, Daffy and Goofy
She say "oo" it would be so nice and usually she would do it
But lately she been cocky she just came from institution
I say that's cool cuz I don't really wanna have to shoot him
I gave the braud the pager number and said that she should use it
As soon as I flew by in that navy and baby blue six
She beeped and left a message that she come up with a solution
I scootin a run through straight to my house I wont be foolish
She had no bathin suit and then want me to see her booty
I oozed it in her coochie when she got in my Jacuzzi.
She asked me for a kiss ah.

Biznite is you stupid
Biznite is you stupid
what
Biznite is you stupid
What he he he what
Because your nothin but a sack chasin cock tastin biznite
Your never gonna amount to anythin but a biznite
'cuz all I wanna do is hit it raw I don't even wanna talk
if your baby come born with braids I aint the pa
nope I aint the pa
hell no I aint the pa
no I aint the pa
hell no I aint the pa
no I aint the pa
hell no I aint the pa
if your baby come out saying wha.. I aint the pa
you're a sack chasin cock tastin biznite
Your never gonna amount to anythin but a biznite
'cuz all I wanna do is hit it raw I don't even wanna talk
if your baby come born with braids I aint the pa
nope I aint the pa
hell no I aint the pa
no I aint the pa
hell no I aint the pa
nope I aint the pa
hell no I aint the pa
if your baby come out throwin up "W"'s I aint the pa nigga.
UMMMMM
UMMMMM
I aint the pa

The streets make the hustlas
Hustlas make the world go round
The world is made of keys, ounces and pounds
The keys, ounces and pounds is made from hustlas
See how shit come back round for ya
Gotta cop it, chop it and cook it
See how shit come back round for ya
Gotta kick in the oven now watch it bubble
And you can knock on my door
But you can't knock the hustle
But I- it's like a game of twenty-one and I got nineteen
And my Jake but I put more 'd' on me
Lil Weezy Wee gon eat that's how it is
Got insurance on the floor man I'm that positive
And I'm shaggy in the saggy lens
Me an my squad in the paddy wagon tally Benz
And you know I put the mags on that
.45 mack with the flash on that
Who want it
Everybody sing along

Now I'ma ride cuz I got riding in my bloodline
And I'ma shine cuz I got shining in my bloodline
I get that dough cuz I got hustle in my bloodline
I bleed concrete

And when I move, I move out with the raw
I move out with the squad
To his album we ride we so mob
I throw lives and lowest to live
For my loaf of bread the people's player
I did what the culture said
And I live by the coast of Nostre Cid
Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head
Get it right I'm a soldier till I'm dead
This kid is white with buttonholes inside that bled
I'm pumping o's with lots of hay
I'm so high and really I don't even know why
And oh I just go buy a whole house
And lay my mat down lay her back down
But I never put my mack down
You see the thug in me
You know Weezy he the young son of Bubba-B
Buy my basketball shorts with a thunder B
If you want it then come to

[Verse 1]
I live it up like these are my last days
If time is money, I'm an hour past paid
Ughh, gunpowder in my hourglass
Niggas faker than some flour in a powder bag
Yeah, I put it down like my hands hurting
I'm on a natural high, but I land perfect
Some of us are lovers, most of y'all haters
But I put up a wall, and they just wallpaper
So love or hate me, I stay hate-free
They say we learn from mistakes, that's why they mistake me
I got some weight on my shoulders, to me it's like feathers
All hail Weezy, call it bad weather
I stick to the script, I memorize the lines

Cause life is a movie that I've seen too many times
You're on the outside looking in, close the blinds
And they say never say never, but fuck your nevermind
I've been gone too long
True or false, right or wrong
Hello Weezy, welcome home

[Hook 1]
Blunt blowin'
Polo drawers showin'
I don't give a lovely motherfuck ass nigga
With my money growing, no matter where you going
You don't need a bus pass, for me to bust yo ass nigga

[Verse 2]
Stunna, I got em, I'm back on them bitches
All about my riches, my name should be Richard
Cut the bullshit out, I'm Edward with the scissors
Life is a choice, and death is a decision
Times have changed, but fuck it get a new watch
I still got the vision like a line between two dots
Young money's eating, the label getting fatter
And yea, the tables turned, but I'm still sitting at em
I'm a bad motherfucker, cuz the good die young
Everybody selling dreams, I'm too cheap to buy one
Man when that cookie crumble, everybody want a crumb
Shoot that hummingbird down, Hummingbird don't hum
Big money, big money, deep pockets
Money talks, and motherfuckers eavesdropping
Bunch of bloods, you could call it blood clotting
East side, My Piru Damu, I'mma

[Hook 2]
Blunt blowin'
Polo drawers showin'
I don't give a lovely motherfuck ass nigga
With my teeth glowing, I'm on my Deebowin'
You don't need a bus pass, for me to bust yo ass nigga

[Verse 3]
Light that Ashton Kutcher, I'm a limit pusher
Y'all dead meat, and me im just a butcher
I do it for the money, man I am such a hooker
And freedom was my girl, until they fucking took her
You can look into the future, its right behind your eyelids
But I don't wanna know, cuz shit I like surprises
Why that, why this, why you on that why shit?
Motherfucker ask me why, I say YM
Beach bum, call me ocean drive slim
Drop the top, look up and make the sky grin
Young moola, skinnies and some supras
Belly of the beast till it pukes
Motherfucker

[Hook 2]

[Outro]
I've been gone too long
True or false, right or wrong
[X3]
Hello Weezy, welcome home
It's young moola, baby

Yea shorty, you know what I'm talking bout'
I peep these niggas out here they slipping like they ain't bout
Money no more man, so what fuck
You know what we goin' do ha?
We goin' do what we been doing nigga
We goin' load up, get a lot mo' and a lot mo' and say fuck em'
Nigga
Keep fucking hoes
Loading up on mo' bitches
Then you know what I'm saying, we goin' get greedy too nigga
I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind

I got it, I got it,
Murder capital, only key to survive is kill
If the elements don't murder you the riders will for real
And niggas know I goes hard to the fullest
Get involved and I got' em' playing dodge ball with bullets, Yeah
I got the sawed off fully, in the Sean John hoody
Get fucked ya play pussy
We hit em' up when they ain't looking and them body shots hurt
And the head shots took him
Damn
And if the read dot spot him then the hollow head got him
Knock his top to his bottom jack
You see me grind from the bottom just to make it to the bottom
At the very bottom of the map
Lou-easy-ana piranhas everywhere you at
You gotta weigh an extra condom and an extra gat
You bitch could get it for acting like a man
Them niggas in Pakistan ain't packin' like ya man
I back his hand ya man on command
In front of niggas he cool with the boys on fam
I'm on, I am just in different climates,
Ducking the animal keep on running wit my primates
You ain't did it till you done it like in 5 states,
Weezy hustle no blubber I put on weight
And in a drought I go on I diet and stretch more
Loose all that weight, leave a nigga with stretch marks
You don't even come up to a nigga chest paw, super,
What the fuck they play it in the club for
Real shit I'm ducking bombs from a drug war,
No religion but the cops swear that I'm a drug lord
Father forgive em' for they no not who they pushing lord
Father forgive me if I have to send them to ya lord
I'm just trying to dodge the shots they send to the god
They riding up highway to heaven boulevard
Damn, them niggas pussy and jive,
Not even in an eye exam they ain't looking for "I"
The A and the K will make ya face crook to the side
Now when you smiling everybody gotta look from the side
Cause when you wilding you ain't looking, you just looking high
And when we hungry you look like pie
Sweet potato ass nigga, you lemon meringue, apple custard, cherry jelly
Don't make me get the biscuit buster
What up gizzle you my distant brother
Real shit nigga same father different mother, yep
I skip the fronting and sticks to keeping it trill
You not know me for nothing other than people you feel, I'm deeper for real
I'm deeper than skills, my speeches can kill
Rest in peace

Yeah, you under-dig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,
If you bout money nigga come fuck with us,
If you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga
And whatever you bout we bout it,
However you wanna get it we can give it to ya
Order bitch, ya under-dig
Put ya prints in nigga
Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll

Hey, hey
You sleep in a field for trying the dude
I bust ya head until the meat turns ya mind to food
Foot for thought, think I ain't lying to you
I lie his body in grease set fire to him
I tie his body in sheets, put the tires to him
Make him feel the escalade, put his feet in the blades, damn!
I'm near heating and blaze a nigga keep
They ways when I'm in the streets with blades
Watch, my nigga hungry, he'll eat the plate
And if I ask, the homeboy will eat'cha face, yea
And though he got me, you can ask, I'm like a pool table
I keep the eight
My side pocket sideways
When I pop it leave a nigga sideways
For five days
Birdman talk to em'

Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty
If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us

Hey, hey
Check my swag, I travel like sound dog
You play hard in the gravel like ground dog
I'm underground call me groundhog
Lay down logs call me ground law
Don't confuse me with the law, nah but just confuse me with my paw
Because I am the Birdman J-R
I ain't tripping nigga, I play the corner like Ripkin nigga
With the 40 cal Ripkin nigga, rip a nigga
Flip ya vehicle, split ya windshield
Wack ya baby momma but I let the kid live
And people say that I am a kid still, cause the lil' nigga still rides on big wheels
You feeling animal then come on and get killed
And sig pill bandannas like banana's
Say I'm slight bananas I blow a weekend in Havana
In my cabana,
With my bottom bitch from savanna
Man a train couldn't stop ya man
I man up and you not a man
I stand up, say I got my land
I'm the man of my land
Call it Lil-Weezy-ana
That's the new plan

Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga
That's the only way
Dumb shit we bout that get at me
Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga

Yea shorty, you know what I'm talking bout'
I peep these niggas out here they slipping like they ain't bout
Money no more man, so what fuck
You know what we goin' do ha?
We goin' do what we been doing nigga
We goin' load up, get a lot mo' and a lot mo' and say fuck em'
Nigga
Keep fucking hoes
Loading up on mo' bitches
Then you know what I'm saying, we goin' get greedy too nigga
I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind

I got it, I got it,
Murder capital, only key to survive is kill
If the elements don't murder you the riders will for real
And niggas know I goes hard to the fullest
Get involved and I got' em' playing dodge ball with bullets, Yeah
I got the sawed off fully, in the Sean John hoody
Get fucked ya play pussy
We hit em' up when they ain't looking and them body shots hurt
And the head shots took him
Damn
And if the read dot spot him then the hollow head got him
Knock his top to his bottom jack
You see me grind from the bottom just to make it to the bottom
At the very bottom of the map
Lou-easy-ana piranhas everywhere you at
You gotta weigh an extra condom and an extra gat
You bitch could get it for acting like a man
Them niggas in Pakistan ain't packin' like ya man
I back his hand ya man on command
In front of niggas he cool with the boys on fam
I'm on, I am just in different climates,
Ducking the animal keep on running wit my primates
You ain't did it till you done it like in 5 states,
Weezy hustle no blubber I put on weight
And in a drought I go on I diet and stretch more
Loose all that weight, leave a nigga with stretch marks
You don't even come up to a nigga chest paw, super,
What the fuck they play it in the club for
Real shit I'm ducking bombs from a drug war,
No religion but the cops swear that I'm a drug lord
Father forgive em' for they no not who they pushing lord
Father forgive me if I have to send them to ya lord
I'm just trying to dodge the shots they send to the god
They riding up highway to heaven boulevard
Damn, them niggas pussy and jive,
Not even in an eye exam they ain't looking for "I"
The A and the K will make ya face crook to the side
Now when you smiling everybody gotta look from the side
Cause when you wilding you ain't looking, you just looking high
And when we hungry you look like pie
Sweet potato ass nigga, you lemon meringue, apple custard, cherry jelly
Don't make me get the biscuit buster
What up gizzle you my distant brother
Real shit nigga same father different mother, yep
I skip the fronting and sticks to keeping it trill
You not know me for nothing other than people you feel, I'm deeper for real
I'm deeper than skills, my speeches can kill
Rest in peace

Yeah, you under-dig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,
If you bout money nigga come fuck with us,
If you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga
And whatever you bout we bout it,
However you wanna get it we can give it to ya
Order bitch, ya under-dig
Put ya prints in nigga
Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll

Hey, hey
You sleep in a field for trying the dude
I bust ya head until the meat turns ya mind to food
Foot for thought, think I ain't lying to you
I lie his body in grease set fire to him
I tie his body in sheets, put the tires to him
Make him feel the escalade, put his feet in the blades, damn!
I'm near heating and blaze a nigga keep
They ways when I'm in the streets with blades
Watch, my nigga hungry, he'll eat the plate
And if I ask, the homeboy will eat'cha face, yea
And though he got me, you can ask, I'm like a pool table
I keep the eight
My side pocket sideways
When I pop it leave a nigga sideways
For five days
Birdman talk to em'

Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty
If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us

Hey, hey
Check my swag, I travel like sound dog
You play hard in the gravel like ground dog
I'm underground call me groundhog
Lay down logs call me ground law
Don't confuse me with the law, nah but just confuse me with my paw
Because I am the Birdman J-R
I ain't tripping nigga, I play the corner like Ripkin nigga
With the 40 cal Ripkin nigga, rip a nigga
Flip ya vehicle, split ya windshield
Wack ya baby momma but I let the kid live
And people say that I am a kid still, cause the lil' nigga still rides on big wheels
You feeling animal then come on and get killed
And sig pill bandannas like banana's
Say I'm slight bananas I blow a weekend in Havana
In my cabana,
With my bottom bitch from savanna
Man a train couldn't stop ya man
I man up and you not a man
I stand up, say I got my land
I'm the man of my land
Call it Lil-Weezy-ana
That's the new plan

Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga
That's the only way
Dumb shit we bout that get at me
Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga

[Mike Posner]
Once I throw on this, once I throw on this
Its over girl
Once I throw on this, once I throw on this
Its over girl.

I hear you knock knock knock baby come on up
I hope you got got got something in yo’ cup
Cause I’m three shots deep and I aint tryna sleep
Get your redbull on cause I’m ready

You’ve been playin hard to get with me all night
We both know exactly what you want right
Don’t tell me what you won’t do
Tell me what you gon’ do, whatchu gon’ do

Once I throw on this bowchickawowwow
Whatchu gonna say
You act like you gon leave
But I know that you gon’ stay
Break it down dicky downdown
Girl dont even play
Once I set the mood right I’ma make sound like

I’ma make you sound like

Are you tryna make me late wait wait till the second date
But I cant cant cant even comtemplate
Waiting one more minute lemme jump in it
I brought you flowers and a teddy


You’ve been playin hard to get with me all night
We both know exactly what you want right
Don’t tell me what you won’t do
Tell me what you gon’ do whatchu gon’ do

Once I throw on this bow chicka wow wow
Whatchu gonna say
You act like you gon leave
But I know that you gon’ stay
Break it down dicky downdown
Girl dont even play
Once I set the mood right Ima make you sound like

Yeah I can make you sound like



[Lil Wayne]
I gotta leather couch
and a black mic
and we all alone
what it sound like
the night was dead
we found life
I know I talk shit
but it sound right
you say you can’t
but that’s affair
gotta give something
something’s gotta give
I bet you love it
I went to bed
Now we went up … cigarattes

Now I aint even gotta say shit
To make you feel alive girl you know you like that
Owohowohowowoh
Say I aint even gotta say shit
To make you feel alive girl you know you like that
Owohowohowowoh

Once I throw on this bowchickawowwow
Whatchu gonna say
You act like you gon leave
But I know that you gon’ stay
Break it down dicky downdown
Girl dont even play
Once I set the mood right I’ma make you sound like

Yeah Ima ima make ya

Once I throw on this, once I throw on this
Its over girl
Once I throw on this,once I throw on this
Its over girl

[Mike Posner]
Once I throw on this, once I throw on this
Its over girl
Once I throw on this, once I throw on this
Its over girl.

I hear you knock knock knock baby come on up
I hope you got got got something in yo’ cup
Cause I’m three shots deep and I aint tryna sleep
Get your redbull on cause I’m ready

You’ve been playin hard to get with me all night
We both know exactly what you want right
Don’t tell me what you won’t do
Tell me what you gon’ do, whatchu gon’ do

Once I throw on this bowchickawowwow
Whatchu gonna say
You act like you gon leave
But I know that you gon’ stay
Break it down dicky downdown
Girl dont even play
Once I set the mood right I’ma make sound like

I’ma make you sound like

Are you tryna make me late wait wait till the second date
But I cant cant cant even comtemplate
Waiting one more minute lemme jump in it
I brought you flowers and a teddy


You’ve been playin hard to get with me all night
We both know exactly what you want right
Don’t tell me what you won’t do
Tell me what you gon’ do whatchu gon’ do

Once I throw on this bow chicka wow wow
Whatchu gonna say
You act like you gon leave
But I know that you gon’ stay
Break it down dicky downdown
Girl dont even play
Once I set the mood right Ima make you sound like

Yeah I can make you sound like



[Lil Wayne]
I gotta leather couch
and a black mic
and we all alone
what it sound like
the night was dead
we found life
I know I talk shit
but it sound right
you say you can’t
but that’s affair
gotta give something
something’s gotta give
I bet you love it
I went to bed
Now we went up … cigarattes

Now I aint even gotta say shit
To make you feel alive girl you know you like that
Owohowohowowoh
Say I aint even gotta say shit
To make you feel alive girl you know you like that
Owohowohowowoh

Once I throw on this bowchickawowwow
Whatchu gonna say
You act like you gon leave
But I know that you gon’ stay
Break it down dicky downdown
Girl dont even play
Once I set the mood right I’ma make you sound like

Yeah Ima ima make ya

Once I throw on this, once I throw on this
Its over girl
Once I throw on this,once I throw on this
Its over girl

"Bring It Back"
(feat. Mannie Fresh)

[Mannie Fresh]
Ladies and gentlemen,
People with jobs,
People without jobs,
Middle class,
Upper class,
High class, all dat,
Cats, snakes, chickens, ducks,
Elderly people and twerkers

Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump,
Put ya back in,
Back out
Do da hump.
Put ya hands on ya knees
And bend ya rump,
Put ya back in,
Back out do da hump,

[Lil Wayne]
Well, I'm fly as son of a gun a son
Of a Stunna, (yep)
High as a 757 goin to heaven, (no)
Weezy F da reverend preach about me I'm da god 1-7 apple and E
I'm da Cash Money Makaveli
Yall aint ready, break fast like Tom Petty,
Ya'll just petty
82' I was born ready,
I'm too ready,
Ya'll Betty Crocker balla blockas, I'm too heavy
Meatball Lamborghini,
Top spaghetti,
Seats Ragu,
Uh 20 inch shoes,
Ohh me and you got plenty to do,
I don't need no pool I'm swimmin in you,
And I sleep with da sharks,
Shorty on da water water,
And I be ma 840 mama,
Shake sumfin fo' me,
And it dont make sense if it don't make dat money,
Ima take dat money,...

[Mannie Fresh]
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump,
Put ya back in,
Back out
Do da hump.
Put ya hands on ya knees
And bend ya rump,
Put ya back in,
Back out do da hump,

[Lil Wayne]
I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee)
I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee)
I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee)
I bring it back to da bottom of da

[Lil Wayne]
I take off my brim,
Moment of silence of my homeboy Souljah Slim (yeh)
Frontin roun' here will get ya back dropped off,
We do our own thing
We dont act like yall
I say black white walls wit da back wiped off
Ah, ya'll lil' bustas just a tax write off
I'm a stand up guy, not da type dat
Fall
We dont breed them kind, but they bleed just fine
Yup, Weezy da one only read between da line,
If you can't boy, read ma nine,
I'm goin hard in da black white diesel time,
Either I'm da illest cat doin' it or these cats is losin it
I be Eazy, fall back and be coo wit it,
Ball barrer is movin it,
Dead float I'm through with it
I'm da SHH,
Na, na, I'm sewerage
Weezy F, baby, I do dis here!!

[Mannie Fresh]
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump,
Put ya back in,
Back out
Do da hump.
Put ya hands on ya knees
And bend ya rump,
Put ya back in,
Back out do da hump,

[Lil Wayne]
I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee)
I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee)
I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee)
I bring it back to da bottom of da

[Lil Wayne]
I'm old school gangsta,
I act like 80,
I look like Zetha but act like Baby
You play with me I'll react like da Navy,
Nah, betta yet da ARMY, yall gon' need dem fo' me
And ya head is a beepin' target,
You don't want me to see you with my peekin' tourmis,
Wizzle Fizzle, I keep in New Orleans,
Sleepin with women that sleep with da Hornets
Country boy there's sumfin foreign,
Bout a hundred thousand
More than what your in
Your not BOUT IT, y
Ou freeze up like popsicles,
Pop up on bicycles,
Pop yall like spot pimples (yup) Wizzle Fizzle
Original HOT BIZZLE,
Still Lil' Wanye but da dividends not LIL,
Yeah, don't be suprised how da chrome feel,
Uhh get down, uhh get down,
Man I'm gettin frustrated

[Mannie Fresh]
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump,
Put ya back in,
Back out
Do da hump.
Put ya hands on ya knees
And bend ya rump,
Put ya back in,
Back out do da hump,

[Lil Wayne]
I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee)
I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee)
I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee)
I bring it back to da bottom of da

[Lil Wayne talking]
Uhh, da best rapper alive,
Since da best rapper retired,
(uhh yeh yeh yeh)
Da best rapper alive,
Since da best rapper retired,

"Bring It Back"
(feat. Mannie Fresh)

[Mannie Fresh]
Ladies and gentlemen,
People with jobs,
People without jobs,
Middle class,
Upper class,
High class, all dat,
Cats, snakes, chickens, ducks,
Elderly people and twerkers

Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump,
Put ya back in,
Back out
Do da hump.
Put ya hands on ya knees
And bend ya rump,
Put ya back in,
Back out do da hump,

[Lil Wayne]
Well, I'm fly as son of a gun a son
Of a Stunna, (yep)
High as a 757 goin to heaven, (no)
Weezy F da reverend preach about me I'm da god 1-7 apple and E
I'm da Cash Money Makaveli
Yall aint ready, break fast like Tom Petty,
Ya'll just petty
82' I was born ready,
I'm too ready,
Ya'll Betty Crocker balla blockas, I'm too heavy
Meatball Lamborghini,
Top spaghetti,
Seats Ragu,
Uh 20 inch shoes,
Ohh me and you got plenty to do,
I don't need no pool I'm swimmin in you,
And I sleep with da sharks,
Shorty on da water water,
And I be ma 840 mama,
Shake sumfin fo' me,
And it dont make sense if it don't make dat money,
Ima take dat money,...

[Mannie Fresh]
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump,
Put ya back in,
Back out
Do da hump.
Put ya hands on ya knees
And bend ya rump,
Put ya back in,
Back out do da hump,

[Lil Wayne]
I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee)
I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee)
I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee)
I bring it back to da bottom of da

[Lil Wayne]
I take off my brim,
Moment of silence of my homeboy Souljah Slim (yeh)
Frontin roun' here will get ya back dropped off,
We do our own thing
We dont act like yall
I say black white walls wit da back wiped off
Ah, ya'll lil' bustas just a tax write off
I'm a stand up guy, not da type dat
Fall
We dont breed them kind, but they bleed just fine
Yup, Weezy da one only read between da line,
If you can't boy, read ma nine,
I'm goin hard in da black white diesel time,
Either I'm da illest cat doin' it or these cats is losin it
I be Eazy, fall back and be coo wit it,
Ball barrer is movin it,
Dead float I'm through with it
I'm da SHH,
Na, na, I'm sewerage
Weezy F, baby, I do dis here!!

[Mannie Fresh]
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump,
Put ya back in,
Back out
Do da hump.
Put ya hands on ya knees
And bend ya rump,
Put ya back in,
Back out do da hump,

[Lil Wayne]
I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee)
I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee)
I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee)
I bring it back to da bottom of da

[Lil Wayne]
I'm old school gangsta,
I act like 80,
I look like Zetha but act like Baby
You play with me I'll react like da Navy,
Nah, betta yet da ARMY, yall gon' need dem fo' me
And ya head is a beepin' target,
You don't want me to see you with my peekin' tourmis,
Wizzle Fizzle, I keep in New Orleans,
Sleepin with women that sleep with da Hornets
Country boy there's sumfin foreign,
Bout a hundred thousand
More than what your in
Your not BOUT IT, y
Ou freeze up like popsicles,
Pop up on bicycles,
Pop yall like spot pimples (yup) Wizzle Fizzle
Original HOT BIZZLE,
Still Lil' Wanye but da dividends not LIL,
Yeah, don't be suprised how da chrome feel,
Uhh get down, uhh get down,
Man I'm gettin frustrated

[Mannie Fresh]
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump,
Put ya back in,
Back out
Do da hump.
Put ya hands on ya knees
And bend ya rump,
Put ya back in,
Back out do da hump,

[Lil Wayne]
I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee)
I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee)
I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee)
I bring it back to da bottom of da

[Lil Wayne talking]
Uhh, da best rapper alive,
Since da best rapper retired,
(uhh yeh yeh yeh)
Da best rapper alive,
Since da best rapper retired,

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]

(Swizz Beatz)
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a, can a drummer get
can a, can a drummer get
Can, can a drummer get
(Can a drummer get some)

(Game)
Boom, guess who stepped in the room
Dressed in black diamonds like a fucking monsoon
Back from the dead but they never found my killer
So I jumped up out this grave like Michael Jackson in thriller
Iller than most emcee's cause I be killin' 'em
Most emcee's turn into ghost emcee's
Yeah, give a drummer some
If 32 seville when that all black Hummer run
Face off, Nicholas Cage with a gauge
I'm famous for killin' rappers, my style, grenade
Cook shit like Rae, the chef Raekwon
The beats are filet mignon without the A1.
Who walk like a pitbull, You? who bitch please
I ate your favourite rapper's heart out with a 16
Didn't hit the switch on something with fiends
Make money with Ruff Ryders, homie, thats Swizz Cheese!

(Swizz Beatz)
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a, can a drummer get
can a, can a drummer get
Can, can a drummer get
(Can a drummer get some)

(Lil Wayne)
Bang, guess who checked in the game
Smoke in the air like LeBron James
Running this shit like he Ron Dayne
Pull out my dick and just pee on flames
She on Wayne, but she ain't what I be on
I'm Leon, I pee on you pee-on's for eon's
I'm in my prime like Deion
I'mma shine like neon
I'm a Lion like Leon
But I'm 'bout to go off, cause that is all I know of

I don't have to show y'all, I'd rather show off
Yeah, Travis on the Drums
Travis on the beat
Wayne got the smoke and Game got the heat
Weezy F I'm an Fing star
Haha, get it? I'm an FN star
Ha, and it's the Rock you bastards
If I'm the rockstar, will rock you bastards

(Swizz Beatz)
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a, can a drummer get
can a, can a drummer get
Can, can a drummer get
(Can a drummer get some)

(Rick Ross)
Tupac and Juice riding on the loose
King James round my neck, haters wish it was a noose
Long Maybach and I wish it was a coupe
Kush out the jar, car smellin' like duke
Quarter milli on the seat, yeah I know I'm a goof
Designer underwear she knows I'm a goose
Got the wide body I'm a fat muthaf-cker
In Swahili I'm screaming stack muthaf-cker
Ya homie won't stop until I decide to
Until then I'm making rollie's for the homies to ride to
Smokes on the folds, folks wanna know
Bitch I'mma boss, best foots on the blow
Keep the hat pulled over, Big P on the front
Travis on the drums, big weed on the blunt
Being Savage where I'm from, Girls manage from the jump
Don't trap me like a punk, Travis handing me the pumps, so

(Swizz Beatz)
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a, can a drummer get
can a, can a drummer get
Can, can a drummer get
(Can a drummer get some)

Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a, can a drummer get
can a, can a drummer get
Can, can a drummer get
(Can a drummer get some)

(Swizz Beatz)
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a, can a drummer get
can a, can a drummer get
Can, can a drummer get
(Can a drummer get some)

(Game)
Boom, guess who stepped in the room
Dressed in black diamonds like a fucking monsoon
Back from the dead but they never found my killer
So I jumped up out this grave like Michael Jackson in thriller
Iller than most emcee's cause I be killin' 'em
Most emcee's turn into ghost emcee's
Yeah, give a drummer some
If 32 seville when that all black Hummer run
Face off, Nicholas Cage with a gauge
I'm famous for killin' rappers, my style, grenade
Cook shit like Rae, the chef Raekwon
The beats are filet mignon without the A1.
Who walk like a pitbull, You? who bitch please
I ate your favourite rapper's heart out with a 16
Didn't hit the switch on something with fiends
Make money with Ruff Ryders, homie, thats Swizz Cheese!

(Swizz Beatz)
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a, can a drummer get
can a, can a drummer get
Can, can a drummer get
(Can a drummer get some)

(Lil Wayne)
Bang, guess who checked in the game
Smoke in the air like LeBron James
Running this shit like he Ron Dayne
Pull out my dick and just pee on flames
She on Wayne, but she ain't what I be on
I'm Leon, I pee on you pee-on's for eon's
I'm in my prime like Deion
I'mma shine like neon
I'm a Lion like Leon
But I'm 'bout to go off, cause that is all I know of

I don't have to show y'all, I'd rather show off
Yeah, Travis on the Drums
Travis on the beat
Wayne got the smoke and Game got the heat
Weezy F I'm an Fing star
Haha, get it? I'm an FN star
Ha, and it's the Rock you bastards
If I'm the rockstar, will rock you bastards

(Swizz Beatz)
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a, can a drummer get
can a, can a drummer get
Can, can a drummer get
(Can a drummer get some)

(Rick Ross)
Tupac and Juice riding on the loose
King James round my neck, haters wish it was a noose
Long Maybach and I wish it was a coupe
Kush out the jar, car smellin' like duke
Quarter milli on the seat, yeah I know I'm a goof
Designer underwear she knows I'm a goose
Got the wide body I'm a fat muthaf-cker
In Swahili I'm screaming stack muthaf-cker
Ya homie won't stop until I decide to
Until then I'm making rollie's for the homies to ride to
Smokes on the folds, folks wanna know
Bitch I'mma boss, best foots on the blow
Keep the hat pulled over, Big P on the front
Travis on the drums, big weed on the blunt
Being Savage where I'm from, Girls manage from the jump
Don't trap me like a punk, Travis handing me the pumps, so

(Swizz Beatz)
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a, can a drummer get
can a, can a drummer get
Can, can a drummer get
(Can a drummer get some)

Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a, can a drummer get
can a, can a drummer get
Can, can a drummer get
(Can a drummer get some)