Lyrics:
give me lip love
I Dunn even showed love to the big girls And them skinny and the Minnie and lil stick girls
Even ran into that model ass rich girl
Better get out the way let my clique come through
You heard me
Chorus: [B.G. & Lil' Wayne]
Come around the wrong spot you will get shot
We make you drop
I'm sliding
Raised the opposite of Bruce Wayne
But we similar
He was raised rich me poor
But full of stamina
Trained in the arts that will damage ya
The Wrapper Ill Sell It To Em
Whole And Theyll Pay Me Faster, yea
Bitch Make Me Rich If Not Make Me Cum Then Make Me
Grits Bitch Blow On These Dice Make Me Rich
thought Lil Wayne was Weezy
But Weezy is Dwayne
[Chorus]
I was watching t.v. the other day right
Got this white guy on there
Talking about black
thought Lil Wayne was Weezy
But Weezy is Dwayne
[Chorus]
I was watching t.v. the other day right
Got this white guy on there
Talking about black
thought Lil Wayne was Weezy
But Weezy is Dwayne
[Chorus]
I was watching t.v. the other day right
Got this white guy on there
Talking about black
patek the wrist, make the racks flip
Imma go hard I’m never gon' quit
Ain’t talkin' Roddy, I’m tryna get Ricch
Yeah, want the money like Mitch
Me and my
at half-court
That's no cap like an afro, ooh
I swing that stick like Wayne Gretzky
I keep a K on me like I'm Coach K, Mike Krzyzewski
Hope you set
empala
Don't love'em don't need'em bitch sorry can't holla
verse 4: Lil Wayne
Now tell me what kinda
Nigga got diamonds that'll *bling* blind ya
I'm only
Go hating ass bitches now you got free front row
Nigga to my murder show
I'm a young rich nigga who be wilding
Every nigga 'round me got at least one
a chain
I like how she handles pain
She like how I think I’m Wayne
Lil Wayne Lo mein
Make it loud, go bang
Down a bottle, champagne
Light a tree, paper
[Verse 1 - Rich Boy]
Let me take ya through my hood where I was born and raised
Where niggas tote semi-automatics, busting them K's
Heavy guns
dogs like I'm making Chinese, food
Rude only when I gotta be
Sometimes I gotta tell myself
Not to bother me
"Tell Lil Wayne not to bother Weez!"
Shawty
stay on my dick 'cause she know that I'm rich
Best thing in life was me goin' legit
And realizin' half of you never exist
Poppin' that thing like she
cab (Yellow)
In the kitchen and I'm whippin' up a slab
(Whip) got five 80's in the trunk (Brrr)
Call me Quavo (Go)
Goin' in but I'm not Lil Wayne
nuff)
But that gold ain't make me rich (Iyee)
No, that gold ain't make me rich (me rich)
That gold ain't make me rich (me rich)
That gold ain't make me
gotta eater bitch she lick it up
The lil bitch ick as fuck
I gotta glizzy wit da beam and stuff
I swear it's sick as fuck
Don't run up, gon make me shoot
gotta do
Hey, hey, hey
POPeye shot this you lil bitch!
Gotta stack & reinvest so I can get more dividends
Shout out to my mom & dad, we some rich
problems, don't make me mad, huh (don't make me mad)
I'm too rich to send a hit, you better be glad, huh (better be glad)
Deep down in them trenches,
you my bro but talk behind my back just like a lil hoe
Bitch you gon make me hit my bang dance
That bang dance
That bang dance
That bang dance
That bang
niggas who run the town
Money on my mind like I'm Lil Wayne yeah, hunnid mill, twenty cars, only for the gang
Hunnid years, dead and gone, who gon' know
even talk my shit
They made me sit in the back, right by the trash, don't even know what I did, well
They think I'm worried 'bout math and momma was
nickeled and dimed and did dirt for dis
Do a show and sweat up my good shirt for dis
Snap back to toast I'll haveta hurt for dis
So when I get me a lil
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