Lyrics:
a shot like you tryna have a food fight then
cll my opps waitin' for me to be you, I bet (walk on by)
Said I got drive, I don't need a car
Money really all
to the sto
Got rushed by the po
Screaming get on the ground nigger
Pistol whip, fingers on the damn triggers
Rodney King, a lil blood on your sneaks
Leakin
gotta get more big game and a lil piece
I need tall money and a lil bitch (Come on)
Kick game on Liu Kang
And my, whip game on Bruce Wayne
I'm coolin'
(M-Money in the way)
And I can't see cause its money in the way (I can't see)
Repeat
[Verse 2] (Lil? Wayne)
I?m getting payed that?s all I have to say
you need a man to make you feel secure then baby
You ain't gotta look no more I got the cure
You want money and jewels (jewels)
You want clothes
(Lil' Wayne)
I strike a load
you get served like we toke with
fake busta get smoked with
aproach it
I explode it
unload it
reload it
unload
I like money and clothes
I like fat freestyle flows
We in Tha Basement booth on BET
Big Tigger you know
It's goin' down, we slam harder than Onyx
I
she fastin'
Look at that ass it's fantastic
Go get that money lil bitty bitch (go get it)
Now hop on that pole and get nasty
She won't let you smash
her back for a real g, for a real g
You see the cars and the clothes, minor
Man I got beef on the roads, minor
Everyday spending it's all minor
Miss Match miss match miss match
Miss match everything miss match
Cars miss matched
Clothes miss matched
Hoes miss matched
Everything miss matched
seein' clouds
No bossin' but you need to throw in the towel
You talkin' 'bout cars and clothes and hoes
And money don't fold, the world is ours
We
hurt
Nigga set for life nigga puttin' in work
(Chorus) 2x
All kinds of cars
Neighborhood superstar
Feared by many and loved by broads
Verse 2: Baby
ain't Aaron (Aaron Brooks)
Nigga murkin' bitches, got me feelin' like 2Pac, "Do we hate our women?" (Hate our women)
I'ma kill lil' shawty by fuckin' her
shit
And lil bro don't drop a body, I ain't even gon' drop this, gat
Only thing I fuckin' care about is money and me (gang)
And I swear to God
(Tahj Money, foreverrolling)
Ayy, I remember sharin' clothes
(Sharin' clothes)
Now I shop on Melrose (Melrose)
Stay strapped like velcro
Take his
doubt
Smoking while I ride got a birdie by my side
Pretty lil bitch keep a cup between her thighs
Kissing on her lips she in love with my eyes
That's ok
it by the gram, money loves my hands
I pull a few bands out a plastic bag
And it all add up
I'm real good with the math
I turn a quarter of the gas
[Hook]
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
[Lil Wayne Verse 1]
Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
English, I'm mikey, wayne vanish
I go by weezy f b thass who I be
You don't wanna lose me like new Id
I beat up the track like the new ali
And leaving eye
Money, hoes, cars and clothes, that's how all my niggas know
Blowin dro on 24's
That's how all my niggas roll
Money, hoes, cars and clothes
(I make big money I drive big cars everybody know me
I make big money I drive big cars everybody know m
I make big money I drive big cars everybody
talkin' about a measly nine shots
Yeah I'm chopper happy and my wrist loose
Call me Goldie, I'll smack your b*tch too
[Verse 7: Lil Wayne]
Five oh four
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
and the clothes and the fame, but like John Doe
y'all don't know my name
Spiders
Fast money, fast women, fast cars, I'm living, level up, level up, level up, hey,
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