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R.I.P., Willie Clay, still J-Black

My nigga, Lil' Rick, he was out with the Mack
I'm gettin' money, in the mornin', boy, I know it's good
My BGs

you
We smashin' nigguhs by the hour
I'll send my dog to dog you, you're dog food
My son'll blam you for a
Half ounce of dog food

Yeah, that's my lil

gone get you
Stuntin like my daddy yea call me lil Wayne
Wit dis big AK ready to blow a nigga brains
Badass bitch I'll make her scream my name
I put it

Should I pop the zan or the perk 
All this money a nigga been getting
Its starting to fuck wit my nerves 
And my bitch keep on bitchin I miss her

slum going down, trapping out da Buick. trapping out them
I wanna Knot, baby, just like Doolin' Knots
FOR dat money slum Rob like he--
, speed with

a lil cheddy yah
Why you get nervous palms gettin sweaty yah
Cause dey no eye ball Fetty Wap
Why you just sounding down
Yeah dat typa hurt come around

eyes

It's Lil Weezy, for real
Only Cash Money Hot Boy that stood still
I got a good deal
I'm from a trill hood, I smoke real good
Slide on them

Look at Me

Lil Wayne

XXX [Original Soundtrack] [Bonus Tracks]

2002

eyes

It's Lil Weezy, for real
Only Cash Money Hot Boy that stood still
I got a good deal
I'm from a trill hood, I smoke real good
Slide on them

this hustle came out from the struggle
I got me the duffel to bed
I get the money, them hunnids come in by the bundle
They know that I'm gettin' this

Brown Paper Bag

Fat Joe

We the Best [Clean]

2007

the villain peeling in the jag
Just staring at the ceiling 10 women that you had
I was at the center now I see you feeling just a (fag?)

[Lil Wayne]
Just

Let's Get Funky

B.G.

It's All on U, Vol. 1

1997

for the capture
What you wan' do nigga
Mystikals who I'm after
Grab yo' steel and shoot
I'mma killer not a rapper
Lil' Wayne, he bout it too
I'mma

boogie

Young Drummer Boy

Listen, aye
Aye I popped two pills wit the Duce
Lil bitch drink it up like its koolaid
Hell ya I need my money by da due date

Welcome 2 Houston

Pimp C

The Boss of All Bosses

2009

hmm) Candy painted with the gloss
You can hate but that's the way a player floss
(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout
I'ma

Lil foe he was born up in Chicago
Lil foe he was raised by them cut throats
Lil foe know how to hustle and he get dough
Lil foe he ain't afraid

what I got in my cup but I'm way

Shawty on liquor, she do what it do
She say she wanna blow me like a flute (Doo doot)
I'm gettin money, I'm some like

respect my conglomerate, just respect my conglomerate (alright Bus', uh, ahem)

Young Money in charge
Yes, it's Lil Wayne but the money's enlarged

Iced out chain, Call me Lil Wayne
Got a bad bitch, She giving me brain
Suck on my cane, Like cocaine
Got me going insane, Playing Call of Duty
Bitch

Villa by da water
Forget about a quota
Speeding down the shoulder
Red Range Rover
Show up with money like Oprah
Ace of da spades
Cause it's broads all

ass, bump my Head a few times just to realize I'm the Man
I'm too dedicated to this shit, like Lil Wayne, move around all night, all black
Bruce Wayne

Kan'
He all the same
Flow like Lil Wayne on Tha Carter
And I'm signed to the Carter faculty
'Cause the Roc is in back of me
Actually, that look like

mofuckers better get some money
Or your corner or sommin you doug?
Wipe that frown off your face, we gettin it

Gunna think shit sweet
Nigga ain't shit funny

Know What I'm Doin'

Birdman

Major Flavours, Vol. 2

2007

the (brrrr), he always got the packs
M-I-Yayo, I'm gettin' cake, ho
If you don't love Cash Money, you can stay broke
Fifty on the chain, twenty for the piece

Know What I'm Doin'

Birdman

Hosted by the Game: Southern Slang

2007

the (brrrr), he always got the packs
M-I-Yayo, I'm gettin' cake, ho
If you don't love Cash Money, you can stay broke
Fifty on the chain, twenty for the piece

up.

[CHORUS] (2x):
Lil' Wayne: (Ay, ay, ay)
Now whussup with that?
Cause you know us don't play,
We bust the gats...
And we got ice all over,
With dubs