Lyrics:
lil drop top but I ride in the back so I feel like the motherfucking pope
I feel like I'm Bruce Wayne cause I'm running the city and my competition's
on these records hundred thousand will make you special
Only thing I talk is money when I speak
Shawty seen this money in my pocket
Now she know that Homie
all the swag might create a lil puddle
Tryna get money bags lil Wayne with the duffels
Everyday struggle
How many times I gotta say it
The game is my
wide now
They know my name when I touch down
Barey bum di di bum bum(x2)
(what you tell em(x 2)
[Verse:Lil Chiko]
Talk all your crap and you getting
of the grill
With your foot in the gas
Nigga whippin out cash
Just blowin' the grass
(And you thought it wasn't)
[Lil Wayne]
Ay ay
Weezy the god bow down
my achilles
I bet you heard the talk that we're litty
By the shore short one surely she pretty
For really
She ain't ever forcing it with me
And I ain't
till a nigga deceased
Don't play with yo life
Because i can still take it
The value ain't nothing that shit is so cheap
While I'm drinking on Canada Dry
merchandise is a pair of socks
This pen is a tool that i use to connect the polka dots
Flow is unorthodox, tol ur granny to kick a rock
I don't give a fock, now
merchandise is a pair of socks
This pen is a tool that i use to connect the polka dots
Flow is unorthodox, tol ur granny to kick a rock
I don't give a fock, now
them, they make me throw up
I wish a bitch would spin, I'm like, "Please show up" (Rockaway)
When you talk to me, please don't bring a cheap ho up (yo,
to Napa Valley just to taste the grapes
Flew to H-Town just to get an eight
I got the industry wanna be me
The same imagery, all I see is lil' me
I'm in
snakes slithering
Dark Knight, I'm Bruce Wayne
Tied to my city, bound down by the chains
Make moves on the road
Step back, pass the rock to my boy Joe, he
in the game, go ask Lil' Wayne
Ask Judge Johnson, how many times he saw my face
For, "pistol here, pistol there," "violation here, violation here"
record, I'm highly respected
I'ma gangsta in the game, go ask lil' wayne
Ask judge Johnson, how many times he saw my face
For, "pistol here, pistol
was next out they damn mind
I don't want to hear no talk please everybody know yo talk cheap
When I speak know they listen this is man time
I make em
I can bust your lip
Because Allah made man, but man made speech
And speech is only talk, and talk is cheap
[ Delite ]
Well, like a boxer, we got
somethin'
Wine by the glass, your man a cheapskate, huh?
Niggas gotta move off my release day, huh?
Bitch, this is fame, not clout
I don't even know what
No
You is not one of us
You is not one of us
You cannot run with us
We is all murderers
Talk about run me some
You don't want beef with us
I'm from
Yeah
Yeah
330Boys Aye
Keep a pipe on me cause niggas they love to die
Good vibes only is how I live my life
By my vlonely if niggas start to lie
Got
right now
Only nigga that I trust
With my life right now
It's fucked up
Bitch I can't talk to nobody
Chilling with my favorite
Lil secret lil shorty
Nigga
thing
It's Lil Tunechi
I ain't on shit, I was born Wayne
Wish I was born rich millz what it do
Where them New York bitches
If these walls could talk
I
no, on a dime, shit is mine
Got to keep 'em comin' all the time (why?)
Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is
She suck me up bitch she freaky
Huh real life freak that's why she in love with me ah huh
Talk is cheap so bitch don't talk to me ah huh
Say la vie I
I need to talk to Mike Laury
Hello? This is Mike Laury (Mm-mm)
Dubba-AA flex (Mm)
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Only in my chopper I trust (Grrat)
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