Lyrics:
sucker
Don't go below the navel
I'm up in Lil' Hatti
I'm blowin' on Jamaica
I'm in the pimper beemer
I'm with a salt shaker
Now I'm in Dade County
I see
If I get past this
You losin that money
By being dramatic
We gon get active
In the streets I'm never lackin
Blowin her back out
Then blowin it back in
lawn
It's the protege of 50, inspired by Biggie
Burns more than Ziggy, them lil' niggas dig me
I been stressed out lately, so I'm smokin more than
my notes, Wayne)
Certified goon
(yeah) , the lock's on standby (What up)
I just need a couple real
Niggas I can stand by (yeah, C-M-B)
A bad bitch with
Wayne, what up, though?
You know what time it is, let's get it
I get that one shit, sell it, throw the profit in the stash
Gotta toss me what I
mine)
And I got that gas fah sell (Sell)
And I gotta pack by the mail (Mail)
Lil shorty she like how I smell (Smell)
The money treating me well (Well)
' Wayne, the homie
Pimp see, we got a lil' story to tell y'all where we come from.
I come from where a Chevy wit a trunk full of bump is all that is
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
ballin'
Then you just another white boy, Alec Baldwin
Yeah, sayin' I'm the best out
But he just blowin' money with the chest out
He ain't just another white
we rideeeeee
Blowin smoke by the O’s and it’s potent
(By the O’s baby)
Now they movin slow motion
How we rideeeeee
We roll
We roll
(We rollin’
the music
Roll down the windows
Turn the corner
And let loose with the,
If ya don't know now
Then ya never will learn
You ca play with Lil' Wayne
rapper in the game no arguing (arguing)
And I don't even write, pause
Un-pause this, so keep ya bitch ass lines inside the margin
Lil Wayne dot com
they have to send my baby home?"
Fuckin' with some nigga, that paper long
Been a g in the game now my son on the throne
[Lil Wayne]
I am the beast
Feed
Bgi we goin up
We goin up
We goin up
Bgi we goin up
We goin up
We goin up
Run it up till we blowin up
Pussy ass niggaa aint showin up
BGI we goin up
a lil' money, got a lot more colder (colder)
My top don't roll up, it fold up (fold up)
My money don't fold up, it build up
You niggas ain't fly, get
nigga
Cooler than anti-freeze defrost on your window pane - Lil Wayne
But in Hollywood it's Litt-le Wayne
Don't make me nut
So that's why I got
my chain boy
Scream Cash Money and this is Lil Wayne boy
If you want talk you die quick in tha dark
We said we was gone ball till
We fall it ain't my
money and I was blowin' it
Tell me where the love at, cause I been lookin' for it daily
And I been callin' all my lil' brothers and tellin' them, get
Wayne
My girl lookin like Kim k
Imma turn her to my main thang
Not the first on to do it
Just the first one to do it right
Couple bunnies right by my side
[Chorus:]
[Bow Wow:]
I'm a young nigga with money
What she gon tell you young nigga with some money
[Lil' Wayne:]
Hay you young nigga with money(that's me)
up blowin' dope
My Uncle came home and got straight on them hoes
I go by the Don if you kno' you kno'
See bout certain shit I never can trip
Never
[Lil Wayne]
Got a early call from Kisha
Kisha wanted me to meet her
She said she thought it was time to make the relationship get deeper
Said
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
[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
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