Lyrics:
We turn this bitch into SOCOM 2
I'm the best rapper alive, Lil Wayne's migraine
Jay-Z's headache, touchin what the lead ain't
Motherfuck your feelings,
(they get fly), I am fly (I am fly) [x3]
Aight, ya niggas know me!
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Now I got money on money, and bitches on bitches
Bring my chopper
the basket with plastic
I smoke blunts on the regular fuck peelin' caps
Tryin' to make a million dollars out a quarter ounce
Gettin' chased by the five O
[Swiss Beats] Money, cars, clothes, hoes [x2]
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
[Lil Wayne] Mr Angel on the beat
Young mula baby, and the devil
rituals religion
And I'm like bitch you know I'm sipping till I die
My name is
Lil Wayne bitch
Weezy F Baby
Her name went
From whatever it was
To Lil Wayne
since I was born and
Think you gettin old money
Look dummy, see I'm all about a meal to gain
Youngin off the porch for that
Young money like lil wayne
Ahem
Young Money in charge
Yes its lil wayne but da moneys enlarged
Priorities young money && god
Now dey wanna know how i be gettin money on mars
realla
Hot boys we livin edges hope ya heard the word
Duckin the law runnin through ports with a flock of birds
We too hot
Chorus x 2
(Lil Wayne)
I have
Like "You ain't Lil' Wayne, you a lame
Man I got to go"
But I did it, and I was on a mission
And little by little a couple
Of 'em would get it
Was
Holy
Dis ain’t no play no jokey
Ur pockets lil like bo peep
Make em do da hokey pokey
Oh me
Oh my
How time
Does fly
I’m wit ur bitch somewhere gettin hi
, salute (yeah, uh)
It's Young Money, salute
So sick with the flow
Yeah, your cowboys know that Lil Twist
Been a pro way before Romo, no T.O
No
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
that it game now look we H-O-T
We ride in wars if we beef then we playin for keeps
(Lil Wayne)
What you ain't found out bout us
Cash Money
da bag at (Where da bag at?)
I need dat Right Now (Right Now)
Light up da sack right now (Right Now)
Da bottles should be gettin cracked by now (by
Money Dumb
By: Luvinnia Flowers
Money gottem dumb
Money gottem sprung
If I snap my fingas bitch
Watch the money come
My my
Money gottem dumb
Money
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
get better
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Here I come star rapper
I get the fast money
Short cute hot boy
And rap for cash money
Stand out
where you tread
Gotta keep on grinding gettin money till I am dead
I be whippin inna kitchen keep da strap by my bed
All y’all pussy bitches playin hell
play nigga
My lil' "G" Lil' Chuckee
Young money lil' G,
Battle juice in my blood,
Jumpin' at the boy,
Man, you better have ya bungee cord,
Since
Lil' Chuckee
Young money lil' G,
Battle juice in my blood
Jumpin' at the boy
Man, you better have ya bungee cord
Since Wayne took me off the leash
block, I hang hang
Who am I? Lil' Wayne, man
I represent CMB
My sell is ten a ki
I usually get in beef
Was taught that it's him or me
I pop
got the hot girls dipping)
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Ay, get off my dick, Hollygroove Weezy
Young money billionaire, Hermès winter ware
I'm trying to get
Target practice baby. Only thing is I'm not the shooter, I'm the bullet, BIAATCH!!!
G'd up from the feet up.
A-be-see D-E-F
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm
saved by da bell
Niggas getting saved by da bell
Niggas getting saved by da bell
Niggas gettin saved by da -
Yo
That's Red Beam Dream shit
Red Beam Dream
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