Lyrics:
Throw that ass for some ones
See we shop a lot and we like nice thangs
Money to blow louie bag with the key ring
Like Lil wayne said where the cash at?
Range (yeah)
With them fours on that thing, sitting next to Lil Wayne
I'm a beast, I'm a dog, yeah, yeah I rap harder (c'mon)
Mic in my hand, I run
not say lil wayne say weezy baby
Halla ta cha boys man
Ill still doin it with my boy fee
Ya gatta feel me thats tha boy aka mrenron
Yall ready know
show 'em how to do it
Yea
I remember grey skies now the hunnids blue
Now the cars, clothes, hoes coming by the two
I remember grey skies now the hunnids
chyah
Ay
Zaytoven
I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes (chyah, chyah)
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze (Lil Pump)
got a whole lot more weight to gain
And call me by my new name
(What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne
[Chorus]
(My nigga, featuring Lil Wayne
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
on the video wit Lil' Wayne 'n' T-Pain
In the back of the hummer truck like switchin' four lanes
Hollin' out woosh boy like money ain't a thang
I gave her
on like Trukfit
I know Lil Wayne, I know Lil Reese
I know Lil Herb, I know Lil Keef
I know Lil Boosie, that nigga free like this ass whooping
Come fuck with
Gone too far now n-
Mi gone too far now Nore (yeah, yeah)
Mi gone too far now Capone (Wicked)
Mi gone too far now Wayne
Gone too far now Lexx
little pocket money
Car body sylvester color
I'm somewhat of a son from a different cuttin
Juice n buttons pussycat tygas comin
Like shakes off new hummers
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
keep a stash safe kid, when I proposed it made her face big
She keep me jigg, glorifying medallions
Got me in clothes made by Italians, feed me
Money, Clothes, Cars, Hoes
That's all a player knows
Man, that's all a playa knows
Talkin Money, Clothes, Cars, Hoes
She left you the for the doe
niggaz
Birdman - a known shotcaller
Suburban man and Benzes and Prowlers
[Lil' Wayne]
(look - look - look - look)
Here comes Mister Bad nerves
What that
your money in discretion
We'll beat you and car jacks and leave you wit a concussion
We the gang, we mash and blast and maintain
Still the same, just
Switchin' my clothes like it's season, yeah
You ain't got motion, then beat it, yeah
You ain't got a car, then bitch beat it, yeah
If you ain't got no money
huh
I got them birdies comin' in by the flock now
Cause they heard a young nigga gettin' money now
Baguette my teeth, my drip, my clothes
Car too fast,
still in amazement by how my nigga just blazing
So much money we making we just toss and just waste it
On bullshit making rain like Wayne and Fat
Got my
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)
Lil Wayne
Spat it to my friends at lunch tables and then
By the end of the verse the smiles on their face were
Big grins they liked what I wrote
That
Did her like Lil Wayne
Made her bedrock
Catch him lacking when he riding
Shoot up the car
She know my future bright
She said she want a star
Popped
Ya played with the Lil' Ya now ya takin' yo last breath
Pop 'Em Up, Pop 'Em Up
Watch 'em bleed to death
Ya played with the Yella Boy now ya
Tell foreign hoes "I'm El Señor", my nigga
To the Moon like Warren, nigga
He ain't the plug unless he foreign, nigga
It ain't a car unless it's
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