Lyrics:
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
Shawty on molly, she got mood swings
Pull up, game strong like bruce wayne
Got her in my pocket like loose change
Freaking all night, haven't slept
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
ya momma (momma)
Repeat 1
[Wayne]
It's Cash Money youngest nigga
Right around ten figgas
That's what I (uh) work with
Pockets are (uh) perkin'
Money
[LIL' WAYNE]
Wha, wha, wha... (Look at them diamonds..)
Wha, wha, wha... (They shinin')
Wha, wha.... (Shinin, Shinin, Shinin)
Cash Money, Rich
nigga Tad he better rough them
Your girl open wide like them doors on my trucks
And my niggas bustin' niggas like they don't give a fuck
[Lil Wayne
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
her around give and go
I'm from Memphis mane, I know about the pimping game
Fireman lil Wayne, Missy can't stand the rain
Car light up, look like I'm
I throw Lil Wayne right at you
I throw some bling right at you, uh
Ice storm, might go 100 thousand dollars on the right arm
Chanel python, yellow
don't stop rappin
TSI got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
8BWe some presidential players, with money by the layers
8BAin't nuthin you broke
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
Cash Mo-ney Millionairs
So take it there
Yellow Viper, yellow Hummer, Yellow Benz
Yellow PT
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
Cash Mo-ney Millionairs
So take it there
Yellow Viper, yellow Hummer, Yellow Benz
Yellow PT
them big red lips
Fake ass trained hips
Mo money mo money
Young Damon Wayne's
She her soul to the devil just like Herman Cain
You the baddest bitch I've
niggas be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit
Niggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard
Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit, 40, I'm
Twisted man
Uh yea, it's Wayne Gretzky on his neck piece, (huh) got em feeling real
Hefty on his best week. Huh but let see (let's see), he say he make it
If my bullet stick out, you gon' really get the rest of me
(Toot toot) Twerk
Girl, I wanna see you twerk
I'll throw a lil' money if you twerk
I
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
We got that green stuff, Big Tite
Lil Flip the Leprechaun, Slim Thug the Boss Hogg
Fin to put it all in why'all face
I got too much money, too
on my lil pinky
Too much sauce, I done started leaking
I got more bars than precincts
I got more cars than Reese's, uh uh
I got more heart than niggas
they worried bout is some weed And all lil these girls missing.
Tryna lock us up for good
Just to keep us from our lil ones
You a dope boy
Dope money yea
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