Lyrics:
Thug
Born in my hood like Quan
Shootin' off my gun like Quan
Now I'mma Cash Money nigga like Wayne
Cash Money nigga like baby (Like baby)
Started
Keenan, Blaxuede, and Turk, Lil Wayne
We bring da pain
With the muthafuckin' choppers in hand
504, Cash Money, droppin' niggas like rain
Bout to leave your
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
the money in the trap) ay
Tell a bank teller to relax-lax
(I had to tell that bitch relax)
I got all these blue hundreds in the Glad bag
Ay (relax-lax),
take a lil' bank
A big bank take a lil' bank
Bitch we papered up
A big bang take a lil' bank
A big bang take a lil' bank
I'll show you how to run it up
I'm shakin the deck
If you a real hot girl you can take it in half
Lil Wayne playboy ?? nigga
Stop tryin, I be too too hot
Chorus x 2
Lil Wayne:
Yeah (take me out, take me out)
ok now it was me and Mrs. C
we was chillin by ourself
both of us just popped a pill
and now am feelin'
and scrip 9 minute EF three
Playin by different bitches cuz my face in the paper
Profile done although she couldnt describe me I got the eraser
I don't
double bag it
Money so tall it should play in the paint
My second home look a lot like the bank
Ha ha ha laughing don't get in my way
Dun nah nah Batman
, bank diamonds in my pinky ring
See this money I made it, baby shake it for daddy
Go get your friends and pussy pop it for me a Lil' Scrappy
And niggas
, bank diamonds in my pinky ring
See this money I made it, baby shake it for daddy
Go get your friends and pussy pop it for me a Lil' Scrappy
And niggas
Yeah i'm scrap the youngest in the nation young nigga
Quit hating on the money that I'm making I'm just country
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Look they
[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
[Lil Wayne]
What what what
I'ma flosser baby
Baller baby
A fifteen year old shot caller baby
I'm raised in the hood
In a all black call
Down
the best rapper in the game, no arguing
And I don't even write, pause
Un-pause this, so keep your bitch ass lines inside the margin
Lil Wayne dot com
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
a nigga to jail
Cause they loving a freak
(Lil' Wayne)
In my section it be off the heezy
And my section's being represented by Lil' Weezy
What the deal
ain't no secret I represent uptown soldiers
[Lil Wayne]
Now I be gettin' down and dirty from the U.P.T.
Nigga try to test bless his soul he rest in
the people to know, part 2 is coming soon
Lil Wayne the greatest, Young Money, pon your head
Ask Lil Wayne who the 5 Star bitch is
Ask Lil Wayne who the 5 Star bitch is
Ask Lil Wayne, ask Lil Wayne (bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Ask Lil Wayne
what yo bitch think
We get boxes by the bale, in the hood got Big Rank
In the kitchen like I'm whipping, residue all on the sink
My lil niggas a leave
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Look at my roni
Yeah look at my boots
Look at my jeans
Yeah look at my crew
I'm on my John Wayne shit like I'm a cowboy
John Wayne
[Intro]
Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it
Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it
Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
You
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