Lyrics:
a scene
You lil boyz want to be grown, and you're still in your teens
(chorus [Lil' Wayne])
Look, you lil boyz better slow down
Up in tha mornin', in
what?, Look I ain't have nothin' to do with killin'
(Baby)
Slow down, I'm talking bout some get money shit an how its gonna go down
(Lil Wayne)
Well
he say my name when the music stop
"Young Money Lil Wayne", then the music drop
I make it snow, I make it flurry
I make it all back tomorrow, don't
he say my name when the music stop
"Young Money Lil Wayne", then the music drop
I make it snow, I make it flurry
I make it all back tomorrow, don't
From the hood, this type of money make you stay awake
Type of money she gon' let you put it in her face
Big bank take lil' bank, bank
Big bank take
A lot more rich and a whole lot smarter
Wayne in ya brain, young Carter (all I can see is the time)
Wayne in ya brain, young Carter
Well I got it,
he swervin' by
That's your issue - God bless ya - you deserve to die
[Lil Wayne]
Look,
Which one of these niggas playin' with me?
I'ma strap up
Up in the double are (R), just me and Slim
I'm getting cheesed by the milk stackin' cake, boy
Cash Money, how you luv that, playboy (playboy)?
Don't
her up like a gun in her spleen
My name is Lil Wayne and I'm a microfiend!
Hit me again!
Alright I'm going back in like
B back on my 1, 2
Now watch me
coke
[Baby]
than a nigga could know
[Lil' Wayne]
More money, more cars
[Baby]
than a nigga could show
[Lil' Wayne]
And more ice - cheap price
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
[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
pay some people off, we gon' figure it out
And my name too big, and my gang too big
Young Money shit, me and Lil Wayne too big
I'ma crush that ass
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
A lot more rich and a whole lot smarter
Wayne in ya brain, young Carter (all I can see is the time)
Wayne in ya brain, young Carter
Well I got it,
(Touchin', yeah)
(Night of)
Yo, thinkin' out loud
I must have about a mili' on me right now
And I ain't talkin' 'bout that Lil Wayne record
I'm still
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
the back, one by the living room
I keep all my jewelry at the bank now
Alexander McQueen's therapeutic
Bitch, I'm getting the same money as Cam Newton
Ask
Come and make it Wayne down on me
(I like that)
I'm calling you daddy, daddy (and that's Shanell by the way)
Can you be my daddy, daddy? (Young
the back, one by the living room
I keep all my jewelry at the bank now
Alexander McQueen's therapeutic
Bitch, I'm getting the same money as Cam Newton
Ask
I'm a uptown flamethrower young money fire starter
Had to sign to Wayne, I'm from the same place as "Tha Carter" Ha-Harlem
And I ain't like none
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
Ain't no complaints (nah)
Racks in the bank (racks)
Fuck what you think (huh?)
We got some rank (rank)
Leave your ass stank (bow)
Robbin' the bank
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