Lyrics:
don't know what you heard about
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherwhat P-IM-P
They see me
Plus I got that fire man
Puff just called me Lil Wayne
And I got a little game
Hoes feeling a nigga's swag
Tryna fuck and suck me just
To get their
locking
The bitches relieve, the hoes keep hoping
They can get it, fit in, back seat, just sit in
Four hoes on a black trying to put their bid in
Girl,
Let go yo secrecy let me go deep in the heart of it
We have a team and, yes we really want you to be part of it
Let's get it erotic slept with' it
clack
Comin' down candy in the golden 'Lac
We gettin' to the money like it's Goldman Sachs
And we do it for the pimps no holding back, let's go!
sickenin'"
If you not runnin' some top, we not gon' keep kickin' it
No Ceilings 3
Lil Wayne and Drake, let's go
Ayy, the blues is now kickin'
[Lil Wayne]
No celiing
Yeah
Hehee
Ima run this town tonight
Nigga we are
So ready for the war
C-A-R-T-E-R
Put the beat in ER
I'm colder
Yeah, yeah woah
Last call, damn, it's gettin' late
Ain't no need to stop, baby
See you gettin' cake
Put it all on me, take it to the low
Where'd you
and don't decide to play dumb
With any luck you'll see the same dude that stitched your top lip
Last year when your pimp just lost it
He wouldn't recognise
and the jury, and the litigator
Watchin' all these kids who thought they had it figured out
And then November came, they let my nigga out ow
Stop playin', I
sold the pounds and go hustle the bricks
I booked studio with the trap money, Lil Wayne used to come get the bags from me
You still asking niggas for
[Lil Wayne talking]
I like my seat down low and my window slighty
Crack'd ridin wit a bad hoe and her girlfriend in the back. I
Like to get real
See-notes, fifties and tens we cashed in
Bought a brand new Benz on gold Lorenzos rims
Anything I want my bitch gon' go out and get it
Hustle round
See-notes, fifties and tens we cashed in
Bought a brand new Benz on gold Lorenzos rims
Anything I want my bitch gon' go out and get it
Hustle round
you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
Summertime, white Porsche Carrera is milky
I'm on the grind, let my paper stack but I'm
at
In the atl, yeah yeah what's up
In the atl, yo check this out
See it was me shorty pimp, walking with
A limp, fucking with the hoes, tryna
Get them
at
(In the atl) yeah yeah what's up
(In the atl) yo check this out
See it was me shorty pimp, walking with
A limp, fucking with the hoes, tryna
Get them
That's the just the way we do it
Pop those collars
We changed the game
[Snoop]
Slid up in the door, get up in ya ho
Sippin' on some Mo with Big D
the game man, homie what is it
When he rockin' ya brain man, gimme a visit
Let me show you the ropes loc, would she be missin'
Goin' to smoke you some
freeze wrist be the same degrees
Tryna get lil' mami, in that thang of reese
Only getting in for free, if you came wit me
Cause I'ma grown man, not B2K
on
Let a homie get his sang on, instead of his bang on
My life's my friends
And it's gonna be here till the end
It brought me a past
Out the hood, so
pressed on
Get your flex on, like fuckin off that song
lookin like you gotta vest on
By the way you thinkin you gotta peel with it
But if you can't deal
Excuse all the haters 'cause they lookin' sideways
Let's get it now, chyeah
You got me wrong
You be sittin' by the bar when it's your song
You can
I keep pimpin to get in a bitch panties
I keeps spittin the critics can not compare me
They put it simple I am Mr. Miami
And my lil' pistol will
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