Lyrics:
[Lil' Wayne]
And this is just a mixtape
Damn
And I'ma keep fuckin' this world till you mothafuckas come for me...Yeah
Don't worry if me got a gun you
No Ceilings 3, Lil Wayne
She give me head, then I her pick her up, put her legs in the air, fuck her but don't kiss
She ain't tryna have babies
'mma uptown Hoya
Like Milloy no lawyers
I got that work come be my employer
Freestyling for you, no for me, for me no
No only for money
More, of the money i get
Slow But That Money Come Fast
I Got Whut You Need I Hope You Brought All The Cash
You Know The Kidd Pimpin All Over The World
100 Carats Got Me All
lot of sh-
Poppin' that thing that she be on the (ha)
Gold in my mouth and got gold on my wrist (yeah)
Ho, you gon' shine if I give you a kiss
She
'em
I'm rockin' all Balenciaga
R.I.P. Kobe, Black Mamba
This is a joke joke, who's your mama
This is not Lil Wayne but it's the Carter
Shoutout
ain't a thing
When it come to money I got it, man (come on)
You the next best thing, I'm the hottest, mane
You talk that shit, I'm 'bout it, mane
D-Town boogie, now the girls really love me (c'mon)
V.I.C. then Vic, yeah, they both got silly
Lil Twist, I get silly (ugh), I'm the king of the city
supa fly still ice my whole band up
Still hit cha man up still got my grands up
And rather flowin on tha beat
Or i catch u in tha street
Bitch i still
with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Don't act like you my friend when I'm rollin' through my ends,
the money
Money over the bitches
Money don't mean nothing
And why they calling it riches
Im addicted to watches
Mama telling me stop it
Got 1 over 50
bachelor since Bruce
Wayne with his bachelor’s
But mastered this rap shit
You hear the words coming
From my lips bastards
I never crack, I got that Chapstick
at half-court
That's no cap like an afro, ooh
Ayo, check this out, this is DJ Khaled
And I wanna give a big shoutout to Lil Wayne, No Ceilings 3
But I want
spot by just givin' in?
How you gon' treat this shit like you gon' get to live again?
How you gettin' hype off one hit? Do that shit again
How you got
Yeah, hustler music
I got that brown bag full of money
I got the work goin' to Florida
And I swore that I would never hustle no more
But I
wrist
Get ki money from a quarter, blame it on my wrist
I whip coke like hoes, nigga, I'm a pimp
Lil' nigga 'bout to rape the market
If we talking
And nobody tried to be John Wayne
I came home but Tex did not
And I can't talk about the hit he got
But I've got a little limp now when I walk
And I
And nobody tried to be John Wayne
I came home but Tex did not
And I can't talk about the hit he got
But I've got a little limp now when I walk
And I
at night
So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on
'cause we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off
Whoa
[B.G. + (Lil' Wayne)]
Niggas
funk
Shit gets out of hand, I got a TEC in the trunk
Let's flip the ill shit, kid, yo, he looped it
Hardcore, straight to make you brothers act stupid
I suc-ceed
Yeahhh, yeahhh, and this is how victory tastes
So I'ma spit in ya face!!!
Kevin!
[Chorus - Kevin Rudolf & (Lil Wayne)]
Singing ay yo oo
mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin" players
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got
be fed
Don't come near the cage
If you ain't got no bread
We ain't nothing but a gang
And i'm the honcho head
I ain't never had nothing
But some money
And even if the sky come fallin'
Bitch, I'ma still be high
I got faith in my weedman
My lil' niggas got yay' by the beanbag
Hit your ass from the side
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