Lyrics:
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
(I got Hitman on the beat)
Spin on the low, go drop a bag and get a nigga buried
Lil' bro send shots out through your car, he think he Stephen
of the grill
With your foot in the gas
Nigga whippin out cash
Just blowin' the grass
(And you thought it wasn't)
[Lil Wayne]
Ay ay
Weezy the god bow down
reside with advisers to boom
Fuck that, booman, let me get some too
Life ain't always about your name in they mouth
And the cars and the clothes
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
up)
Sip on some of the 'Tron
I'm 'bout to put a hundred up in one of the thongs
Gotta throw a lil' somethin' 'cause I pay the bill
This lil' money
I want to be rich and I want lots of money
I don't care about clever, I don't care about funny
I want loads of clothes and fuckloads of diamonds
I
nigga, I'm kickin' in doors, bodies are froze
Bloody your clothes, gun to your nose
All of you niggas you really need to give up money and dope
Face
niggas, where ya cars at?
They like, "Wayne, why the fuck you dressed in all black?"
I'm about to bring C-M-R back
And all the lames, we done lost that
myself
So I, I splurge a lil' hell
You see the money and the
The cars and diamonds and you
You think it make me but it really don't (it really really
Bruce like Wayne, meets Bruce like Lee
Meets '02 Lil Wayne, in a new white tee
Meets KD, ain't no nigga that can shoot like me! BLAOW
Nigga why you
on rat (go on rat)
Run and tell 'em that (tell 'em that)
Mo' cars (mo' cars), mo' hoes (mo' hoes)
Mo' clothes (mo' clothes), mo' blows
Everyday I'm
a body then you one of us
Calculating, touching money, these niggas masturbating
Tailored clothes, fashion magazines, they fascinated
Double-M
(uh-uh)
I swear to God it sound like Petey Pablo on that track with Lil' Weezy (Weezy, baby)
Switchin' it up
Fuck it put them things on the truck (yeah)
By the bar by the bar ho I'm by the bar
50 racks on me 120 in this car
By the bar by the bar ho I'm by the bar
Iced out dog tags Presidential R
shit right
Like 2 chains had to realize
If its white buy it by the pounds
I don't do it slaying it in town
Money stacking like the lego bricks
I sign
think you fucking with
Who you think you fucking with
(I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire)
I sit low in the car, sit high in the truck
Lay
since I was born and
Think you gettin old money
Look dummy, see I'm all about a meal to gain
Youngin off the porch for that
Young money like lil wayne
double R, suicide doors
Floreat nigga
Lifestyle Upgraded
Rich nigga like lil Wayne
Lifestyle upgraded
Getting money everyday
Lifestyle upgraded ehn
crib, with the flat I's.. (I's)..
CHORUS (2x)
LIL' WAYNE:
Hold up - there go Wayne, everybody be quiet,
Oh my God! He's drivin from the passenger's
myself
So I, I splurge a lil' hell
You see the money and the
The cars and diamonds and you
You think it make me but it really don't (it really really
money, chronic, clothes and weed
Look, you fuckin with some real O.G's
Bitch, please! Now what you need to do is
Hem my coat, and roll me some dough
Or the ice in the rings? (Rings)
Or the bracelet? Face it: you feel
A chill in your veins (Veins)
Could it be from Bun Beeda
Or that boy Lil Wayne? (Wayne
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