Lyrics:
Shot o'clock, ayy, shot o'clock
Bitch, shot o'clock, ayy
How many licks do it take to make a thotty stop?
Lil' Wayne Lanez, tell her, "Lick me like
Don't got a heart, but fuck it, I'm paid
Lil' beat a body, he fresh out the cage
I'm still the same
From minimum wage
They tryna keep up, so they
paid shows, vacay on the holidays
You be with them lame niggas, I be on the finer things
Two step my way to a bag, get up out my way
Ayy, it's too
got money so I'm actin' different
Did it by my lonely, so I never listen
Stay callin' my phone, this lil' bitch, she trippin'
Just leave me alone,
a shower
Bloom like a flower
I don't get paid by the hour I get paid by minute
up?), can I get a ad-lib? (Yeah)
Get the club crunk, can't take that from me (yeah)
Ain't dropped yet, still got Lil' Jon money (ayy)
First I'm gon'
bitches handy
White girl on the table, let 'em sniff the nose candy
When I'm walkin' by, the women sayin', "Who is that nigga?"
I replied, "Hi, I am
myself I can’t be no lil sucka
I catch you slippin I dial my brother he get here but you dead already all covered
Guess I went crazy when he touched my
near where I go
Unless you ride that muthafucka
And you be lucky enough to get away in the grave
What can I do, what can I say, I tried to get paid
But
but he keeping it trill
See rapping is crazy cause everyone saying I'm dope and I'm keeping it real
When I'm really just trying to get paid off my name
I'ma stop right here, get a bag of that piff
We can roll it on up and take that lift
Hi, my name is Wayne, I came to get paid
And lotta other
yo feelings
Call me Lil Wayne ain't no ceilings hoe (what)
The Chosen Ones we killin' em (wassup)
On the way to the top (okay) ain't no stoppin'
Like
all my lil niggas in the game
Lil Nick, Big Dre, my brother Phil did a drive by on the game
Lil Darius, Shawn Baby, Big W, Brian Jay, Lil Toby, Lil
My dreads hang, I grew up on Lil Wayne, bitch
We all tired of hearing all the same shit
I hear you talking, we don't speak the same language
We
Brasi"
On the road, back to back for shows
And I ain't get a cent off that (At all)
Back to cookin' fish, smell like a brick
I got that scent off that
get inspired
By lights, colors, attractions
Both creatures of action
Attacking my brother's fraction
Is something that I ain't adding
I roam around in
lyrical and what I be
Saying gon' make you think
I'm all in, I be solo
Don't need no friends
I fuck with Lil' Soto
That's my cuh-in law, he get it in
Lil
this
Nigga, fuck it, I get paid like this
Mama said that it'd be days like this
Knew the police was gon' raid like this
Knew this shit was in my
Bitch really wanna get hired
Tell the lil' hoes I'm Bryson
I done hit more shit than Mike Tyson
Get popped, nigga, I ain't doin' no fight
Sinnin'
lyrics (facts)
I been on the road to a million since the 6th grade
I don't know yo mission, mine to get paid
Want different color cars in my garage
Want
karate, but after the brain, I'll kick you out
You niggas suck like Tony Romo, no homo
And I'm all about my money, I get paid for promo, yeah
I'm the man
right by the nice racks
She said, "Should I get a shirt to match with the hat?
Or should I get the shoes that match with the slacks?"
Yeah, said it's
weed
Drive-bys every day
Wonder what's goin' on
Here outside wit my muthafuckin' A.K.
Woah, what I'm gonna do when it's cold outside?
Ha, oh, woah
[Verse 1]
I be the one with the women by the dozen
I get em all; sister, friend, or cousin
I never thought I'd be the one to fall in love
Then she
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