Lyrics:
the bitch niggas hatin' on him
Mad ?cause I'm Chronic 2008tin' on them
Big cars, big wheels, big chain
Big pimpin', big money
Big dreams, dreams, dreams
Big
[Lil Wayne talking]
Uh-oh, uh-oh
You know how we do it
Weezy and Petey, baby
Ya'know
This here is 500 Degreez
Holla at 'em dogg
[Petey Pablo]
Limit ties when I ain't had no money (oh yeah)
Got bread now, these bitches all on me
Cause underneath all the cars and clothes (cars and clothes
thought Lil Wayne was Weezy
But Weezy is Dwayne
[Chorus]
I was watching t.v. the other day right
Got this white guy on there
Talking about black
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
(M-Money in the way)
And I can't see cause its money in the way (I can't see)
Repeat
[Verse 2] (Lil? Wayne)
I?m getting payed that?s all I have to say
to the money that’s my wife she my only boo. In 2022 but it ain’t get no roof.
Used to bump that lil Wayne I heard the blocked is hot. Went from money in
Ion even give a fuck, want money, clothes, and cars and jewelry, Ion even give a fuck, want money, hoes, and cars and jewelry,
Hp in my bagpack,
girl gang
Money game money game
Lil bitch it's a money thang
Wrist on icebox
I got diamonds I got gold
cll my girls makin' money
Movin' coke by
the car but you know I be pushin' the white.
Dippin' Chevy in syrup,
Digital dash,
No bank accounts,
My money in bags.
Go do the physics,
Cause
keep a stash safe kid, when I proposed it made her face big
She keep me jigg, glorifying medallions
Got me in clothes made by Italians, feed me
clothes off and holla at lil boo
dont get dressed yet cause dizzy wat some 2
Chorus~
Verse3~
cause shawty u aint gotta go home
cause if u need
the car but you know I be pushin' the white.
Dippin' Chevy in syrup,
Digital dash,
No bank accounts,
My money in bags.
Go do the physics,
Cause
like Lil Wayne
Revisin' the game like king James
The heads turnin like slim thug chain
I'm bangin' hooks like sugar Shane
I'm thowed off like Major
focused on my shit like Lil Wayne
Just do you while I do me
I could rap but I just love pluggnb
Was smoking Runtz with Cookies
Showing real love is so free
peanut butter inside (oh)
She wanna fuck, speak up
Comin' out her clothes (oh)
I'm in wonderland when she comin' down the pole (whoa)
And I don't care
I think I'm OD'ing on drugs
Nigga I started a fight inside a club
Never switched on my brew I'm not a duck
I got a foreign car outside, sittin'
my type of conversation
I dropped a little change on these hater frames
Took her car keys and let her played the Wayne
Mhm, you little bitch and go
and that's the way it is
People in the world try to make ends meet
You try to ride car, train, bus, or feet
I said you got to work hard to want to compete
getting money
Don't be stupid, can't do me no favors
I got this project chick, always play Lil' Wayne
I think she tryna drive me crazy, told her stay in
don't stop rappin
[TS] I got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
[MJ] I drive fast cars, eat lunch by lakes
[MJ] and meet a hundred different
Yeah
What's up, man? (What's up, man?)
What's up, gang? (What's up, gang?)
I'm gettin' this money (gettin' this money)
I'm fuckin' this fame
clothes
Lemme wear your shoes, lemme fuck your bitch
I ain't had no car, I ain't had no whip
Wonder why a nigga cover his ears when y'all talk
'Cause it
so high I can get me
Some clothes and move to space (that’s a…)
A Mazant made mobster
(yeah) niggas praying they can stop us (uh
Uh) S-q-a-d ain’t
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