Lyrics:
Top down, she got flew'd out (whoa)
On the back seat with the extendo (yeah)
Smokin' indoor with my jewels out (yeah)
One-twenty, I blew right by
I'm Lupe they say I'm Lil' Wayne
They say I'm too Jay to portray new lay
They say I'm too nice to be a rapper
The prerequisite is gun clapping so what
is Dollar ain't the same
Ever since I started Nation ridin', got a lil' change
Surrounded myself by game, niggaz sayin' I'm counterfeit
Ain't that
B-M, J-R, Weezy baby
Tryna see him, naw, he need to even eighty (shut yo chips up)
And, I ain't speakin G's, I'm talkin M
And I'm walkin like a pimp
I make her, then I shake her
Yeah, I know, you heard it all before
But I can't deal, cause I see you're still simping for a hoe
Claiming pimp, but
said that she like what she see but all she see is money, nah
I ain't a pimp bitch but you can't get nothing from me
It's going down tonight
It's
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
Raised by them dope boys, so I know how them things look
Thanks for the recipe, rest in peace, Wayne Bush
I don't cook my shit, I don't break it down for
games
I want the money stupid bitch fuck the fame
Hot boy lil Wayne bling bling
Asian bitch on go ling ling
She ate up the whole team
All she want is some
We got that green stuff, Big Tite
Lil Flip the Leprechaun, Slim Thug the Boss Hogg
Fin to put it all in why'all face
I got too much money, too
We got that green stuff, Big Tite
Lil Flip the Leprechaun, Slim Thug the Boss Hogg
Fin to put it all in why'all face
I got too much money, too
shirt, ball like a Nerf, word!
Mo' green nigga and smoking pot
Wanna see more? I'm that whore from that lil' shop
Chop, butcher shot, open up yo top
All
Throwback sneakers and my new chains (Woo)
Suicidal if my contract was like Lil' Wayne's
Body droppin', every week you in a new gang (Woo)
Volkswagen
down
[Baby]
Birdman! (lady's and gentlemen) mm-huh!
Jazzy Fizzle product-shizzle my nizzle. oh boy! wit lil bow wizzle (bow wizzle)
Hey, hey, I see
Ay, yea
Trillville
Yeah Lil Wyte nigga
Hypnotize
Y'all better get that shit right nigga
We don't give a fuck tonight nigga
Ay, y'all niggaz
around the city wit’ my boo thang
By tomorrow might just pull up in a Bruce Wayne
Sorry that I snapped must be my mood swings
I’m just doin’ me don’t care
Woohoo
Woohoo
Woohoo
Woohoo
She say that she love me, I'ma playa
I ain't Bruce Wayne I can't save ya
Get up on my knees and say my prayer
If she
Wusup! to my nigga Kel, Third Ward is the motherfuckin' house
Mac Melph Calio, R.I.P. Pimp Daddy, Kilo ya with me, wusup Bryce hahahaha
Pop 'Em
Wayne in 03 huh
Bun b and pimp c huh
Nannie fresh on beat huh
That 40 make a chip
Out of a potato head wimp and like ranch I dip
Ounces
Quarters
Like Lil Wayne and Fat Joe imma make it rain
Boss Hogg in the trap yeah it's popping mane
I got the same name but I spit a different game
Ain't no need
eye sight
Strike when the time right
I could bring light to yo blind side
Niggas can't see me like blind guys
Scary like poltergeist
Pimp hand haunted
snatching chains
Pull up on all these n***as, see their gender change
Fresh out my momma house in a brand new world like I'm Dwayne Wayne
With the gang gang
gotta ask again
Baby this is what we do
[Verse Two: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, what you want
And if you strap, we can trade like the Dial Jones
Where the Muh
Hope
(Lil' Wayne)
Wuz Up
This the life nigga
Check
Verse 1:
I got ten round my neck
Twenty on my wrist
Million dollar luck ah
Million dollar
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