Lyrics:
Chief Keef, my nigga Sosa
Kodak Black
Tyrese
Flava Flav
Lil Wayne
Rick Ross
All them dark niggas gon' get fifty-five acres and two hundred million
then ran through the alley must have been a coward
No more hit 'em up like in the old days
homies scrab with Mack 10s and AKs
that's why I roll by
So, Lil Wayne, what's your motivation?
Is that really a question? (Yeah, shorty)
Do you really have that written down in your notepad? (You
the night, on some Bruce Wayne shit
Livin' my life, gettin' high payments
Fuckin' with some new broads and they high maintenance
And they wearin' high heels,
the Bentley drop top
In Miami Beach when Lil' Kim was fuckin with Scott
I got the scoop on Hoops, whatever the case
She'll let you spray in her face long as she
nine bodies, I'm a big boy stepper, ain't nobody better
My daddy name David, not Banner
By Monday, I'm changin' my schedule
She ridin' my dick
cuz
You know my whole life, I wanted to be a gangsta, mane
I used to see my OG home boys at King Park
Ridin' on bikes with their canes with they
Ski mask, Chain Saw Massacre
Kill fast with the Ak-four 7
(Blacka) Yellow Tape the intersection
Loaded clips, Lock 'em in
Got a black four five
the score, 'cause we done dropped some (yeah, 21, 21, 21)
Nigga doin' too much ridin', they gon' hop some (hop some)
We just hit they block with
Hello? What's happening world?
Yo, this Big Gipp!
I've been called down by Lil Jon
& The Eastside Boyz to
Tell you what's really happening on
These
(Gren)
Yeah
What's up, bae?
Yeah
I hopped out that bitch like no kizzy
Ridin' Bentaygas, big business (skrrt)
No problems to shop by myself
Niggas round the world think they wanna bang
Don't get your ass caught up like Lil' Wayne
I'm too west coast for the west coast
Too fresh nose to suritos
I'm a pimp tight, nigga ridin clean after midnight,
Ready for the gun play, prepared for a fistfight,
Run up on your bitch and ask her what that
freak, yeah
Free Major Brans
At 15 I was hangin' with ABG
I was young as hell and
I ain't know no better
So I started smokin' that weed
By 16 I was
So, Lil Wayne, wht's your motivation?
Is that really a question? (Yeah, shorty)
Do you really have that written down in your notepad? (You already)
coupe, damn thing only only sits 2
But you know who who ridin in my passenger
Side with me flyin shit 2.5 in it, hey hey hey
I'm in my jeezy watchin tv she
Tryna find his outlet, coulda been an outlaw
Lil Wayne wasn't out yet, inspried by DMX
Inspired my first rhyme, glad to find a 49
I hadn't struck a gold
way up, way up
Summer comin' better save up
Going up like elevators
I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up
That indirect shit never get by us
Bae, you gon' have to decide if you can handle bein' with a thug nigga like me
Know as far as my lifestyle, I try keep certain lil' shit away from
taking the girl, lil' bitch, I been high
Fooded up, ridin' with that bitch, I been booted up
My money been dancin', my money been twerkin', my money
Cherry
What will he do to me? I can't even imagine
Ridin' in a monster truck, AK tucked
47 shots is what the AK pump
I be that lakefront punk with a vacant
If theres a cure for getttin money theres the opposite
Never give it up, man I love this shit
Blunt after blunt, hit after hit
Six fo low ridin with
I look too pretty to fight
And it's tight, I'm his type
They say lil' baby a bite
Thirty-inch bundles with the bayang (bayang)
'Latto got
Dogg Status, I got Big Dogg Status
I got Big Dogg Status, I got Big Dogg Status
[Verse: Lil Wayne]
I Been doing this shit, nigga who are you
Little
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