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selves, well mines flirt
They 2 clean, board of health couldn't find dirt
I'm rich bitch, and I'm screamnin' it like ashy larry
They call me brinks boy,

and it's stuck (Cook 'em)
We trying to fry him
She want me like some designer
Clips on his head like a lineup
Rich Whammy fitness, come sign up
But you got

these niggas only pullin out in they pics
No cap these niggas run when we light up the sticks
Tweet about me get you killed
Like that boy lil rich
I still

for me
Just keep ya head up and keep getting that fucking money
And tell my lil brothers not to be no crash dummy
And behind the clouds it be sunny
But

Momma said I wear my heart up on my sleeve, I copy that
Forever rich
You gotta help me love, cause I don't know how love feel
Gotta help me trust,

Respect My Mind

The Hot Boys

Guerrilla Warfare

1999

(Lil' Wayne) 
What what 
Check Check 
Head buster set ripper 
Neighborhood superstar 
Going to split up 
While we dispose of 
Nigga broad

ass hair
You shop in the boys section, wear cartoon underwear
Don't make me tie your dirty ass up, and give you a bath
You looking like a lil dope

leave
Yea I'm toxic as fuck shit be killin me
Long way from a snotty nose
Still leave you body cold
Rich as hell still down to catch a body what I'm

with the bats feel like Bruce Wayne
I came out that fire nigga like I'm Kane
My brudda' got good dope blowing on Jane
This bitch tryna' fuck me off of my

said she leaving me cause I'm a cheater
Aye lil bitch, what's up
I get a bag and cut up
My shawty bad and rich she magic thick she sucking the nut up

to the sun
We in the back of the benz truck
She wanna (Hoo!) tell her wassup
R.I.P to JuiceWrld, but im finna pick them percs up
Hoe I feel like Lil Wayne, im

Na na na na na, na na na na na
Na na na na na, Joey Z
If you cross me hit you with the bat, man I feel like Bruce Wayne
Heart was broken, learned

that you need me
Then you go and cut me downn
But waaiiitt;
You tell me that you're sorry
Didn't think I'd turn aroundd
And sayyy

[Lil' Wayne]
Okay, I'm

she’s a lil left field 
Man I’m tired of letting it slide 
I’m tired of letting it ride 
It’s time to move on 
Man they told me before 
My friends said

up to school with the boomin' 808s
Ain't no radios--only bumpin' mixtapes
DatPiff or the classics that would come from Lil Wayne
Know a nigga was

the midst of fiends
Yelling for me to stop, in Lil Wayne's world, The Block Is Hot
The irony, late nights cruising paranoid of bright lights
I should be my

the streets with the rich
But every single person tryna be like the rich

Not me ya bitch spittin heat like a bic
Im solo dolo tell a label suck a dick
And if

the whip, yeah

[Verse 2]
Walk in that bitch and it spell like a zip
Hop out the plane and I got me a zip
Fuck a lil' bitch (Yeah)
Hop on a plane and I dip

trap
I don't need no nine to five
Just to get by
I get what I want
I buy it online
Was shipped in from the sun
That's why I shine
Call me mr put it on
I

clap for an encore
I'm gone
Lil bitch
Motherfucker
Zaee
And I tell em Get Rich
Yea yea yea yea
Aye Nick
Nick
Teach me how to get juice
Bitch I ain't got

for a real nigga
Ima make her rich
My wrist froze
A bitch touched me she gonna freeze
Now that hoe
All on her knees
My clique on
If a niggas talking

in the back seat, then kicked her out of the Benz
And she Mountain Brook rich, she a white hoe
Lil Wayne in this bitch, fucking right hoe
That's

No More

Birdman

Like Father, Like Son

2006

yaeh)

From an eighth to a quarter, from a half to a brick
From an O to the O-Zs, they say I'm hood rich 
And murder was the case, got me emptyin' out

Monclear for the season 
Rich off white I wear off white 
 I need sun light 
So I catch a flight 
Magnum and sprite make me feel nice 
Gotta pay a price if