Lyrics:
a seventy thirty, no way, no way
Or a sixty forty, uh, uh, uh, uh
Talkin 'bout a fifty fifty, when the room is empty
And the clothes come off, I'm doin' you
him Lil Wayne
Sucker for Pain,
He got his head buss now he’s Sorry he came (Sorry boss, sorry Boss)
Now he’s sorry he came
Man shouldn’t have come
Man
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
and bleach, rip up the car
Make sure you burn all the clothes
My youngin' down to shoot to kill just for a line of some coke
Send a text to all the opps
Lil Wayne who the five-star bitch is
That's a five-star bitch, that's a five-star bitch
Now that's a five-star bitch, now that's a five-star bitch
ya
They're always gonna find ya
I want the money the cars the clothes
Successful Successful
I want the money the cars the clothes
Successful
Girl, what that say? Wait, who that?
Bet he was lame, bet he ain't Lil Wayne, no
Haha, 'cause I'm way more fly, yeah
Have you hangin' 'round a bunch
Here we go again just spent a hundred of that brown paper
Bag money all on timbs, and that bad bitch is all on him
'Cause the cars that he drives are
Been there, done that
She a rat, she gonn' run that
Money cars clothes
And these dime piece souls
Don't cuff them, we pass them
Do them hoes
So we took the fuckin' ceiling off
Lil Wayne, DJ Khaled
No Ceilings 3, B-Side
Another one, 'pon your head
Five white girls but they not Spice
designer clothes
Takin' designer drugs hoes show me love
When I'm inside the club, okay
KTZ jogging suit man that boy cockin' loot
I paid for the pussy man
lie to you?
If it's beef, I'll pick your baby mama up, and your son
Strap that lil' nigga in his car seat, make her drive to you
Draw you out
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
don't know why
But it's like that, 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
Girl, what that say? Wait, who that?
Bet he was lame, bet he ain't Lil Wayne, no
Haha, 'cause I'm way more fly, yeah
Have you hangin' 'round a bunch
callx2
You got what I want
what I want x2
[Lil' Wayne]
um ok they call me young carter and im big-dog
thats right im off the chain,
my leash ripped off.
I
the crowd
Baby I got all this money, and everything you need
If you could please just take your clothes off
That ass bouncing like, whoa
That ass
niggaz real
Cause we feel like this here
B.G.:
I feel like niggaz can't fuck with me
I feel like someone wanna be B.G.
I feel Lil' Wayne will burn yo
(Outtatown, but we never out of money)
Ayy
You know what I'm sayin'? Big 14
(Star Boy, you're my hero)
I just got a million bands today
'Bout
see these rims flickin' on my car?
(You like, you like)
Buyin' the freshest clothes out the mall
(You like, you like)
I keep my money rolled up in some
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
that it's goin' down
Money and hoes, cars and clothes, diamond rings and ice grills
Swishahouse we keep it trill, and hold it down baby what's the deal
rides (bitch, yeah)
I got more money than you lil' boys, y'all some bitches (bitch, yeah)
I can't even drive and got more cars, your shit is leased
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