Lyrics:
[Lil' Wayne]
What, what what, what, huh
Huh, huh, Big Tymers, huh
Better act like you know it
I be comin wit' it
And you saw Wayne from a distance
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
[x2]
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
[Lil Wayne] ha ha. T streets, B A G swalla ha ha
We young mullah baby yea..
I murder that boy, I kill that
[Lil Wayne]
We have them bitches like it was unplugged
Its Weezy wee, Mannie fresh, and unplugged
We have them bitches like it was unplugged
drive by
Ayo, this record right here is called "FL4M3$" by Lil Tune, Lil Wayne's son
The future, young king
Bless up, let's get it
Young Money
found fo bout 4 or 5 days
Lil Wheezy in tha pen fo bout 4 or 5 days
Look he ain't in tha hood fo bout 4 or 5 days
Better not tell me shit when I'm
the lil nigga I'll pay 'em
And when he come up with the product, ya'll niggaz spray 'em
Now why they
Had to do me on Friday
Chorus: B.G. (2x)
It's Friday,
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
Dame Dash
B.G. with Lil' Wayne (yeah), Juvenile and Turk (yeah)
Mannie Fresh with Baby (un huh)
How can we make it work? Crunchy with 3-6 (yeah)
(yeah)
I was the first one hittin' that shit
She was the first one suckin' my dick
She hit the stores in the G-Wagen (yeah)
She tryna hop
's sickenin'"
If you not runnin' some top, we not gon' keep kickin' it
No Ceilings 3
Lil Wayne and Drake, let's go
Ayy, the blues is now kickin'
veins
I'm huntin' the game, you guys ain't fuckin with Wayne
Ask your vibe 'cause she fuckin' Lil Wayne, yeah
Nigga, y'all know me, this ain't nothin'
Master P, uh
I'ma roll me a Lil Romeo
Wait, uh, yeah, uh, yeah
That's Chef Boyar-T and he on the stove, yeah
We like Luigi and Mario, yeah
Every bar
you ain't never been no problem
Raised up by Wayne, Big and Mad Max off Top Shottas
Hung with drug lords my whole life, I'm used to countin' commas
scared to
Get-get-get no get no money
I ain't never been scared to
G-g-get no get no money
I ain't never been scared to
Get-get-get no get no money
I ain't
nigga break it off, what
[Puff Daddy]
Un huh, B.I.G. with the Cash Money Millionaires, forever
Juvenile, Lil' Wayne, Baby, Turk, B.G., Manny Fresh
Slim,
you want that Oscar Meyer
He got that fire
B.G., he got that fire
Girl, holla at that nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer
He got that fire
Turk, he
nigga
Put me on my feet since a lil' nigga
Let my dawg drink too much huh
Might be gone, but he still wit' me
Bun B my G, my OG
RIP Big Pokey (Smoke
spittin', game spittin' in your face,
[Chorus X2 (Lil' Wayne)]
Cause I'm a mutha fuckin southern boy,
coming down so clean, and with rhymes so mean,
heavy
fourteen days
I'm so clean why wouldn't I be
I be with Ben Frank so much he startin' to look like me
I'm a smoke my weed cause I don't wanna smoke yours
(Bad Boy baby)
No, No, No, Notorious
We are, we are
Queen Bee baby, we are, c'mon
No, No, No, Notorious
He is, he is (B.I.G. baby, he is c'mon)
No,
)
A little shorty gettin and try to have ya hurtin and thumpin
They be like he small girl he workin with something
Lil' Wayne on fire I'll smash on your
all over ya chin
Weezy be on some pimp shit
I see 'em, peep 'em, meet 'em, beep 'em
Later on if she ride
G 'em, freak 'em, by the weekend she be
the fagget
Lets get dashed and crunk
I was lifted by a precher
So my mom pushed weight
Now I hooked up wit game
Real nigga with flame
He show me cali
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