Lyrics:
stress, I bleed
I don't got a boss
I go wherever and don't care 'bout the cost (nah)
Gas money was stark for me, uh
Now I got so many cars I can start
'em
I'm rockin' all Balenciaga
R.I.P. Kobe, Black Mamba
This is a joke joke, who's your mama
This is not Lil Wayne but it's the Carter
Shoutout
(Touchin', yeah)
(Night of)
Yo, thinkin' out loud
I must have about a mili' on me right now
And I ain't talkin' 'bout that Lil Wayne record
I'm still
[Lil Wayne]
No celiing
Yeah
Hehee
Ima run this town tonight
Nigga we are
So ready for the war
C-A-R-T-E-R
Put the beat in ER
I'm colder
- chopper city in the ghetto, my man
Now who that be in the car with the chopper? Oh, it's Lil' Wayne
I get my K - cock, aim, and put holes in your
in pimpin
We might got the same car
But my rims different
Plus a sexy lil fine bitch come with it
Young Money we the flyest crew (flyest crew)
Rappers
Bag money all on timbs, and that bad bitch is all on him
'Cause the cars that he drives are all foreign
The game is mine I'm so far in I'm speaking
today
Don't know which car I'ma drive today
Promoter just brought me 200 grand
And I'ma count it by hand all hundreds with both eyes closed
I've got
Lil Wayne's the president
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, even if they celibate
I know the game is crazy, it's more crazy than it's ever been
I'm
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
bitch that I just got
I Lil Wayne'd her, no ceilings
Can't cool me down bitch I'm too hot
Can't change up, I got change up
I got shit on lock and they
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)
Lil Wayne:
Yeahh
Uh-Huh
Ummmm Uh-huh
Hello Motherfucker hey hi how you dering its Weezy F Baby come to
take a shit and urine on these toilet bowl
Lil Wayne's the president
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, even if they celibate
I know the game is crazy, it's more crazy than it's ever been
I'm
right by his side
For the last ten summers
Smokin' on Obama and we doin' numbers
I just left the atm
My bank acount got commas
You just jumped on stage
you need a man to make you feel secure then baby
You ain't gotta look no more I got the cure
You want money and jewels (jewels)
You want clothes
him
Or his throat from him, these lil niggas? (Pay attention)
Thinking they fresh, get whipped out your clothes, youngin
I got it all, but I'll beat
com
You deal wit me Lil Daddy I guarantee
That am......gone put yo ass on front of a white T
XXL choker neck playboy or V
[Lil Wayne]
Now I be
think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler
Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler
Wayne, these niggas out they mind
I done told these
block, I hang hang
Who am I? Lil' Wayne, man
I represent CMB
My sell is ten a ki
I usually get in beef
Was taught that it's him or me
I pop
dogs like I'm making Chinese, food
Rude only when I gotta be
Sometimes I gotta tell myself
Not to bother me
"Tell Lil Wayne not to bother Weez!"
Shawty
[Intro]
Lil Wayne: yea
Juelz Santana: uhh uhh uhh uhh
Lil Wayne: yea
Juelz Santana: I cant feel my face,
yea, I make the sound so beautiful, u did
Said the widow's best friend Ann
"I'll just take it and go
I'll give it her the money later
Say it was in his shoe
That way she'll never find out
Money, hoes, cars and clothes, that's how all my niggas know
Blowin dro on 24's
That's how all my niggas roll
Money, hoes, cars and clothes
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