Lyrics:
Killa, Dipset
Lil' Weezy, Cash Money
Yo ma, let me holla
Let's do it, uh
Ma, I been huggin' the block (huggin' the block)
That's right,
it don't, Wodie let me get 'em
Just gimme the word, Unless shawty gonna spit 'em
Nigga's blessings be with 'em, cause Lil Wayne burn niggas
Bet them
Yeah i'm scrap the youngest in the nation young nigga
Quit hating on the money that I'm making I'm just country
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Look they
a lil' money, got a lot more colder (colder)
My top don't roll up, it fold up (fold up)
My money don't fold up, it build up
You niggas ain't fly, get
Mulsanne, young nigga blowing up - Kurt Cobain
Skating on them like I'm Lil Wayne
And this 458 don't do the lil lane - vroom
Swerve on 'em, niggas gotta nerve
a Chevy on my wrist
Cocaine Mulsanne, young nigga blowing up - Kurt Cobain
Skating on them like I'm Lil Wayne
And this 458 don't do the lil lane - vroom
All I want is power
Get this, get this money by the hour
That power, that power, that power
All I want is this power
Money brings me this power
All
Yeah, nigga, that's my bitch
So when she ask for the money when you through
Don't be surprised, bitch
And it ain't trickin' if you got it
But you like
drive by, when I drive by, I kill these niggas
My style line is makin' me money
Hey, why, oh, why? Oh, why, already?
Gotta let 'em know, let 'em know
Buck, niggaz say, "what?" then he see me raise up
Just wanna see the little boy wit' nuts exchange old niggas whole face soon
'cause I spray the nigga's
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
that big 4-5.
Them lil' Haitians they take ya ass for a boat ride.,
In carol city, niggas quick to board the plane wit it,
Unpack the sack and kill
that big 4-5.
Them lil' Haitians they take ya ass for a boat ride.,
In carol city, niggas quick to board the plane wit it,
Unpack the sack and kill
your head, like I got your ass on record
Tune, don't be so cruel, Tune don't be so rude
Nah, fuck that, fuck these lil niggas, fuck these lil dudes
By
featuring Lil Wayne
Verse 1: (lil wayne)
Ha ha ha ha check it
Its me that's creepin through the back
And the black on black
Lil soldier
just angry at you niggas
Who don't have your heart in your rap shit
And got too fuckin' comfy, 'cause we still fuckin' hungry
Young Money, got
and no the rhyme didn't even start yet
Bitch but here we go, come on Wayne, look
I, young money boy Lil' Weezy hold
It for A and Eagle
Cash Money cross
buy if your money in discretion
We'll beat you and car jacks and leave you wit a concussion
We the gang, we mash and blast and maintain
Still the same,
If you want it, boy, you sure can get it
You ain't heard
It's Cash Money and that Carolina, nigga
They call me gangsta, gangsta (yeah)
Weezy,
at war...I say dem boys at war
I say dem Hot Boy niggas, yeah dem boys at war
(Lil' Wayne)
(Huh!!)
Nigga...what!!...what!!
Walk it like you talk it
the Cadillac
Young Roscoe, the black Burt Bacharach
serve the sacks, flippin skirts like acrobats
And I dip wit you nigga, I take you on a ride
Through that
on the Grind I was taught to go get it
Up every morning by nine I push Weight and go lift it
I can’t talk lil money lil nigga I’m Prolific
Every time the money
the paper plates on 'em (Money boy, woo)
And if you think I'm playin' wit' you (Playin' wit' you )
I ride on you niggas (Yeah)
I ride on you niggas
I ride
eight
I be scheming to put a lil' bread on my plate
Watching Dre serve skunk through the hole in the gate
I stick a nigga for his shine sell em' back
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