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at ya This ain't what you want lil' dawg, this shit bad Fresh out the box, streets on lock, that money flowin' Fuckin' with this lil' bitch out
no money I remember bein' fucked up, nights I go hungry Since I ain't had nothin' to eat Had to bleed the streets to feed the beast And it can go
get better [Chorus] [Lil Wayne] Here I come star rapper I get the fast money Short cute hot boy And rap for cash money Stand out
and my li'l dog money Thank god for that brown paper bag that Brown paper bag (thank god for that) Brown paper bag (c'mon) Brown paper bag (thank god
Powder on my clothes Always in the kitchen with pots on the stove By next summer I will have a Range Rover My money, it grows and it grows and it
myself So I, I splurge a lil' hell You see the money and the The cars and diamonds and you You think it make me but it really don't (it really really
We, we don't give a fuck about you Your homey on the block can get it too Y'all lil' motherfuckers ain't gang-ster, save your Crew, before I put
I'm there You won't get none of this money But these hot shells I share And I live by them houses That's right by them mountains I just caught that lick
Letting me in her twat (Lil' thotty, thotty) Yeah, lil' thotty done fell in love Lighting that shit up (Lil' thotty, lil' thotty) I told my money to do one
don't care, I paint the town red (walk on by) Mm, she the devil She a bad lil' bitch, she a rebel (walk on by) She put her foot to the pedal It'll take
myself So I, I splurge a lil' hell You see the money and the The cars and diamonds and you You think it make me but it really don't (it really really
(Bangladesh) Young Money Ya dig? Yeah Mack, I'm goin' in A millionaire, I'm a Young Money millionaire Tougher than Nigerian hair My criteria
at their heads, like hair in a comb Sittin' by the window, I just stare at the storm Know I'll make it through it like hair in a comb Young Money over
days Mind on my money, money on the state Can't judge a book by its cover turn the page I like her on the pole that's her business nigga As soon
up the money, then count up the commas And go get the money lil' bitch (Money, lil' bitch) Hundred round drum on the Glock If he play with the crew,
on the bus stop Dropped a line or two, and he had the hoe At that type of shit he's a pro So Jack and Jill ran up the hill to catch a lil' nap Dumb bitch, gave
Yeah Cut it up, gimme a light Yeah, and by the way, nigga It's Young Mula First Lady Uh, yo, yo Let us begin with a bad lil' specimen
give a fuck about you this ain't beef You live a basic ass life live my shit in HD Feel like Tyrese when I'm countin' money waist deep Thinkin all facts
Yeah (yeah) I'm reloaded (I'm reloaded) Yeah (yeah) Yeah, I been countin' money so long it make my hands ache Yeah, hundred round in the trunk,
days Mind on my money, money on the state Can't judge a book by its cover turn the page I like her on the pole that's her business nigga As soon
I woke up on Fox, found myself starring on Cops Got chased by squad cars and cameras for two blocks I hate the man, yeah, I ran To HBO and stole
And take any nigga in the click to the Super Bowl And party like it ain't nothin But most of my homies they done died over drug money Like Bizzy Bob
by Love don't Love nobody, cant trust nobody for the right amount of money they'll turn Roll up in a Rover hop out With the Shits Whole city know me
Lil Wayne: I ain't terrified from nuthin' I'm young wild crazy and disgustin' Better watch me 'cause I'm coming With a oven by my stomach I'm
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