Lyrics:
drive no car
I live by the stars
I don't eat no meat
I am Mr Complete
I am Mr Natural
You can call me Mr Natural
I am Mr Natural
I don't wear no skin
I
too
Okay, everybody meet Mr. Me Too
I know, I know, yep, yeah, you too
Okay we get it, yep, yeah you too
I know, I know, yep, yeah, you too
Okay,
of these other n****s
I get it, I spend it, your husband on a budget, Mrs.
Young Money cloud gang so above you n****s
Besides these groupies after
[Juvenile]
Put a limit to tha bullshit and give me some space
Nigga recognize tha G in me when I'm tha place
I'll get mad and deliberately spit in
Straight to the money, no short cuts
Now watch me go retarded, yellow short bus
We do drive-bys, we do walk-ups
And bitch I be so high, I get starstruck
the money, Imma need some fuckin' goggles
Its better to give, but we don't give a fuck about 'em
I just came home, shit then got real hoe
Lil' Weezy-ana,
I get money, I get money, I get I get I get money (50)
[Chorus]
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I
he say my name when the music stop
"Young Money Lil Wayne", then the music drop
I make it snow, I make it flurry
I make it all back tomorrow, don't
try, I'm
'Cause Young Noble behind it
Can you picture me stickin' niggas for they watch and chain?
Kick back, lil' nigga, and watch the game
Get
(By)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
Yeah, bitch, I said what I said
I'd rather be famous instead
I let all that get
your run-down
Niggas better have my money by sun down
'Cause now when I come through I'm stylin' on 'em
It's like I got hotter than islands on 'em
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
'm easily influenced by the niggas I'm around
See that Aston Martin when I start it hear the sound
I ain't never graduated ain't got no cap and gown
But
with the lil' fish
I hit today, by tomorrow, she miss it
I grabbed her neck, she look up then I kiss it
I'm not a GOAT but I fit the description
I
aye)
But I got ya, you know, the whole Wild Moneys
(Soats, Northside, Southside, Eastside, Chicago), get up outta here
(Man! Westside!)
This has
may place yourself high above us
Mr. President have pity on the working man
I know it may sound funny
But people ev'ry where are runnin' out of money
to the ceiling
Midst of the war I piss on graves
Kids get graced by my piss poor waves
Never could imagine it living with perellis
Should of check ya rear view
The goonies got hoodies and money, Frank Lucas a role model
Hit 'em and hit 'em and lick 'em up and go get your own bottle
See, my lil' nigga keep that mask
(get money)
Get money (get money), get money (get money)
I'm getting money (money)
I'm getting money (money)
I'm getting money (money)
I'm getting
was OJ
If you lookin for some money bitch my name is no way
Not tomorrow not today not yes-terday
I'm Mr President as they say
And that phantom fits
on me
Know I'm gonna shoot by the way
I said it's on by the way
I'm in the zone by the way
And You can call me
Mr. get em gone by the way
I did it
a girl in a uniform
After the game she was mine, young, wild and free
Yeah old Mr. Gentry was pretty cool he said "son, I know where I'd be
And what I
and she my Mrs
I want to kiss it, I want to lick it
I want to bend that muhfucker over and let's get it
Okay I might pull out in a 'Rarri yea (skrrrt)
thousand, twenty ones in my hand, that's good money
Runs in my fam, we get money
She pop that thang, she get that (get that, get that)
That money's fallin'
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