Lyrics:
[Juvenile]
You need a nigga that stay sharp, always got money
Pockets stay full of them big-face hundreds
A nigga with tattoos all over his arm
up)
Sip on some of the 'Tron
I'm 'bout to put a hundred up in one of the thongs
Gotta throw a lil' somethin' 'cause I pay the bill
This lil' money
gotta ask again
Baby this is what we do
[Verse Two: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, what you want
And if you strap, we can trade like the Dial Jones
Where the Muh
Hope
I met Lil Wayne
Signed to Young Money straight out the gate
"Bedrock," now they all in my face
"Rack City" had 'em switch up the base
Blowin'
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
I came in thirty deep like that
And if you callin' and you see your bitch leave
Lil nigga it's on, like that
Rippin' it, rippin' it, rippin' it,
pouvoir bullet time Max Payne
Je veux mon cash ma money ma paye
Young money cash money comme Lil Wayne
Swag with me yeah j'ai choisis ma way
Jerk Way To Die
And swallow and drain damn she wild
Make her trip out Lil' Wayne
Damn she loud, now
It's all over 'cause I'm finished with mine
I'ma tell her call tomorrow
[Repeat x2]
[Lil Wayne]
Armed and Dangerous, Rich and Famous, Young and Restless
Guns and Stretcha's, Crystal and dubs for breakfast
I just got one
In ya home puttin' dick all down ya woman
You come home we in
The bedroom countin' money
I bring her home and I fuck
Her on a thousand hundreds
Then I
a few of our favourite things (yea)
[Chorus]
[Lil' Wayne:]
Carter me I'm stuntin', the Carter yeah I'm youngin
Automotors runnin' off body temperature
kryptonite and the nigga Joey Crack know,
Whoever said "Game Over" must of had a hangover,
Get money, my driveway sponsored by Range Rover,
I got blood
[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
Do you love this shit?
Are you high right now?
Do you ever get nervous?
Are you single?
I heard you fucked your girl, is it true?
the best rapper in the game, no arguing
And I don't even write, pause
Un-pause this, so keep your bitch ass lines inside the margin
Lil Wayne dot com
can't fuck
Twenty inches with TVs is a must
By the year 2000, I'ma gut out my bus
A lil' nigga seventeen playin' with six figures
Got so much ice,
Chief Keef, my nigga Sosa
Kodak Black
Tyrese
Flava Flav
Lil Wayne
Rick Ross
All them dark niggas gon' get fifty-five acres and two hundred million
just how to talk to me, know just how I like it
You turnin' me on, you turnin' me on, you turnin' me on
Now wait a minute, lil' buster
You got one
So we took the fuckin' ceiling off
Lil Wayne, DJ Khaled
No Ceilings 3, B-Side
Another one, 'pon your head
Five white girls but they not Spice
know that convo nigga
Get that weed and white, want you a combo nigga
Checkmate with the sticks, identify by your kicks
Welcome home to Skinner, already
sold the pounds and go hustle the bricks
I booked studio with the trap money, Lil Wayne used to come get the bags from me
You still asking niggas for
Let’s- Let’s talk money i talk that
I I I talk that let me- Let me- Let me talk-
Uhhhhhhh! Money by the ton
Bricks from crumbs billionaire from nothin
[Chorus x2: Lil Wayne]
And i'm so tired of this grind,
But they say I ain't grindin', if I ain't tired,
So i'm grindin' with my eyes wide,
Lookin'
that they step in
and you took the footage from the camera on the tips of our bullets
and record like former darfur [push it]
[chorus]
[Lil Wayne
(M-Money in the way)
And I can't see cause its money in the way (I can't see)
Repeat
[Verse 2] (Lil? Wayne)
I?m getting payed that?s all I have to say
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