Search results for 'i got money by lil wayne' Page #8,608

hommie I got bills to pay
Them mills ain't here they on the way
You ain't talking about the money, then I ain't got shit to say
Gold Glove winner, with

Got the gang on lock and we never give a fuck
I'm a real ass shooter i don't drive by on the block 

Manz got mad cuz I did that
Aye
Hating on the kid

Lookin' like money, Brinks truck
Twitter gon' eat these pics up
I got gang by my side
My real ride or dies
 We loud and we live
Throwin' ass in

lingerie on
You got a bottle of dat Henny so you trying to make me stay long 
2x(I been feigning your lil body I’m bout to come strong
Take everything off

a cherry blossom
I been busting my ass so they call me papa (yeah)
It be worth it cause she be that oppa stoppa (yeah)
Got her hair in a bun got me giving

friends
I got these stains on me
I got these stains
I Cant breath in my City Its surrounded by death
Money ain't the route of all evil they forgot what it

let's talk
Go by the book, and stick to the plan
Never see me looking at another man
It's no fun when it's all correct
Don't know why I've got my mind in

tonight
My thoughts get drowned until I feel alright
I keep drinkin' 'til I'm someone I don't recognize (Yeah)
I got wasted (Woah, ayy)

And I'm taken by

acting like they hard

When they knowing these niggas is bitches
Get money, no trust
I don't fuck with niggas
I done cut my ties, I'm tired of lies, I

Call me Lil caes,
Cuz I make crazy bread,
I keep all my niggas full,
When they give me crazy head,
Make you niggas turn around and I'll go crazy in

"Oh, what you got? You even got a Patek, bruh? (Nah)
I got a 16-car garage in my mansion, love (right)
I know Dr. Dre, people at Interscope
And by

Making money aff of rap
Your dumbass working nine to fives (Ha, ha)
I'm making money, ain't a lie
You work a job, you getting by
Maison Margiela helmet,

Got Wrap in the backpack
When I grab that Bag back
Knab a sack you Niggas wack
Money hungry you fuckin lack
Bleed for evil every day
Write rhymes for

Making a Murderer

Black Thought

Streams of Thought, Vol. 1

2018

Any rapper coming for me, I'mma send a missile back
Not too many legends got a legacy that's this intact
That equipment I'm grippin kept where

you out by nine
This hoe in my face, I might just go inside and change her life
Its money in my way
Its racks up in my way
Get yo hoe up out my face
Get

everything is falling down
What's left for you to do? (man)
When everyone is looking to you
What you got to prove? (what to prove?)
I cannot find an answer

the snow
That I cast from the palm of my hands 
Counting tha money like I'm stacking the bands 
Ice cold like I'm Sub Zero 
Looking around you see no hero

out to Dubai.
Got me a lil Birkin bag waitin' on me at the West Crescent Palm so you know it's 'bouta be litty. So make sure you stay tapped in with me

high
If you aint gang u aint on my side
Big 45 stay by my side
Moswanted the gang we straight certified
End up dead fucking with the fam lil nigga
All my

'm supposed to get money
Fuck with lil wavy I know that you'll love it

Right now I'm sipping on Watermalone
All in my home
Wishing that Y'all would just leave

Do you see that glow, be there at my show No amount of dough, I can't let you go
Do you see that glow, even when I just got out it
I just want some

don't want me, she want money, she think that she low
Ridin' in the ghost going type slow
When I'm speeding low
Bitch wanna fuck with me
Now Bitch wanna

a million dollars, that's what it costs for these jewels
Might seem nice but I've never played by the rules
Catch me 120 at night, going vroom
Sexy muhfucker

up
She said we need to talk
I said lil mami you should let me know whats up 
And don't hold back 
I mean
Spill it up 
She said
She tried to kill