Lyrics:
real music is gonna last
All that other bullshit is here today and gone tomorrow"
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M. get the money
servin junkies makin money
dumpin toys I aint in tha mood 4 it
Im Full Of Dat Shit
[Lil Boosie] We in tha club throwin bows pourin 4's blowin joes
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,
Bossman Weezy, get y'all touched up
Gat blacked your face like you run into a wall or something
It's Cash Money, all or nothing
It's Lil Wayne
Beat one of you bitch niggas up like John Cena
Them hoes on Young Money, tell them hoes we coming
Boy, we get it popping, we ain't saving hoes, we
Bossman Weezy, get y'all touched up
Gat blacked your face like you run into a wall or something
It's Cash Money, all or nothing
It's Lil Wayne
the game, put up or shut up
I hit your head up
Bukka bang the Birdgang and the Birdman J
Lil Wayne, here to hang other words
Here to stay
Feel my pain!
all the swag might create a lil puddle
Tryna get money bags lil Wayne with the duffels
Everyday struggle
How many times I gotta say it
The game is my
(Ride) Young Money, Cash Money
(Woo) C'mon Akon, let's go
I got a nine millimeter (get it)
Ready to go off any minute so you feel it (bah, bah)
a hospital
Bed being visited by nuns
Y'all pussy and I smell it
Make me stretch cheese on your
Head like a interval helmet
Money, drugs, bitches, liquor
Money
is leather
Lil maw twist to get my life together
Ya bitch meet me at the
Bar and we night together, cut!
And that's the only way we get down
(We get
A Stripper" like T-Pain
Er' weekday, up in the club like Lis' Raye
Makin' niggas make it rain like Lil Wayne
Boy, mami tottsie rollin' that pole
I ain't
Bobby had Whitney
We was cooking up crack
But them fifteen credit's had
A nigga off track picture that
Best rapper since Lil Wayne in classes
The best
leave you in a trance, trance
Now when I kick the game, I get the names up in the trance
I'm in the in the iller ranges, Lil Wayne, me and my mans
better with her by my side
Love's all right
We gon' get blitzed tonight
All my girls wanna make that money
All my thugs wanna take that money
All
of shit was never given to me
That shits a fallacy told by the enemy
Trying to get ahead of me
They dead to me, everybody dead to me
Everybody know that
[Hook by Blam]
This is sumtn' 4 urrbody get yo' hands up
On the grind, money on yo' mind get yo' grands up
If you on top getting hella guap stand up
[Lil Wayne - Verse 1]
Man, I aint got nothing but some p-ssy and some paper
I keep a bad bitch like a muthaf-cking laker
I don't love them hoes, f-ck
Arkansas, Carolina to Kentucky
Dem Boyz got golds, candy paint on buttons
Even doe Lil Wayne, and Baby like to stunt
They still stayed humble and Cash Money
the braids
Dribble rock, crossover, young nigga get paid
Uh
I'm A.I. with the braids
I'm Lil' Wayne with the braids
I'm B.I. with the braids
Deep side,
the day I was barkin
I walk in this bitch like what it do
The money home
Stop hatin'
Get your money on
Nigga
We gettin' money, man, I'll show you
on the video wit Lil' Wayne 'n' T-Pain
In the back of the hummer truck like switchin' four lanes
Hollin' out woosh boy like money ain't a thang
I gave her
[LIL WAYNE:]
Man a Rasta, shata, him oh fire and nobody enter
Them troop shoot them run like them playa's oprah
They know me kingdom, make em scream
popsicles
Pop up on bicycles
Pop y'all like spy pimples, yup Wizzle fizzle
Original hot bizzle, still Lil' Wayne
But the dividends not little
Yeah don't
Discuss these get money by lil wayne Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In