Lyrics:
your position, and back in the day, I was all by myself, I would rob niggas
Now my money up, I'm living large, nigga
Ain't no need to relive in
Now they lookin' for sponsors, so I'm tellin' chicks, "I'm broke"
That was prop money on the 'Gram, Kodak Black joke (I ain't got it)
I'm not a big
[LIL' WAYNE]
Wha, wha, wha... (Look at them diamonds..)
Wha, wha, wha... (They shinin')
Wha, wha.... (Shinin, Shinin, Shinin)
Cash Money, Rich
And they know how to pop
I need a project bitch, a hoodrat bitch
One that don't give a fuck and say she took that bitch
(Lil' Wayne)
She a doggy
Niggas round the world think they wanna bang
Don't get your ass caught up like Lil' Wayne
I'm too west coast for the west coast
Too fresh nose to suritos
Girl, what that say? Wait, who that?
Bet he was lame, bet he ain't Lil Wayne, no
Haha, 'cause I'm way more fly, yeah
Have you hangin' 'round a bunch
Girl, what that say? Wait, who that?
Bet he was lame, bet he ain't Lil Wayne, no
Haha, 'cause I'm way more fly, yeah
Have you hangin' 'round a bunch
wig cooked when I'm done
{Lil Wayne}
now hold up be -Geezy, what seems to be the blood clot?
is it enough for me to go shoot up them drug
lane
Bruce Wayne, God damn
Hard to drive with my shawty givin' brain
Bruce Wayne, one day
When the money talk nothing more to say
Bruce Wayne, blow away
when I be slinging nine (uh uh)
Lil Wayne, Juvie and Turk that's who I roll wit (who)
If I gotta lick that's who I go kick in the door wit (who)
Baby is
and lets go (what)
What y'all niggas thank Wayne ain't bad
Lil' baby boy thuggin' tote a K foe sag
I be up in all black behind the ski mask
Outside
Chops on the track! Ooh, yeah
Damn, I'm cold, damn, I'm cold ooh, yeah
Damn, I'm cold, damn, I'm cold
See, when I got Mercedes money
I went and got
a Chevy on my wrist
Cocaine Mulsanne, young nigga blowing up - Kurt Cobain
Skating on them like I'm Lil Wayne
And this 458 don't do the lil lane - vroom
Mulsanne, young nigga blowing up - Kurt Cobain
Skating on them like I'm Lil Wayne
And this 458 don't do the lil lane - vroom
Swerve on 'em, niggas gotta nerve
Mulsanne, young nigga blowing up, Kurt Cobain
Skating on them like I'm Lil Wayne
And this 458 don't do the lil lane, vroom
Swerve on 'em, niggas gotta nerve
a Chevy on my wrist
Cocaine Mulsanne, young nigga blowing up - Kurt Cobain
Skating on them like I'm Lil Wayne
And this 458 don't do the lil lane - vroom
Lil Wayne:
Yeah (take me out, take me out)
ok now it was me and Mrs. C
we was chillin by ourself
both of us just popped a pill
and now am feelin'
still in amazement by how my nigga just blazing
So much money we making we just toss and just waste it
On bullshit making rain like Wayne and Fat
Got my
shorty
I hold Cash Money myself, it's me money
Old cats wants to test come see shorty (c'mon)
I got it on, hide it in my pocket, I'll pop it
I ridin'
You're blinded by that Bruce Wayne money
Haha, you on that new age nothing fronting Bruce Wayne money
See I'm the joker in that noose saying "fuck
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
scene, scene, like that
(Wayne, watch out)
Like that, I got a hundred bitches on the way
Like that, feel like a hundred chickens on the way
And like
All black coupe bitch I'm Bruce Wayne
Changing up the game check the mood swang
Running to the money call me usain
Going to the top of the food chain
D-Town boogie, now the girls really love me (c'mon)
V.I.C. then Vic, yeah, they both got silly
Lil Twist, I get silly (ugh), I'm the king of the city
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