Lyrics:
From my city that I grew in, they made me
Imma bring it back to you cause you still my lil baby like, uh
I'll bring it back home
I'll bring it back home
gettin dough
Sit back and let that money grow
Damn T, why you talk like that
Vynce Wayne on the beat like why he back
Seven deadly, no we never stop
AJP
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat on a dog hoes
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat on a dog hoes
Them hoes they mad
Them hoes they mad
Now put Lil Wayne on the map cause he walk it off (ha
that
Yeah, what's happening, baby? I'm Lil Wayne from New Orleans
Fresh out the navy, now the captain of my own team
Hop in this machine, vanish
that
Yeah, what's happening, baby? I'm Lil Wayne from New Orleans
Fresh out the navy, now the captain of my own team
Hop in this machine, vanish
like y'all
I say black
White walls with the backs wiped off
Y'all lil' busters just a tax write off
I'm a stand up guy, not the type that
Fall, we
Smoking gas got her tweaking
Eating ass like Kevin Gates
Selling souls like Lil Wayne
It's fucked up by the game play
But we gone make it anyway
Top dog
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
it's gonna get tricky
No Lil Wayne, no Drizzy, your hoe, yeah she miss me
I pour up the sprite, she pour up the pink whitney
Make her hit the high notes,
to the money, not fame ', lil' nigga
Keep talkin' that shit, when up my blick, you flew away
Bruce Wayne, lil' nigga, I fold it right up and give a good dick
feeling like Lil Wayne, Young Carter on the mic
When you hear that Lil' Lighter go flick, got me feeling like a fireman
Song for song, man these niggas
you never zig-zag a right
It's been a long time comin, hear we are
Mr. Lex and Wayne Wonder, who? Superstar
CNN dem got we back, yup, we and dem
Another Cash Money classic, ya heard me?
Birdman, Lil Wayne, ya heard?
Them niggas know they gangstas from the hood, ya heard me?
I'm a nigga out
niggas
Crucify these niggas
Kidnap 'em, call they boss, and ask 'em who gone buy these niggas
Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties
To kill
on the shelf
I got them M's by myself, hey
Forty bottles, fifty bitches
And forty mil' got this shit poppin'
We in the spot that shit's poppin'
Bruce Wayne
and no the rhyme didn't even start yet
Bitch but here we go, come on Wayne, look
I, young money boy Lil' Weezy hold
It for A and Eagle
Cash Money cross
Curtis' kryptonite and the nigga Joey Crack know
Whoever said, ?The Game over?, musta had a hangover
Get money, my driveway sponsored by Range Rover
I got
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)
you ain't never been no problem
Raised up by Wayne, Big and Mad Max off Top Shottas
Hung with drug lords my whole life, I'm used to countin' commas
(Lil Wayne) on my daddy soul
That nigga shirt says the
Best rapper alive with
A picture of me on that motherfucker
(Richie Rich)
Started chasing
say, Girl what who that
Bet he was lame, bet he ain't Lil' Wayne (nop)
Cause I'm way more flyer
Have you hanging round a bunch of yeyo buyers
the Richard
(Yeah)
Cause I don't need that
They keep watching all my money
I don't need that
Lil chain
Let it hang by the neck
Broke neck
That's enough to break
niggas be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit
Niggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard
Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit, 40, I'm
we don't act like y'all
I say, black-white walls with
The back swiped off, ayy
Y'all lil' busters just a tax write-off
I'm a stand-up guy, not the type
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