Lyrics:
Trying to fuck and suck me just
To get they niggas mad
Everybody know my name
Meek Milly flow is flames
Plus I got that fireman
Puffas call me Lil Wayne
No handouts can't touch ya' hands
Lil Wayne, Birdman do the stunna' dance
Count cash, rubber bands, and dividends
And this what I do till the world
boss nigga, try to
Follow us get lost, nigga
We'll buy a whole block no matter the cost
Nigga my money long, my dick long
I'm off the chain
BG got it
[Lil Wayne]
Sittin’ in a Ferrari, thinking ’bout money
I swear I will go head up with all of y’all, bumper cars
Bullshit fly by me, I’m ducking all
blow a candle, forty on my hip Imma shoot it like Randle
Step outside keep ya head onna swivel or get ya fuckin face blown off by a random
If you owe you
know that she the bomb, nigga, Lotus ay
And the bitch, ya know they fuckin' and they suckin'
When they get inside the bed with me and Mayo
And she
know that she the bomb, nigga, Lotus ay
And the bitch, ya know they fuckin' and they suckin'
When they get inside the bed with me and Mayo
And she
don't fuck the same chicks
'Cause its levels to this shit
Lil nigga we don't get the same paper, you a motherfuckin' hater
Boy its levels to this shit
the same chicks
'Cause its levels to this shit
Lil nigga we don't get the same paper, you a motherfuckin' hater
Boy its levels to this shit
Lil nigga 'cause
don't fuck the same chicks
'Cause its levels to this shit
Lil nigga we don't get the same paper, you a motherfuckin' hater
Boy its levels to this shit
the same chicks
Cause its levels to this shit
Lil nigga we don't get the same paper, you a motherfuckin' hater
Boy its levels to this shit
Lil nigga cause
think I need to sit in ya chair
We could really get physical here and the sky's the limit nigga
I'll put the whole clique in the air baby
So quit
out (kick you out)
Before you go pull on my zipper (woah) put it in yo mouth (put it in ya mouth)
Don't see how the other guy get by (how he get by)
Now
out)
Before you go pull on my zipper (woah) put it in yo mouth (put it in ya mouth)
Don't see how the other guy get by (how he get by)
Now you the main
stays in the safe
I may be young with some money
But ain't found by Lil' Wayne
I'm a Libra, October gang
I'm tryna over take
Ayo Drake, I slay all on ya
Changing up the game check the mood swang
Running to the money call me usain
Going to the top of the food chain
All black coupe bitch I'm Bruce Wayne
Ya I
try you, gon' head put ya hands up
Now I'm laughing at these niggas like they doing stand up
Tryna get this money, tryna run these bands up
Hop up
will learn
You ca play with Lil' Wayne
And yo' block get burned
You must love to go swimmin'
Cause tha water gets deeper
See I bust you wide open
[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'
libs
All i see is a bunch of Lil Lil Lil Waynes
That need surgery by Dr. Carter
Sorry no trophies try a little harder
Check the dynamics bunch of rich
tussle I'm holding my ground
Can't take it for granted some folks not around
Stay a hundred and ten by yourself
Lil journey try and find yourself
Then I
a anthem for the hood
Gotta grind you tryna eat
Gotta get it out the mud
Young nigga
Big spender
Big tipper
Neva triccin'
Money maker
Go getta
Big drippa
chop or get chopped, split or get split
Doogie, Lil Wayne, Lil Turk, Lil Terius, better tell 'em
These niggaz are felons, "HOT BOY" be which we yellin'
to break ups like the Glockiana I'll keep ya right next to my hip
Cause all these niggas tryna do is boom boom boom hit
I'll get you hit nigga, 50 mental
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