Lyrics:
Pain
I'ma make you climb the pole
I'ma play you depending on how this money unfold
And I got it from my mama I ain't tryna go pro
If you pop, lock,
Pain
I'ma make you climb the pole
I'ma play you depending on how this money unfold
And I got it from my mama I ain't tryna go pro
If you pop, lock,
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
lady leaning over that grill
Getting money rapping for the hood still
You know I'm ma keep it all the way trill
Trunk pop sitting crooked on 4's
Hit
don't be tryna make no money
You know that's the motive
You know money is the motive
Bout a bag, then you know i’m widdit
You know money is the motive
Do
rapper in the game no arguing (arguing)
And I don't even write, pause
Un-pause this, so keep ya bitch ass lines inside the margin
Lil Wayne dot com
my chain boy
Scream Cash Money and this is Lil Wayne boy
If you want talk you die quick in tha dark
We said we was gone ball till
We fall it ain't my
enough, so I'ma keep on doin' this shit
Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch (yeah)
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot
a iPad Wit the iCloud lock I said no ma'am
Then she said I need some credit gimme two grams
I Need my chalupas by the 1st or I'm going ham
She said your
[Hook]
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
[Lil Wayne Verse 1]
Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
[Wayne]
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
Cash Mo-ney Millionaires
So take it there
[Juvenile]
Yellow Viper, yellow Hummer,
[Lil' Wayne]
What, what what, what, huh
Huh, huh, Big Tymers, huh
Better act like you know it
I be comin wit' it
And you saw Wayne from a distance
drive by
Ayo, this record right here is called "FL4M3$" by Lil Tune, Lil Wayne's son
The future, young king
Bless up, let's get it
Young Money
posted by my door
I'm from Da No
Yeah I stay Polo to the floor
Ooh, my money long, I cut my homies short
From Golden Acres, what it is
It really ain't i'm
se Davido, s'o le se Cover?
(...helloooo)
Vic O, lori Remix (Mello, mello)
E-Money, s'o fe feature Shina Peller ni?
cb'o le deposit owo k'o ma gba
at Lil Wayne"
In that booger-green lay like should've been Mase
Sweet, do speak but I should've put tres
Forget it, I'ma slam it on bubba-bubba-blades
at Lil Wayne"
In that booger-green lay like should've been Mase
Sweet, do speak but I should've put tres
Forget it, I'ma slam it on bubba-bubba-blades
Weezy We, step up to the mic dude do watcha do, ya heard
[Lil Wayne talking]
Ladies and gentlemen, what you have here is brought to you
Courtesy
know I'm gonna fuck you, bitch (UNGH)
I'ma break your back, bitch (Damn)
I'ma break your back, bitch (BasedGod)
I'ma break your back, bitch (AAAAAHH)
on Richard Milli I look richer by the day
Hop in a batmobile got me feeling like Bruce Wayne, yeah
Swallow the perk, I'm about to go insane, yeah
Two-tone
nigga break it off, what
[Puff Daddy]
Un huh, B.I.G. with the Cash Money Millionaires, forever
Juvenile, Lil' Wayne, Baby, Turk, B.G., Manny Fresh
Slim,
Those are facts so I don't wanna hear
All this big money shit like
You be hustlin' matter of fact
You say one thing I don't like tonight
I'ma be petty
said, we surrounded by ice
[Chorus: x2]
[Lil Wayne]
Whoa whoa whoa
Now I'm shining baby glossing
Big tymin stuntin and flossing
Lamborghini
[Intro: (Wyclef Jean (Lil Wayne))]
Some live for the bill
Some kill for the bill
She wined for the bill
Grind for the bill
(and she used to be
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