Lyrics:
comin through da neighborhood on da 24' Os dolla shoot upper some mo' fast money cash money thats all I know! One...
Corous: 4X..... Lil Wayne Intro with
double bag it
Money so tall it should play in the paint
My second home look a lot like the bank
Ha ha ha laughing don't get in my way
Dun nah nah Batman
you ain't gone play with me
Graveyard condition he forever finna be asleep
I really love the money I ain't worried bout a fake opp
I'll take his shorty
sold the pounds and go hustle the bricks
I booked studio with the trap money, Lil Wayne used to come get the bags from me
You still asking niggas for
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
Like "You ain't Lil' Wayne, you a lame
Man I got to go"
But I did it, and I was on a mission
And little by little a couple
Of 'em would get it
Was
sergeant
I'm the best rapper in the game, no arguing
And I don't even write, pause un pause this
So keep your bitch ass
Lines inside the margin
Lil Wayne dot
Lil Wayne:
Yeahh
Uh-Huh
Ummmm Uh-huh
Hello Motherfucker hey hi how you dering its Weezy F Baby come to
take a shit and urine on these toilet bowl
lil' white kid shot up a school again (Crazy)
These shootings be gettin' committed by white people
So why the fuck police still shootin' up my people?
Money on my mind
Is one of my favorite Lil Wayne songs
Man, you know what I'm saying
Always told myself like when I start rappin' foreal, nigga I'm
at 11: 00 y'all was
Leavin' 6: 00 in the mornin'
Cause them underage bitches had to be
To school by 8: 00
My belt always a lil' loose
To get a handgun
she let me
Need a Rolex, 'Bama Runtz, both presi
Might look light but the bag come heavy
Swerving that whip by the corner
Bad lil bitch, she smelled my
focused on my shit like Lil Wayne
Just do you while I do me
I could rap but I just love pluggnb
Was smoking Runtz with Cookies
Showing real love is so free
bitch
Another skull gettin crushed by a lunatic
I'm blowin motherfuckers domes till the year 2000, oh
187 on your ass hoe
Motherfuckers keep slippin
niggaz real
Cause we feel like this here
B.G.:
I feel like niggaz can't fuck with me
I feel like someone wanna be B.G.
I feel Lil' Wayne will burn yo
and your sister from the jailhouse (jailhouse)
When you died, I was doin' time, I couldn't bail out (bail out)
Sometimes my stomach be hurtin' right by my
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
that?
I can see through that
Tattoo right there like I can't view that
Girl, what that say? Wait, who that?
Bet he was lame, bet he ain't Lil Wayne, no
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
feel like I'm Lil' Wayne
It only fucked up a lil' money
It was just lil' pain
But no cap you made me hustle so I can't complain
Aye this exotic pack 300
mighty possessive
Lil' Wayne could not have found him a better successor
Every shot you see them take at me? They all contested
Allen Iverson shoe deal,
Intro: Lil' Kim (Mr. Cheeks)]
Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Yeah)
Aiyyo Tim man this the jump off right here man! (Jump off!)
Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!)
So, Lil Wayne, wht's your motivation?
Is that really a question? (Yeah, shorty)
Do you really have that written down in your notepad? (You already)
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