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Текст песни:

(feat. Babyface)

[Chorus: Babyface]
I′m not sayin this to shake you up
I′m just sayin this to wake you up
It′s all good when we makin love
All I ask if you take our love for granted cause granted
Love for you is real
If you don′t love me somebody else will
Baby girl don′t you ever get to comfortable!

[Verse 1:]
Yea To The Left To The Left
If You Wanna Leave Be My Guest
You Can Step
Feelin Irreplaceable
Listen To Beyonce
Well Ok I′ll Put You Out On Your Bday
Hey Now If Your Rockin With Weezy
Bedroom In The Bank Baby We Safe
I Got Game Like E.A.
But I Wanna Let You Play
And Don′t I Treat You Like Suflai
Don′t I Look At You Like I See A New Day
And Don′t I Do What I Do Say
I′m Through Talkin So I′m a Let You, Face

[Chorus: Babyface]
I not sayin this to shake you up
I sayin this to wake you up
It′s all good when we makin love
All I ask if you take our love for granted cause granted
Love for you is real
If you don′t love me somebody else will
Baby girl don′t you ever get to comfortable!

[Verse 2:]
Yea Let Me Catch My Breath
Talk About Leavin And You Ain′t Gone Yet
And If You Leave
Leave Correct
And I′m a Send A Check
To Pick Up The Next
And If You Leave
Your Leavin The Best
So You Will Have To Settle For Less
And I Am No Elliot Ness
I Don′t Handcuff
I Don′t Arrest
I Do Confess
To The Virgincy
Cause Under Them Sheets
I Am A Mess
Yes, Baby Your Blessed
Not Chess Don′t Jump Ya Ness

[Chorus: Babyface]
I not sayin this to shake you up
I sayin this to wake you up I
It′s all good when we makin love
All I ask if you take our love for granted cause granted
Love for you is real
If you don′t love me somebody else will
Baby girl don′t you ever get to comfortable!

[Verse 3:]
Yea, It′s No Sweat No Sweat
I Would Never 1, 2, 3, Forget
About You
Yo Love, Yo Sex
You Know I Work You Out Like Boflex
I Jokes No Stress
Love Live Life Proceed Progress
Make Sure The Neighbors Get No Rest
We Can Get Together Never Disconnect
Yea. Yo Back Yo Neck
Funny How That Song Havnt Got Old Yet
To Us
So Let′s Project
You Stay In
Never Incorrect
Face!

[Chorus: Babyface]
I not sayin this to shake you up
I sayin this to wake you up I
It′s all good when we makin love
All I ask if you take our love for granted cause granted
Love for you is real
If you don′t love me somebody else will
Baby girl don′t you ever get to comfortable!

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

Yessir!
They can′t stop me... even if they stopped me ha ha ha yea

I′m on it ooh I′m on it I′m so on it and how ever you want it
You can get it tonight hoe
And all night hoe I get the beat from
(Mistro)
A fuckin right hoe
I might crazy go on these niggas I don′t give a motherfuck
Run up in a nigga house and shoot his grandmother up what!
What I don′t give a motherfuck get cha baby kidnapped
And ya baby motherfuck
It′s tha Carter 3 bitch better put ya supper up
Hollygrove I throw it up like I′m tryna lose my gut
Fuck is up beat him up like a million uppercuts
Got a million duffeled up for the fuck of it
Shit get on my level you can′t get on my level
You would need a spaceshuttle or a ladder that′s forever
However I′m better if not now than never
Don′t you ever fix ya lips unless you bout to suck my dick
Bitch swallow words taste my thoughts
And if it′s too nasty spit it back at me
Two more inches I′d been in that casket
According to the doctor I could of died in traffic
Bounce right back on them bitches like Magic
Abra-cadabra I′m up like Viagra
I just do this shit for my click like Adam Sandler
I control hip hop and I′m a keep it on my channel
Watch me!
Bitch watch me!
Bitch watch me!
But they cannot see me like Hitler
It′s the New Orleans Nightmare
Money so old it′s growin white hair
Young Money baby
Yeah we right here
I′m a make sure we ball till we fall like tears
And mama don′t cry
Ya son can handle his
I got her out the hood and put her in the hills
Yeah when I was fourteen I told my mom we will see better days
And sure enough I got Miss Cita in a better place
When I was fourteen I told my mom we will see better days
And sure enough we did exactly what I say
I told my girl when you fuck me better fuck me good
Cause if another girl could she gon fuck me good
No sittin at the table if you bringin nothin to it
And I get straight to it like it′s nothin to it
Yea I got game like Stuart... Scott
Fresh out the ESPN shop
And when sports in the poppin
E′ery thang stoppin but you can′t fool me I know what you watchin
ME!
You watch me
You watch me
Cause I be
WEE-ZY must see t.v.
C3 nigga that′s me
And I′m me I′m me
Times three so retreat or suffer defeat
I′m back 3 PEAT
C3

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

[Intro]
So you made it this far, Heh
We upstairs, I let you up here
You special, Marley, don′t shoot
You know what this is?
Still The Carter 2 people x2
Yeah, you still in the carter 2 people
Hey yeah

[Lil Wayne]
All I have in this world is a pistol and a promise
A fist full of dollars, a list full of problems
I′ll address them like P.O. Boxes
Yeah I′m from New Orleans, the Creole cockpit
We so out of it, zero tolerance
Gangsta gumbo, I′ll serve ′em a pot of it
I′m wealthy, still fuckin wit that block shit
Wet your ass up, head to feet til your sock a drip
Don′t strip, you might fall and bust your ass
No snakes at the carter, tell the gardener to cut the grass
I hear ′em but they talking under mass
Stop throwing pebbles at a bulletproof glass
That′s Cash Money, honey pie
We ain′t runnin, we don′t hide sayin fuck the other side
Don′t get caught on it, this the dailiest grind
I′ll put your heart on it and walk on it
The chalks only for the art homie
How they trace ya after I erase ya
Look around, we at war and you still in preparation
I′m riding for them reperations, No patience
Slow paper is better than no paper
Fast money don′t last too long, you gotta pace it
You gotta know that paper
If you got it from a caper, you gotta blow that paper
Gotta know that photo fobia, no kodak moments
Feds walls with my pictures on ′em
Nah, I ain′t even in the school yearbook
I don′t do too much posin, got a cool killer look
Career crook, get your career took
I′m back like a brizeer hook
Bitch cheer, camoflauge gear, the hunter′s here
Better play it by ear, you ain′t nothing but a deer
Around here and this here is The Carter
Serve it while it′s hot out the pot to your mama
And Slim tell me ain′t nobody hotter
But get your boys some different sauce, I want the whole enchilada
I got ′em by the collar, watch me drop ′em
On the head at the bottom
You ain′t gotta shoot ′em cause I already shot ′em
And I ain′t gotta get ′em cause I already got ′em

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

[Lil Wayne]
Let′s go - let′s go
Let′s go - let′s go
They can′t fuck with me now
Huh? Fuck with me now
No, they can′t fuck with me now
Can′t fuck with me now
Let′s go

[VERSE 1 - Lil Wayne]
I go by "Wheezy: the Don"
Magnificent nigga, lot of ice around my neck, and freezin′ the arm
And if a nigga decide to test, their chest get completely took off
And if you wonder who the fuck (?)
(?) we so sip
It′s like ain′t nothin′ but we gotta squab
On the block everyday sellin′ rocks and shit
Choppin′ bricks - give the damn cops a dick
We cop a whip and drop a brick - that′s how we do it
Weed, liquor, money, and guns how we do it
Freak bitch to swallow cum like fluid
Who it be? Through his feet, Dubbs
Ain′t nothin′ sweet ′cause I can′t keep trust
Lil′ nigga - worth well over a mill, nigga
Real nigga - come around and show up where you live, nigga
Pullin′ out the K′s, nigga - (??) and all
Wayne ′bout to damage your home
Nigga ′bout to go to see the man in the stars
Hoppin′ out the van with bandanas and all
Cannons went off
News cameras takin′ pictures of your family when your avenue′s gone
Damn, it′s a shame how the bullets slammed in your brain
How the ice slammed the pain, rammin′ your dame
That′s because she ran into the game
Nigga, stop playin′ with Lil Wayne
Come on!

(Hook [Lil Wayne])
It ain′t a game, nigga - I don′t know who told you it was
I put holes in your mug if you′re holdin′ a grudge
Try to take ′em when you get the gun and load
and the slug check ya low when I bust
Come to show you no love
Uh, fuck with me now - they can′t fuck with me now
No! They can′t fuck with me now - they can′t fuck with me now
Stop playin′ when ya get it understood
′Cause I know if you know what′s good for ya
Come around your hood for ya
You don′t know me - I kill everyone who show love
You have them motherfuckers lookin′ all up in the woods for ya

[VERSE 2 - Lil Wayne]
Iceberg shorty dammit, pants is saggin′, forty magnum
Comin′ out the club on Bacardi′s, staggerin′
Ten in the Ferrari wagon, braggin′
Ohh, what′s happenin′?
(??) ′round the court ′cause some ex just looked at me
Runnin′ with them cats that be clappin′ the plastic
Nigga put a cap in your asses
Catch me on the av with the crack and a ′matic
Hopin′ that the law don′t pass me - stash it
First of the month, just snatched me a package
Bag it - ′bout to get this motherfucker crackin′
If a nigga think about jackin′, please believe
I be clip-slappin′, click-clackin′
Pull the bitch back and run up on his parents
Kidnap for his snacks, and then whack him
Shit get drastic
That′s why I try to stay as fars away from beef as I could
Grab me a freak to ease on my wood
Transport coke from each of my hoods
Wheezy Whee - CMB′s in my blood
In the streets seventeen′s where I′m from
And I ain′t got no feelins for none of these womens
Really, though, fetticheese is my love
You know the streets made me
And I don′t give a damn if you hate me
Nigga better be S-Q-A-D
Until the bigger man do take me
Squad shit!
You don′t want no violence to keep the quiet
We call my people wild, and then we beef in quiet
or we′ll creep in houses, we′ll sweep your momma
So, please stay out it, or you leave in silence
Come on! What!

(Hook [Lil Wayne])
It ain′t a game, nigga - I don′t know who told you it was
I put holes in your mug if you′re holdin′ a grudge
Try to take ′em when you get the gun and load
and the slug check ya low when I bust
Come to show you no love
Uh, fuck with me now - they can′t fuck with me now
Uh, they can′t fuck with me now, them can′t fuck with me now
Stop playin′ when ya get it understood
′Cause I know if you know what′s good for ya
Come around your hood for ya
You don′t know me - I kill everyone who show love
You have them motherfuckers lookin′ all up in the woods for ya
Uh, fuck with me now - they can′t fuck with me now
Uh, they can′t fuck with me now - them can′t fuck with me now
Come on!

[VERSE 3 - Lil Wayne]
It′s too dark for ya′s
I ain′t got no love for ya′s
Let gunshots smoked ya′s
Who fuck with us?
Weed, liquor done corrupted us
Wet a nigga like umbrellas
Take the woman out a man; stomach out a man
Pump and bust, the guts comin′ out a man
Runnin′ out the Hummer with guns in each palm
If the motherfucker sleep, call him come get it
Niggas be kiddin′ - me awake, deal away
gun-spray - bullets damn near took off your son face
Oh, shit - niggas on that whole shit
Fours spit so quick like that lil′ nigga ain′t got no sense
Slow this shit down - let me get back down to reality:
I cause fatalities for any technicality
Wipe off your family randomly - ya understand?
It ain′t no motherfuckin′ game, and I ain′t fuckin′ playin′
Come on!

(Hook [Lil Wayne])
It ain′t a game, nigga - I don′t know who told you it was
I put holes in your mug if you′re holdin′ a grudge
Try to take ′em when you get the gun and load
and the slug check ya low when I bust
Come to show you no love
Ah, fuck with me now - they can′t fuck with me now
Uh, they can′t fuck with me now - them can′t fuck with me now
Stop playin′ when ya get it understood
′Cause I know if you know what′s good for ya
Come around your hood for ya
You don′t know me - I kill everyone who show love
You have them motherfuckers lookin′ all up in the woods for ya
Ah, fuck with me now - they can′t fuck with me now
Them can′t fuck with me now - ah, they can′t fuck with me now
Look-
It ain′t a game, nigga - I don′t know who told you it was
I put holes in your mug if you′re holdin′ a grudge
Try to take ′em when you get the gun and load
and the slug check ya low when I bust
Come to show you no love
Ah, fuck with me now - them can′t fuck with me now
They can′t fuck with me now - them can′t fuck with me now
Stop playin′ when ya get it understood
′Cause I know if you know what′s good for ya
Come around your hood for ya
You don′t know me - I kill everyone who show love
You have them motherfuckers lookin′ all up in the woods for ya
Ah, fuck with me now - they can′t fuck with me now
Them can′t fuck with me now - no, they can′t fuck with me now

[Lil Wayne]
Can′t fuck with me now - it′s not a game, nigga
Can′t fuck with me now - it′s not a game, nigga
Wha, wha, uh, uh, nigga!
Wheezy Whee!!! (Whee! Whee! Whee!)

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

[Chorus 2X with variations]
Money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money money on my mind
So money is all I think of

Steppin out the motherfuckin car they in awe
I′m lookin like a star bitch when you see me make a wish
Holla at ya motherfuckin boy J.R.
Birdman my pa bitch ball bred born rich
Dear Mr. Toilet I′m the shit
Got these other haters pissed cause my toilet paper thick
I know but trip and that forty make a chip
Out a potato head wimp and like ranch I dip
And the hustle was all muscle just strength
When it comes to that weight I don′t struggle I just lift
I got my hand on the game yeah I make a grip
Hundred grand in my fist same on my wrist
Get key money from a quarter blame it on my wrist
I whip coke like hoes nigga I′m a pimp
Lil nigga bout to rape the market
If we talkin bout money baby now we talkin

[Chorus]

[Hook: during chorus]
Fuck bitches [3X]
Get money [3X]
Get money fuck bitches
Fuck bitches get money
Fuck bitches get money

Yeah
Nigga get it in a slump if you know how
In the heart of the summer we need a snow plow
What you know bout that baby its yo time
Coke transactions on the phone we call it blowjob
Too fast for the feds too cocky for the cops
Had to ditch my old bitch gettin sloppy wit the pots
Hoppin off the boat meetin papi at the docks
He tell me I′m gainin weight I tell him I′m gettin paid
Money over bitches I′m yellin it to the grave
Developed at a young age go after what pays
These Gabana sunshades block the sunrays
I drop a car note in the mall on the first day
I gotta get it even if its in the worst way
That cake like it′s it′s my birthday
New Orleans my birthplace ya heard me
Where moneys more important than the person
Nigga

[Chorus + Hook during chorus]

Twistin up a blunt thinkin bout my next dollar
I′m diggin in the game tryna get some money out her
I′m so vain its a problem
It ain′t a stain on these Pradas I′m just bein modest
Got me a goddess sure how to divide it
She still down and she don′t get none of the profit
We around the city let the tints hide me
Thats a cold muhfucker whoever inside it
Forever symbolizing the grind it don′t walk to you
I make it run like horses do
Giddy up baby if you got it then hit ′em up baby
I know its crazy but I can′t get enough baby
I love it I fuckin love it
I′m a self made millionaire fuck the public
Ridin to myself cause I don′t fuck with nothin
Pistol on my lap on the way to the money

[Chorus + Hook during chorus]

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

[Lil′ Wayne]
Cut the lights off nigga (Cut ′em off)
You know what time it is (What)
You know what time it is (What)
Strap -Up (Gun Cocks)

[Verse 1]
Alot of niggas better move out
Cause here I come with my click
With the tools out
All of a sudden all these cowards
Startin to spook out
It′s warfare a buncha of niggas
Bout to loose out
It′s time to load up them thangs
Hit the spot run in his house
And make ′em show up then thangs
Take ′em in the room go in his pockets
And then blow up his brain
No matter the weather
Rain, snow, sleet, or hail
I′ma slang that metal
So tell ′em niggas in yo′ hood
To get it together
Cause i′m the tolas mario
And we down for whatever
Nerver underestimate or you goin under
Y′all keep on playin with Lil Wayne
But that lil′ boy trouble
And plus this shorty be ?? wodie
Be storin′ bundles M start wildin and
Hit the block and let his toys rumble
And it go ratter tatter
It be ?? niggas scatter
When the M-1 shatter
And everybody on they block
They get bout ten in they bladder

[Chorus 2x]
Tell ′em lights off
Mask on
Creep silent
Your lifes gone
We done left the block quiet

[Verse 2]
La
When it′s time to ride
It ain′t no time to play
It could be time to die
At any time of the day
And i′ll be godammit
If i let a nigga steel me
It will not happen
Ima fire about a hundred and fifty shots at ′em
And got my glocks rabbin′
Leave a nigga spot damaged
That′s how the beat made us
I chief three blunts
So I can get a head rush
Then come around the corner
And your whole day crush
I′m sick and tired
Niggas choosin test a boy
They get hit and die
Some of ′em scared of man slaughter
So they stay inside
And watch they partner get lit up
And then they ask why
That′s cause you played wit′ me
They could′nt of known im′a guerilla
Drama stayed with me
Run in his home went to kill him
Took his head with me
You better get it right or keep it right
Or lose your whole town
Tell em′ lights off
It′s about to go down

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 3]
Massacire all these streets block it off
Lil′ Wayne in yo′ hood
With something like a rocket dog
And i′m after ya
I don′t pass beef
I stop at all
That boy got a head on his shoulders
I knock it off
I′m highly intoxicated mixing krystelle and vodka
Somebody call the doctor
Cause my chopper done went blocka, knocka
Nigga out the way man
I′m sorry but us guerillas we can′t stay tamed, say it man
Are you ready, ready
Ready for warfare Wayne, Turk, Juvi, and BGeezy they all there
We all flare, don′t care, dog they all tear
Give the guns to the one with the long hair
And block burner
It gets quiet they see the rims twenty four seventy
(Breathes)they breathe heavlily
Bullets they come steadily
You better stay off the block
Cause you might fall
You better stay off the block
Cause the lights off

[Chorus 4x]

[Lil′ Wayne]
Lights off
Tell em′ lights off
La, la, la lights off
Nigga lights off
We done left the block quiet

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

[Baby talking to Wayne]
Ay Wayne
I know this bullshit that I′m hearing ain′t true right
Ya feel me
These niggaz out here picking bullshit over money nigga
But you know what fuck a nigga
We gone keep grinding this shoe box is full

[Chorus: Baby]
The only way we get it only way we know to get it
Off the block, off the clip, off the cain nigga
The only way we live it only way we know to live it
On the grind tote a nine do yo thang nigga
The only way we get it only way we know to get it
Off the block, off the clip, off the cain nigga
The way we live it is the only way we know to live it
On the grind tote a nine do yo thang nigga

[Verse 1]
Well I′m a 17 nigga got that hollygrove in me
It ain′t coming to me so I gotta go get it
You ain′t fucking with me I got the hottest flow nigga
There ain′t nothing to see because I′m not in yo vision
On and I′m gone get fed up one day
Put lead up in the K
Come and hit up where ya stay so
Baby momma betta get up out the way
Cause the bullet got no heart
And the trigger man crazy
Little man if a bigger man jumps through
Then I′m in the hood with the pump in the truck looking
But if you ain′t in them cuts or on them benches
Im a park the fucking truck and knock yo door off the henges
Yes weezy baby flow off the henges
So off the tempo no pad or pencil
Well let me go back to what men do
Throwback Benz purple, Throw back 22′s Bitch

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Weezy F. Baby hand cocked
Demand my cheese
Fuck you pay me
And I can′t stop
Please, what you crazy?
Man I′m a get it like the man on the chorus
Got my hand on a fortune
Bang at ya porches, Bang at ya window
Kidnapp ya neighbors, torture ya kinfolk
And tell the cops I murder the infoer
Leave him on the precinct steps in a pillow
Niggaz wanna keep they breath then tell ′em get low
I got ten left in the tech so what they here fo
Nigga you ain′t scaring nothin weezy been a tiger in the jungle since a cub
With my paws in the mud, yeah me and my paw in the mud
Interior mayback like what, Bitch nigga!
Its the Birdman and Birdman Jr
And he ain′t got to his son a shoot ya blah

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Homeboy you gotta know that avenue
To get off a bag or two or you just passin through
True true, and we just passed the truth
Passin through the streets of the murder capital
Where you think ya own brothers after you
So you ain′t got no other brother after you
Dont let the boys in blue capture you
Cause they got pictures of me at it too
Its all fucked up
Bossman weezy get y′all touched up
Gat blacked ya face like ya run into a wall or something
Its cash money all or nothing
Its Lil Wayne the reverand call it Sunday
The congregation know I come with nothing
But leave with everything, I ain′t come for nothing
And the choir know I come with money
And y′all know I′m Stunnas youngin like dat bitch

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

[B.G.]
Say, Weezy (weezy)

[Lil′ Wayne]
Can... they remember... me?
Lil′ Wee... zy

[B.G.]
Make ′em remember (Haaa!) ya, nigga
Let these niggas know your (Look!) background, nigga (Look!)
Let ′em (Look!) know your (Look!) background!
Let ′em know how you′ve been for a while

[Lil′ Wayne]
All I was taught was murder murder
Kill drama, and nothin′ less
I strap tha Smith-Wess, and bust.. it in they chest
I had ta hustle hustle hustle hustle
Had ta struggle for success
Hid grams in girls′ breasts, stick bricks.. under they dress
Them niggas there with me fooli′
Me, I′m full of that dilly
Hope when I catch them slippin′
Him and they daddy′s trippin′
Shorty can hold it down
Shorty be totin′ rounds
Smellin′ like a pound on school grounds
Shorty, wow
Hair... all over my head
Bandana ′round my brain
Eyes bloodshot red
Briches down to my legs
Guns up in my trench
When niggas playin′, they get drenched
My pockets is full of lead
So, nigga, stay off tha ben
I′m young with bad nerves
Since I lost my partna, I′ve been troubled, hurt in this ′burb
So I′on′t even hesitate ta leave ′em on tha curb
And wet dem niggas′ shirt
Nigga, get ′em full of birds
Tell them niggas, Geezy!

[Chorus, B.G.]
Remember he? Tha little G, never die
Took one to tha chest, but Weeze Wee never die
Remember he? Tha little G, never die
Have B.Geezy on his side, so Weezy Wee never die
Lil′ Weezy Wee... had ta steal, hustle, and jack
Weezy Wee roll with K′s, glocks, and MAC′s
Tha little G, he was raised keepin′ it real
That′s my lil′ nigga, I taught him to get it how he live, nigga

[Lil′ Wayne]
Look, look
That time I forgot tha bills
Ain′t been home in two weeks
Macita lookin′ for me
Tha word all over tha streets
Well, shiiit! I love my momma
But all I got ta offer is drama, and many problems
I lay back in tha cut
These niggas out and I rob ′em, they ain′t spin around here
We all alone on my block like nobody live ′round here
Tha lights got cut off at my house, and now I′m lookin′ for a win-dow
I can′t see it, I′ma drop my pile on tha floor
They got some niggas stuntin′ in Benz, hey man, them boys ain′t riders
{gun cocks} Hand it over, partna, my feet done got tired (Break it off)
Well, picture this, I gotta corner this ole nigga address
He said he got that work, and needed me ta meet ′im there (Meet him there)
Nigga, take your Roly down with somethin′ shady, daddy (What?)
Within a week he changed his mind, and... received tha package (What?)
Oh well... back to tha drawin′ board (Board)
Cowards start hollerin′ ′cause they know I′m comin′ for it

[Chorus]

[Lil′ Wayne]
Lemme tell ′em
You remember that there nigga use ta be thuggin′ it out
Blunt in his mouth, would stay passed up in a drought
Run in your house, "Lay down! Nobody move!
Tell that slut go get your stash, and empty your pockets, fool!"
That′s how it was... crime, struggle, drivin′ for scrubs
Lots of thugs... make niggas come ta answer them up
Some niggas choose ta come back to me, ride around my set for me
My lights off that thing ′cause I got that SKS with me
!Okay! (!okay!)
Listen, all you ballin′ niggas betta !relocate! (!′locate!)
′Cause, see, ya′ll got it
I gotta make my cheese !rotate! (!rotate!)
Right now I′m doin′ bad
So just give me with whatever you have, my stomach hurt, I need a bag
I′m street-livin′... week for week
No-sleep livin′
Look outside ya window in tha mornin′, your jeep missin′
My heat sizzlin′
I′m ready ta sweep these niggas
Geezy... make ′em remember Weezy, nigga!

(Chorus 2x)

[Lil′ Wayne]
Look, remember that?

[B.G.]
Wuz up, (Are you rememberin′, B.Geezy?)
I remember you, nigga, we go way back ta True Story, (Now) nigga, ya heard
me

[Lil′ Wayne]
Look, you don′t remember me?

[B.G.]
I remember ya, nigga

[Lil′ Wayne]
I was.. I was (You were doggin′) a bad dog... (You were a lil′ dog) Highly

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

[Chorus]
We gettin money man I′ll show you how to turn profit
In the hood they call me Joey the profit
First you cop it
Then you cook it
Then you chop it
What the Fuck boy
Bitch ass niggaz
They can′t stop us
We turn a Profit
P-P-P-P-Profit the Profit
We make a P-P-P-P-Profit, Profit
Yeah in the hood they call me Joey the profit
If you listen close my niggaz you bound to see a profit

[1st Verse]
I′m New York′s living legend
The streets know me well
Stand in the line of fire
It′s going to be hell
You dancin wit the devil
Tonight′s your last night
Picture me Lil′s Eazy E
Pistol Fahrenheit
LA County got work in Slawson
We get it poppin
Back to Roxbury in Boston
The streets love me
See they named me coca
The Puerto Rican version of La Costra Nostra
You can find me in the kitchen with me apron on
Something like the chef, yeah I get my Raekwon on
Joey the Mayor
I get Keys to the city
And I got ′em cheap the whole hood could come with me
Nigga

[Chorus]

[2nd Verse: Lil Wayne]
I′m getting money
I′m the president Junior
And in the hood they call me Weezy the future
And everybody that′s around me ull shoot ya
And nigga my band let ′em blow like twofers yeah
Clap
I got em, I GGG got ′em I got em, yep
Cook I got em, I GGG got ′em I got em, yep
And in the hood they call me Weezy the future
If listen close my nigga you might see the future

Young Wayne in the building
Where your stove at
Cook ′em up Strap ′em down
Where the road at
I′m strapped up plenty bullets
Nigga hold that
Now you step in out in led shower where your robe at
I knock your earth off
Damn where ya globe at
Fuck the coach I keep shooting like Kobe
The money knows me better then anybody
Bitch I′m paid forget about it
I′m sitting in the coupe wit the tities outted
The nipples chrome
Or that big black thing wit the slippers on that bullshit
Dippin′ on them bitches
Get off dick
You soft pricks
I′m from New Orleans
Homeless but don′t forget
The sun even shines on dark shit
And dawg I′ve been hustlin since the day I was barkin
I walk in this bitch like what it do
The money home
Stop hatin′
Get your money on
Nigga

[Chorus - 2X]

[3rd Verse]
This year all star weekend was off the chain
Literally niggaz comin′ off wit them chains
Put the Desi to his chest
Homey going die tonight
Then his jaw dropped like Napoleon dynamite
Jack boy I been since I′m a toddler
My Dad was sleeping I was running through his pockets
Oh yeah you ready for war then what′s stopping you
I hope you know them Bentley doors not chopper proof
And they go Br R-RR Ta Tat
Just like them bullets dancin′
Come up short wit my doe I′m bout to pull a Manson
Take your kids for ransom
Yeah it′s Payback Nigga
Next time I front you some birds you better pay Crack
What shit - I don′t know nothing
He might be the police coming up with assumptions
All I know is this nigga hear is about to meet god
If you don′t bring me some keys or bring me fifty large

[Chorus]

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

(feat. Birdman)

[Chorus 1 - Lil Wayne]
I got a lot of loot and I ain′t lookin′ for a lady
And you can never pay me I′m from Uptown baby
I wake up in the mornin′ take a piss and wash my hands
Take a knee and thank the Man then get back to the money
You ain′t know I gotta go
Where ya goin′? I gotta get back to the money
You ain′t know I gotta go
Where ya goin′? I gotta get back to the money
To the money

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Nigga I ain′t got a money printer
So for this paper chase I′m out runnin′ sprinters
Yes the last two Cash Money members
Shout out to the new Cash Money members
Baby and Slim still point guard and center
So much money on my mind it′s all I remember
And I just bought a gun wit′ a extender
And that bitch hold me up like suspenders
Cut like a blender sharper than a bitch
They got so many pussy niggaz I can make a list
Niggaz wonder why I stress that I am the best
′Cause even bobble heads tell me yes.. haha
Put it on the hood I′m Hollygrove to death
I′m already good I′m workin′ on my left
A jungle on my wrist a circus on my neck
Don′t forget the Baby no don′t forget the F

[Chorus 2 - Lil Wayne - 2X]
You ain′t know I gotta go
Where ya goin′? I gotta get back to the money
You ain′t know I gotta go
Where ya goin′? I gotta get back to the money
To the money

[Verse 2 - Birdman]
Brush the platinum grab the straps homie make it happen
Comin′ through my neighborhood wit′ 4′s on the Caddy
Limo tints out the pound and Uptown crackin′
Red bandanna duckin′ feds and the money stackin′
Rest in peace to Miss Gladys like e′eryday
We on the grind for the shine and we gon′ get paid
Spent a mill′ on the wheels custom wit′ the navi′
2 of the same whips we doin′ it big livin′ lavish

[Lil Wayne]
This is a Scott Storch and I′m a hot torch
And gettin′ money is my sport
And understand the rap game is my court
So I shall walk and come forth like a Rockport
Or some sort of... matchin′ slippers or yacht shoes
See I don′t cruise control I control the cruise
Yes... I gets throat on a boat
And I vow to never fall like soap on a rope and

[Chorus 1 - Lil Wayne]
I got a lot of loot and I ain′t lookin′ for a lady
And you can never pay me I′m from Uptown baby
I wake up in the mornin′ take a piss and wash my hands
Take a knee and thank the Man then get back to the money
You ain′t know I gotta go
Where ya goin′? I gotta get back to the money
You ain′t know I gotta go
Where ya goin′? I gotta get back to the money
To the money

[Verse 3 - Birdman]
Fresh wit′ the hustle so we bounce back on them suckers
Blowin′ big doin′ gigs got it ran in hundreds
They reppin′ layin′ here we stuntin′
On the grind all the time homie gettin′ money
3rd Ward soldier 13th gangsta
17th hustler known top ranker
Money go getter them clowns can′t figure
Poppin′ at the mouth like this cutter won′t split ′em
Know how to survive hustlin′ stayin′ fly
My whole hood cried when my lil′ brother died
Know I had to ride never let it slide
It′s just the G in me and I′ma get it til I die daddy

[Chorus 2 - Lil Wayne - 2X]
You ain′t know I gotta go
Where ya goin′? I gotta get back to the money
You ain′t know I gotta go
Where ya goin′? I gotta get back to the money
To the money

[music to fade]

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

(feat. Birdman)

[Hook:]
I Bought My First Ki From My Baby Momma Brotha
I Bought My First Ki
Bought My Bought My First Ki
I Bought My First Ki From My Baby Momma Brotha
I Bought My First Ki
Bought My Bought My First Ki

[Verse 1: Birdman]
Yeah, Hustlin On My City Streets
Tryna Get A Whole Ki (I Bought My Frist Ki, My First Ki)
In 93 And We Was Gettin ′em Like For 25
Columbian Connect, Homey We Was Gettin Fly
We On The Grind And Our Nuts Got Bigga
And Every Day We In The Muthafuckin Hood Our Guns Got Bigga
Stuntin On Them Niggas, Gettin Money Stayin Fly Every Day A Nigga Spendin
Ridin 25s And We Blazin Gettin High, Nigga Showin Off His Ride
Crusin Through The Beach Nigga Rollin In Them Bimmers
Them People Pull Me Over Hatin Cause They Can′t See Us
Know I Got The Money (Laws Won′t Leave Me Alone)
Now They Actin Funny Cuz They Know A Nigga Strong
Money Long And We Comin

I Bought My First Ki From My Baby Momma Brotha
I Bought My First Ki
Bought My Bought My First Ki
I Bought My First Ki From My Baby Momma Brotha (Cooked It Up Myself And Started ...)
I Bought My First Ki From My Baby Momma Brotha
I Bought My First Ki
Bought My Bought My First Ki
I Bought My First Ki From My Baby Momma Brotha (Cooked It Up Myself And Started ...)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I Ain′t Have To Touch A Piece Of Work Since ′94
I Lost My Daddy In ′96 And Started Makin Moves
In ′98 (I Got A Brand New Lexus Coupe)
(Now Them Laws Won′t Leave Me Alone)
They Pull Me Over, Lock Me Up, I Bail Out On My Own
I Call My Poppa On The Phone, Tell Him Cook Up A Zone
I Leave A House With A Pocket Full Of Stones
Got Them Hoes Slangin, Hidin Packs In They Titties
Them Small Chest Bitches Gotta Put It In They Butt
(20s In Them They Can′t Fuck Wit Us)
I Got So Many Hoes
(It′s To The Flow Or I Don′t See, Don′t Know)
(Now They Won′t Leave Me Alone)
Man I Got So Much Dough
(It′s To The Flow Or I Don′t See, Don′t Know)
(Now They Won′t Leave Me Alone)
Weezy Baby D Boy

[Hook:]
I Bought My First Ki From My Baby Momma Brotha
I Bought My First Ki
Bought My Bought My First Ki
I Bought My First Ki From My Baby Momma Brotha (Cooked It Up Myself And Started ...)
I Bought My First Ki From My Baby Momma Brotha
I Bought My First Ki
Bought My Bought My First Ki
I Bought My First Ki From My Baby Momma Brotha (Cooked It Up Myself And Started ...)

[Verse 3: Birdman]
And I Ain′t Touch A Mothafuckin Ki Since ′04
And Thats The Word That We Servin, Look Thats All We Know
Them Niggas Talkin Shit But We The Niggas Wit The Cash Flo′
(I Still Smoke That Weed, Smoke That Smoke That Smoke That Weed)
And I′m Back On The Beach And We Blowin Out The Whole Beat
My Ak Mack Eleven Represent The 3
Gangsta Like A Mothafucka Me And My Homies

[Lil Wayne:]
Yeah, My Nigga Rabbit Was A Og
My Momma Husband Thats What Show Me (My First Ki)
Yup, Then You Know I Had To Be A Hustla
I Started Sellin Hubbers

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

Lil Wayne talking)
It′s the real shit, yeah
500 Degreez this time biotch
Yes sir, you already know

(Lil Wayne verse 1)
You see me? I eat, sleep, shit, and talk snaps; so fuck rap
Man I got weed, pills, pistols, all crack
Bitch niggas where ya hearts at?
Ya′ll ain′t stuntin′ like us
Bitch niggas where ya cars at?
They like, Wayne why the fuck you dressed in all black?
I′m about to bring CMR back
And all the lames, we done lost that
And all we got is Weezy, Weezy, and Lil′ Weezy to fall back
I′m about to lock it from the summer to the fall and back
Its Weezy baby! The ballers back
And the wheels on my car you got all of that
Stop playing, I′ve been balling jack
You don′t want my glock spraying – I hit all them cats
You don′t want my stomach ache - I shit on them cats
I get all them gats – Fresh and B it′s all a rap!
If I′m the only Hot Boy what do you call that?

Chorus:
You don′t want to fuck with Weezy
You don′t want to fuck with Weezy

(Lil Wayne)
Bitch what? I′ll bust ya ass up
Don′t even go there round
Niggas get your cash up
We probably need to clash up
And shit got me ′bout ass up
They finding niggas in they shit with they ass up
It ain′t October 31st but we gone mask up – and guess what
And I heard they got a nice chain
And for the right price I′ll bust the right brain
And mommy hot cause pull up in that white thang
Yo nigga might be fly but I still get trifling
Riding through the city just me and my friend
Friday night special, professional tight aim
A gangsta is who you hearing
Me in my building with 20 bricks in the ceiling
I′m more real than, I got more scrill than
Got more skill than them there
I′m a Cash Money Millionaire

Chorus:
You don′t want to fuck with Weezy
You don′t want to fuck with Weezy
Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy
Hot, Hot, Hot Boy

(Lil Wayne)
Baby let me get the keys to the rover
No, let me get the keys to the house in Eastover
So I can throw a 500 Degreez platinum party
Than the after party
Me and my Squad stomping in this bitch
Fuck a bachelor party
Don′t go to rapper parties – I′m no rapper man
But when the homies come home we throw a monster jam
And all my people tote chrome – we some monsters man
We gone mob to the promise land
I bought big – I′m a Tymer man
Son of a Stunna – still a girl fuck with a hustler!
Weezy keep it gutter for ya Baby Bubba
Baby blue Mercedes Coupe – Got it bullet proof
Make me shoot my 80 duke at your fucking roof
You′re fucking with a big dog, nigga fucking woof
Mr. S-Fucking-Q – I′m the fucking truth
Three stripes, baby nice, lot of ice fucking ooohf!
That′s 500 Degreez!

Chorus:
You don′t want to fuck with Weezy
You don′t want to fuck with Weezy
Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy
Hot, Hot, Hot Boy
Bitch get your mind right, Bitch get your mind right

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

[Lil Wayne]
Keep pimpin [4x]

[Lil Wayne]
Keep pimpin keep pimpin keep pimpin keep pimpin

[Verse 1]
I got a bitch in the back i got a hoe in the front
One cookin the crack one rollin the blunt
I′m getin pussy and ass from my beautiful broad
If you lookin for that holla at ya boy
I′m a ma ma mack mack
A pi pi pimp
I spi spi spi spit out shrimp
I pull out clean
I get out limp
I walk like li li li limp
I talk like bitch get get chi chi chi
The best player on my team when i ball women cheer
And they love the way i come out with the gear
Check out theese shoes don′t come out this year
So if you love your girl don′t let her come out this year
Cuz if you leave her out there then she comin out here
And that ain′t fair and i don′t care
I′m a motherfuckin cash money millionaire

[Chorus 2x]
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
I′m a motherfuckin cash money millionaire

[Verse 2]
I got 25 dollars on my dresser and if i give it to my hoe
She gone bring back more not a minuite go she ain′t getin that loot
And if you ain′t got no money she ain′t getin at you
I like em sexy high yella if you fit thats you
Ooh boo you can come and get in that coop
Take a hit of that fruit get hi wit wayne
Fly wit birdman jr. wave hi to planes
Say bye to lames don′t but they game
If he don′t score in the first half bench his ass
If you play wit my money i′ma lynch ya ass
Like john lynch and shit don′t tempt me bitch
Wipe me down cuz i′m filthy rich
If getin money a crime then i′m guilty bitch
And that ain′t fair but i don′t care i′m a mothafuckin cash money millionaire

[Chorus 2x]
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
I′m a motherfuckin cash money millionaire

[Verse 3]
Sitin low in the car sit hi in the truck
Sit in the front of the plane way in the back of the bus
I got ladies for days i got women for months
Leave ya girl at home i made 21
I got that thang on chrome blades 21
I got them thang inside make me empty one
Pull it over to the side by a preety one
Like whats good mama come make the clouds jump over us come fly wit me
My diamonds bling my weed is rap
Call me wheezy the king call me wheezy the crack
If pimpin is dead then i′m bringin it back
Matter of fact it never died so i take that back
If your shoes too small shawty take that back
Cuz you gone walk all day till you make that back
And that ain′t fair but i don′t care i′m a motherfuckin cash money millionaire

[Chorus 2x]
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
I′m a motherfuckin cash money millionaire

Whats really good mommy its ya boy w-h-e-e-z-y f baby so hi in the sky i′m so fly watch out for

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

[Verse]
im just trynna get my own
im up early in the mornin
gettin it by all means
gotta get this dough
oh (oh)
oh (oh)
oh (oh)
oh (oh)
but everytime i look over my shoulder
i see you and your haten haten hommies all up in my zone
oh no (no)
oh no (no)
oh no (no)
oh no (no)

[Talking]
come on man
what the fuck you lookin at me for
you wanna do somethin
do somethin!

[Chorus]
i say, fuck you (fuck you)
get a life (get a life)
man i got to much shit on my head
to have to deal with all of you
oh you (you)
oh you (you)
oh you (you)
oh you (you)
i say fuck you (fuck you)
get a life (get a life)
man i got to much shit on my hands
to have to deal with all of you
oh you (you)
oh you (you)
oh you (you)
oh you (you)
i say fuck you

[Verse]
listen baby
you got it going on your girlfriend
say i aint the one they hate it when i call you
i can hear em on the backround of your phone
oh (oh)
oh (oh)
oh (oh)
oh (oh)
what you dont know about them baby
when youre not around them baby
they be trynna holla , they be hidin
in the bushes by my home
oh (oh)
oh (oh)
oh (oh)
oh (oh)

[Talking]
listen girl
you tired of your motherfuckin friends
hatin on your motherfuckin nigga everytime he call
ladies a bunch of motherfuckers aint it
fuck them all

[Chorus]
just say fuck you (fuck you)
get a life (get a life)
man i got to much shit on my head
to have to deal with all of you
oh you (you)
oh you (you)
oh you (you)
oh you (you)
i say fuck you
get a life
man i got to much shit on my hands
to have to deal with all of you
oh you (you)
oh you (you)
oh you (you)
oh you (you)
i say fuck you

[Bridge]
all i can say is get a life
quit your motherfuckin hatin and get a life
get money get bitches and get a life
get it goin get a room then get a life
all i can say is get a life
quit your motherfuckin hatin and get a life
get money get bitches get a life
get it goin, goin roomm thennn
ohh, ohh
ohh, oohh, yeaa

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

Fo’ fo’ bulldog, my muthaf-cking pet
I point it at you and tell that muthaf-cker fetch
I’m f-cking her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get p-ssy, mouth and ass, call that bitch triple threat
When I was in jail she let me call her collect
But if she get greedy, I’ma starve her to death
Top down, it’s upset been f-cking the world and n-gga and I aint cum yet!
You f-ck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck
The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet
The guns are drawn and I aint talking bout a sketch
I pay these n-ggas with a reality check
Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best
This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress
The money don’t sleep so Weezy can’t rest
An AK47 is my f-cking address, huh

[Rick Ross]
I’m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car

[Lil Wayne]
Load up the choppers like it’s December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them n-ggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I’m talking all brown linen, huh

[Rick Ross]
Big black n-gga, and an icey watch
Shoes on the coupe, bitch I got a Nike shop
Counts the profits you could bring ‘em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordans kick em off they might high, swish!
I’m swimming in the yellow bitch, boss
In the red 911 looking devilish
Red beam make a bitch n-gga sit down
Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time
Drop Palmolive in a n-gga dope
Make it come back even harder than before
Baby I’m the only one that paid your car notes
Well connected, got killers off in Chicago

[Rick Ross]
I’m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car

[Lil Wayne]
Load up the choppers like it’s December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them n-ggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I’m talking all brown linen, huh

[Lil Wayne]
Talk stupid get ya head popped
I got that Esther, bitch I’m red fox
Big bee’s, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, dead clocks
Your f-cking with a n-gga who don’t give a f-ck
Empty the clip than roll a window up
P-ssy n-ggas sweet, you n-ggas center bun
I’m in a red bitch, she said she finna cum
200 thou on a chain, I don’t need a piece
That banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, Eazy E
Five letters, YMCMB
Bitch ass n-gga, p-ssy ass n-gga
I see ya looking, what ya looking at n-gga
You know the rules, kill em all and keep moving
If I died today it’d be a holiday

[Rick Ross]
I’m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
So don’t make it come alive
Rip yo ass apart than I put myself together
YMCMB, double M, we rich forever
The bigger the bullet the more that bitch gon bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint
Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks
Son of a bitch, than I made a great escape
Aint it funny momma, only son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I’m santa claus
N-ggas gather round, got gifts for all of y’all
Take it home and let it bubble thats the double up
If you get in trouble that just mean you f-cking up
It’s a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up
I call the plays, muthaf-ck huddle up

[Lil Wayne]
I’m not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car
Yeah

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

[Lil Wayne talking]
Fuck, Man I been on this block all day
Hot ??? my shirt, Hot
Boy that look like Baby
That aint Baby
That is that nigga
Let′s go

[Baby]
Say Lil One
[Lil Wayne]
One Whats happenin′ with you big dog
[Baby]
Look I need to talk bout some serious shit
[Lil Wayne]
Like what?, Look I aint have nothin′ to do with killin′
[Baby]
Slow down, I′m talking bout some get money shit an how its gonna go down
[Lil Wayne]
Well holla at me nigga, Talk to me, Let me know somethin′
Cause right now I′m tired of husltin, And these rocks aint doin′ nothin′
And to tell you the truth I feel like I be out here for the fun of it
I swear if I don′t hit a lick by next month I′m done with it
[Baby]
I understand, But you ain′t listenin′ you just talkin′
I said I could get you paid, Is you with that offer?
I know you see me comin′ thruogh everyday pimpin′
In a Benz, the Jag, and a Ferari
[Lil Wayne]
Yea, But I like that Bentely
[Baby]
All thats cool shorty, You can get this if you with me
Let me run it down to ya bout this shipment I′m gettin′ in
[Lil Wayne]
I mean I′m sayin′ it sound good, I like that
[Baby]
What thats a blunt?
[Lil Wayne]
Yea
[Baby]
Light that, Nigga I′ll be right back
[Lil Wayne]
Aight cat, Don′t be playin′, This worth my while?
[Baby]
Lil daddy I play with hoes, Is you a hoe?
[Lil Wayne]
Nah
[Baby]
Say I got work, I need to flood it all over
I can′t do it all myself, So I need me a Lil solider
I been peepin′ ya Lil ass, I see you grindin′ an shit
[Lil Wayne]
I been peepin′ you to, Nigga I see you shinin′ an shit
An you don′t even know how long I been tryin′ to find me a brick
To make it flip and take the chips and go an buy me a whip
[Baby]
Fuck a whip, That could wait
You worry bout your cake
Once you make enough to play
Go buy a Z-28
[Lil Wayne]
A Z-28
Boy go head, Once I get change
I′mma go an cop me a Range or two platinum chains
[Baby]
Well look I ain′t fuckin′ with ya
You to young from the start
[Lil Wayne]
Man that aint even got anythnig to do with it
Its dedication and heart
[Baby]
Dedication and smarts
Don′t put your heart in this game
Cause when you fall to deep in love you get caught in this game
[Lil Wayne]
Well correct me when I′m worng
And acknowlegde me when I′m right
[Baby]
Lil bitch, If ya hard head ass listen I might
[Lil Wayne]
B I′m all ears
[Baby]
Get yo ass in this car
[Lil Wayne]
Unlock the door
[Baby]
Its unlocked
[Lil Wayne]
Don′t holla at me
You ain′t my pa
[Baby]
Now stop playin′, Look I got a hundred bricks just came
50 ki′s of raw dope, and 50 bricks of cocaine
Pays 5 a piece
[Lil Wayne]
Every week
[Baby]
Just move it together
I′mma knock off my Lil section
You take care of ya area
[Lil Wayne]
Ughhh, Nigga I been waitin′ to be the Don round here
I′mma have Coke and Dope
Its gone be on round here
But how you want me to sell this
Zones, Quaters, Halfs, Ki′s
[Baby]
However they ask for it, Just give it to them Lil Weezy
[Lil Wayne]
I′m all for it cousin
I′mma get me a million
If power get between it I′mma split me a nigga
[Baby]
You better, But when I get you this shit nigga
Let them have it
I bet you be on the block workin′, Directin′ traffic
[Lil Wayne]
Like you park here, You park there, You meet me in the cuts
[Baby]
Say Lil One
[Lil Wayne]
Wassup?
[Baby]
We gone fuck it up
[Lil Wayne]
Nigga what?

@ Lil Wayne