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Cause every time she want the soda we out Bitch, I don't want no lip, I just want some mouth I just want a sip, I don't wanna drown I just want the lean, I don't wanna bounce I just wanna chill, I don't want a crowd I just want my check, I don't want a trial I just want some neck, I don't want no mouth She just wanna love, I just want lounge I just smoke loud, she just drink brown I just drink purple, she just smoke hookah Quit cigarettes, concerned ‘bout her future I pour up a lot, past, present, future Syrup and sprite, turn that shit fuschia Hawaiian Punch, Alo-hallelujah We got that white girl workin' like Hooters My shooters don't listen I tell 'em you cool, but still they don't listen I cut on the news, and they say you missin' And I can't stop grinnin' like, "nigga, we did it" And they show police fishin' And searching under bridges when they say no witness I start hopping around like Jiminy Cricket And I can't stop sippin' And she can't stop stripping Cause she got an infant and her man in prison Lord, she can't stop ventin' And I can't stop drifting, she worry a lot And I pour me a lot I pour up a lot, I pour up a lot Don't know how to stop, I don't know how to stop so I pour up a lot, pour up a lot I pour up so much I don't know it's a lot I pour more than a lot, I go over the top (Oohh boy) Yeah, again and again, etcetera I pour, I pour up in Cream soda, Sprite, Seven-Up Fuck it, here we go again Medicine, medicine, yeah I need that, I need script I don't need no discount, I leave you a tip They said that Actavis dead, that's bullshit Well if so then I must be the exorcist I don't know what you heard but you heard wrong I got a swamp up in my Styrofoam It can be room temperature or lukewarm All I need is ice to make the perfect storm I pour up a lot17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Man, fuck these niggas "Tunechi's back, Tunechi’s back" That's all these bitches screaming that Tunechi’s back All eyes on me; nigga, picture I’m rolling Strapped up with that Mac, masked up like a goalie Man, my bitch on that coke, she snorted four and a baby Now, the bitch owe me; she sell that pussy and pay me They saying "Tunechi’s back! Tunechi’s back!" And I brought them twins with me, nigga, Click and Clack Let's go Out on bail, work on the scale Put some change on your head, boy, you on sale Yeah I'll see you in hell, pop-pop, get well Make breakfast 'Cause I got you walking on egg shells Xan with that lean I ain't a begging motherfucker, but, nigga, please! And I aim this motherfucker at your memories And all my niggas Bloods, but we make you niggas bleed Yeah, Bloody Mary I’m the one with the money, so I ain't the one with the gun All I do is give the word to the one with the gun I’m triple OG, Fuque splitting a Sweet Fuck bitches, get money—mission complete Man, fuck these niggas, I ain't worried 'bout 'em These niggas pure pussy, pull a pearl out 'em Yeah, I got a virgin, I call her Madonna But I ain't trippin', her head is a monster Yeah, we do this for real Swear to God, I never shoot unless I’m shooting to kill Young wild motherfucker, pop you and a pill Boy, instead of writing raps, you should be writing your will You a dead man I get to poppin’ this bitch, watch where your head land I ain't right, I swear to God, I need my head scanned Stand up and eat that pussy while she on a headstand I’m a dog, ho Camo cargos, semi-auto My bitch sniff more lines than a barcode, yeah! Wish I could take a shot of Ciroc with Pac Sorry for the wait, 'til my album drop24EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS>

David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian, shop in Paris, drive a German David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian, shop in Paris, drive a German David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian, shop in Paris, drive a German Taught my bitches how to whip it, now they whippin', fast learners Chicken heads, whippin' chickens, I feel like a black colonel Louis Vuitton, ballin' like Mr. Kareem Abdul-Jabaar Saint Laurent, I been had the green light, I blew the horn C'mon c'mon, fuck we waitin' on, my nigga? Move along Grass is greener on the other side, I never do the lawn Deepest water, Cita Carter made me feel like Peter Parker Be a Dora, double R her, treat her like a Ford Explorer See no evil, neither horror, my bitch eyes chinky, Kamora Run a mile like Jackie Joyner, bitch should go read a thesaurus Pretty Tony, Pretty Ricky, Ricky Martin, Martin Lawrence Lawrence Taylor, Taylor Swift, tailor-made, made in China Black Chyna, Black Mamba, baby mama, Lady Gaga Wait, Rihanna, ball hard, Sinéad O'Connor, hm David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian, shop in Paris, drive a German Black Chyna, Black Mamba, baby mama, Lady Gaga Wait, Rihanna, ball hard, Sinéad O'Connor, hm Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, Sinéad O'Connor, yeah Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian, shop in Paris, drive a German It's MULA baby, know you heard me, got the game, I'm talkin' early Twizzy baby, got these bitches swallowin' babies, talkin' nurseries Pocket pull up, Black Eyed Peas, the P from Perc has got me flirty Model bitches tryna hurt me, broken mirrors, pull a Fergie Oh my God, it's cocaina, Kim and Gina had to team up Tried to run 'way from this dick and got subpoenaed, had to clean up Got two strikes out in L.A., I get one more, then new Adidas Niggas call me Hustle Westbrook, sellin' dope off in the bleachers Niggas call me Hustle Westbrook, sellin' dope off in the bleachers Trappin' off a walkie-talkie, ten-four, over, yeah, I read you That my woadie, that my 'migo, gettin' loaded off sativa Move the rock like Russell Westbrook, triple-double the whole season, woah David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian, shop in Paris, drive a German Black Chyna, Black Mamba, baby mama, Lady Gaga Wait, Rihanna, ball hard, Sinéad O'Connor, hm David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian, shop in Paris, drive a German Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, Sinéad O'Connor, yeah Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian, shop in Paris, drive a German Black Chyna, Black Mamba, baby mama, Lady Gaga Wait, Rihanna, ball hard, Sinéad O'Connor, hm4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Wha wha, wha wha, wha wha, wha wha, what Straight off the block, gold nuts in my hand, trustin' no man Got my Glock cocked, runnin' this thing, ya understand We be steamin', blazin', nines, pumps and K's and Hollygrove 17th the hood where I was raised in (what, what, what) Niggas bustin' heads and, runnin' duckin' Feds and (what) Rocks under they tongues and, ki's under they beds and Hood fulla real niggas, twenty-four seven hustlers (Ughhh) Until we shove a barrel down ya pipe suckers Ain't no love for no busta, no fear for no coward No respect for no slut, and no money without power We keepin' niggas hotter, ughhh, nasty and sour Pile up in the Eddie Bauer and "blocka" at every hour Some niggas like that powder, foldin' up with that drain Some like that weed or that dope and some shoot it up in they veins (oh) From the home of that 'caine, jackin' and crackin' brains Broadcastin' live from Tha Block, it's Lil' Wayne (who it is?) Nigga, you got that yayo? (Well cook something, nigga) Nigga, you let them K's go? (Well bust somethin, nigga) Are you duckin' that law? (You better run from 'em, nigga) Are you playin' with that raw? (Well won't you front somethin', nigga) Tha Block is hot, Tha Block is hot, ha, ha-ha Tha Block is hot, Tha Block is hot, ha, ha-ha Tha Block is hot, Tha Block is hot, ha, ha-ha Tha Block is hot, Tha Block is hot, ha See where I'm from we keep our guns out Dodgin' cops and burnin' blocks so we be thugged out It's time to floss, bring the big bodies on dubs out And they got quarters, halfs and birds in that one house (I got it, I got it) It's all good in the hood hustlin' like it's legal Soon as you get it, hot (skrrt!) there go them people Break up the block and hit the cut by the corner sto' End up in Ms. Taylor backyard, be quiet, she on the porch

This everyday, at the spot where niggas murder off top, boy It's the spot where they got fire girls and hot boys We don't know what be goin' 'cause we so blunted from trees And we'll be round ya all day 'til we "400 Degreez" And you see when it get dark, nobody be on the porch They got a nigga got on a scarf, he flippin' out off that raw Betta stay in yo' car, and make sure (*beep beep*) your door is locked 'Cause this ain't nothin' proper, 'cause Tha Block issss hot Nigga, you got that yayo? (Well cook something, nigga) Nigga, you let them K's go? (Well bust somethin, nigga) Are you duckin' that law? (You better run from 'em, nigga) Are you playin' with that raw? (Well won't you front somethin', nigga) Tha Block is hot, Tha Block is hot, ha, ha-ha Tha Block is hot, Tha Block is hot, ha, ha-ha Tha Block is hot, Tha Block is hot, ha, ha-ha Tha Block is hot, Tha Block is hot, ha See watch your step on my set, gotta walk like, talk like We done shot out all the street lights, so you can't see who we be like And we like, to dress in all black up in my residence Ain't got on no suits, cause we ain't tryin' to be presidents And ever since the coke drought, niggas been on a trip y'all So you better watch what y'all playin' with cause a nigga will try to flip y'all They hit y'all, jam you up and put a gun to your jug Hahhhh, catch your breath, now shhhhh, catch a slug It's street smarts, plenty niggas that keep sparks When the heat starts, ain't nobody got sweethearts Darling we sharks, you could come try to cheap talk We cut your week short, them lil' boys don't give a damn Go all out for that cake, won't hesitate to kill a man Run in his house and kidnap the nigga, him and his fam Tie em up, put em in the vans then put a gat in his jaws (*kiss*) One move blow his cactuses off Nigga, you got that yayo? (Well cook something, nigga) Nigga, you let them K's go? (Well bust somethin, nigga) Are you duckin' that law? (You better run from 'em, nigga) Are you playin' with that raw? (Well won't you front somethin', nigga) Tha Block is hot, Tha Block is hot, ha, ha-ha Tha Block is hot, Tha Block is hot, ha, ha-ha Tha Block is hot, Tha Block is hot, ha, ha-ha Tha Block is hot, Tha Block is hot, ha WHOOT! Some people call me 'cause Tha Block is hot Shk-a-BLAOW! Bust ya guns 'cause Tha Block is hot Nigga ch-shhhhh, cook it up, 'cause Tha Block is hot Say look daddy, just hook it up, 'cause Tha Block is hot Nigga WHOOT! Some people call me 'cause Tha Block is hot Shk-a-BLAOW! Bust ya guns 'cause Tha Block is hot Nigga ch-shhhhh, cook it up, 'cause Tha Block is hot Say look daddy, just hook it up, 'cause Tha Block is hot Nigga, my block hot, nigga, my block burn My block on fire, nigga, what about yours? Nigga, my block hot, nigga, my block burn My block on fire, nigga, what about yours? Tha Block is hot, ha ha ha ha10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yeah, uh-huh Come on, yep Mmmhmm, bells Yeah, hmhmhmm Let's go Riding 'round the city With some brand new heat Brand new car Brand new feet Brand new seats Brand new smell Put out the roach Light a brand new L Fuck you bitch I'm actin' brand new Fuck you bitch My shirt brand new Fuck you bitch My shoes brand new Fuck you bitch I'm actin' brand new Yeah I'm cold like a midnight In Aspen I am the President And the assassin Cameras on Big lights, "Action" Welcome to the show I am the main attraction Money in the mattress Money in the attic Money on my mind Money is my habit Stay on the grind

Until money's automatic Bitch, I love money I'm a fucking fanatic Always strapped, gripped-tight, graspin' Say what? Who, me? (Click-clack) Blast 'em Chrome 24's, tires thin like napkins Got to ride big 'cause I am like a captain You know I'm a boss; chillin', relaxin' Probably in my office, doing my taxes You little niggas so not in my bracket And I don't even have time to practice Riding 'round the city With some brand new heat Brand new car Brand new feet Brand new seats Brand new smell Put out the roach Light a brand new L Fuck you bitch I'm actin' brand new (brand new) Fuck you bitch My shirt brand new (brand new) Fuck you bitch My shoes brand new (them too) Fuck you bitch I'm actin' brand new (yeah) Ice Ridiculous price Your camera has never saw a picture this nice Hm, I'm fishin', and the bitches will bite It's probably 'cause my game is Fixodent tight Right I'm fucking every bad bitch twice And if she doesn't wear panties then I fuck her on sight I'm nasty like spice I know what she likes I can make a black woman Scream like she white I can make a white woman Scream like Mike But before she starts singin' She got to check my mic Niggas just hatin' And I done lost sight It's like I don't see 'em I only see the light Talking that shit But you boys just hype I hope you bring a gun to the fight A'ight? Louis V tennis shoes Big brown stripe You think you fresh? Shit, nigga – I'm ripe Riding 'round the city With some brand new heat Brand new car Brand new feet Brand new seats Brand new smell Put out the roach Light a brand new L Fuck you bitch I'm actin' brand new (brand new) Fuck you bitch My shirt brand new (brand new) Fuck you bitch My shoes brand new (them too) Fuck you bitch I'm actin' brand new (yeah) OK Brand new coupe Driving crazy than a mother Sittin' low in the seats With the burner sittin' under Got my tank top, top down It probably ain't summer But I ride like that 'cause I'm hotter than the others Damn, there's no keeping up with the brother man I could spell my name in burnt rubber I'm gone! Leave me alone Now the dog is at supper You could wash my plate and put it back in the cupboard Ahem, I'm so far ahead of them suckers I'mma have to start rappin' in numbers I promise, the flows don't stop They come rapid like thunder I bet you hide under your covers Riding 'round the city With some brand new heat Brand new car

Brand new feet Brand new seats Brand new smell Put out the roach Light a brand new L Fuck you bitch I'm actin' brand new (brand new) Fuck you bitch My shirt brand new (brand new) Fuck you bitch My shoes brand new (them too) Fuck you bitch I'm actin' brand new (yeah)47EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> So you made it this far We upstairs I let you up here You special Marley, don't shoot 'em You know what this is It's still Tha Carter II, people It's still Tha Carter II, people Yeah, you're still in Tha Carter II, people Hey, yeah All I have in this world is a pistol and a promise A fistful of dollars, a list full of problems I address 'em 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' with that block shit Wet your ass up head to feet 'til your socks drip Don't slip, you might fall and bust your ass No snakes at the Carter, tell the gardener cut the grass I hear 'em, but they talking under masks Stop throwing pebbles at a bulletproof glass That's Cash Money, honeypie We ain't running, we don't hide Screamin', "Fuck the other side" Don't get caught on it This the deadliest grinds, I put your heart on it And walk on it The chalk's 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 ridin' for them reparations, no patience Slow paper is better than no paper Fast money don't last too long, you got to pace it You gotta know that paper If you got it from a caper, gotta blow that paper Gotta know that Photophobia, no Kodak moments Feds walls with my pictures on 'em, naw I ain't even in the school yearbook I don't do too much posing, got a cool killer look, ah Career crook, get your career took I'm back like a brassiere hook Bitch, cheer Camouflage gear, the hunter's here Better play it by ear You ain't nothing but a deer Around here, and this here is Tha Carter Serve it while it's hot out the pot to your mama And Slim tell me ain't nobody hotter But get your boy some dipping sauce, I want the whole enchilada I got 'em by the collar, watch me drop 'em On they head at the bottom You ain't got to shoot 'em 'cause I already shot 'em And I ain't got to get 'em 'cause I already got 'em Get 'em17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M get the money Dollar, dollar bill y'all I've been having these nightmares of losing time, with no reward Momma would call the Lord, before she call the law Then I went and found time in a Audemars Time is money, so I spent it all trying to order more They say beef is a poor man's sport Behind the money, get that rhyme report, fuck it Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M get the money Dollar, dollar bill y'all Uh, I don't cut the work, droptop on 20's Soon as I learned how to talk I talked business Nigga's ain't safe, all 9 innings And to you it's just change, I want every JC Penney

And I walk up in your funeral late, suit rented Lift a mini skirt, get behind her like Benny Goin' at your neck, get the rope, tie a noose This a gut check, now who do I write it to? I'm dirty like ENT, shout out to Murphy Lee Gotta cut up the credit cards, plastic surgery I'm a God, mercy me, I'm higher than Mercury Smokin' on that strong, full of that Hercules Bartender, hurry up, hurry up with my drink Niggas pullin capers like they come with a string I'm standing over the stove with my gun in the sink Cause I don't know what niggas thinkin, but I know how they think Uh, catch a skateboard to the jaw I'm in that pussy, she in awe And this here is my homeboy, Quick Draw McGraw I'm even on both sides of the seesaw You can get your head cut off with a saw, yeehaw Kill you and your right-hand man, southpaw Money over bitches, and above the law Money over bitches, and above the law, money Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M get the money Dollar, dollar bill y'all Uh, pocket full of money, with a posse full of hitters Black and white Porsches, like a Nazi with a nigga Money make the world, 360 We throw them dollars up, them bitches better be Frisbees Pounds in the freezer, 50 rounds in the sweeper Counter full of coke, naked bitch baggin' up And if the bitch stealing, I know where her Mama live I love this shit so much, I got on a tux Man, it's been a minute since I seen my nigga Bubba Some niggas fade away, some niggas hit the jumper Kidnap your niece, don't cry, call your uncle We don't wanna hurt ya, baby, we just want your uncle 25 lighters on the dresser, yessir I ain't hearin' that bullshit, I'm deafer than Leppard Somewhere out wherever, they find your body severed You know they findin' niggas guilty like they finding treasure But get your money on occasions, I get too wasted It's an occasion I heard a nurse say, "Thank you for being so patient" I know my nigga's got me, we good forever Get the cheese nigga, please, avoid the shredder Turning good to better, gotta pull it together I wish that blood on the floor, was rose petals Real gangstas die of old age And old money, get paid, my nigga, Tunechi Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M get the money Dollar, dollar bill y'all10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Raindrops from the clouds Sun lights up the sky Hummingbirds do fly Ooh girl, I love you so Good lord almighty, I’m in love with a whitey I call her Aphrodite, I call her when I need her And she give me good love til my nose start bleeding Life is just like moving mountains When I can’t cope, I’m hittin’ that slope That great white hope, and it ain't no pressure I can’t feel nothing, but I never felt better Hmm, but you were just no good for me Killin’ me softly, that girl is poison Huh, I had to let you go, take things slow Just so you know I’ll do it all again if I had the chance Don’t feel the pain (don’t feel the pain) Like novacane (like novacane) I’ll take the whole world on, I’m feeling so strong Don’t feel the pain (don’t feel the pain) Like novacane (like novacane) Like novacane You used to make me feel so good Like I was on top of the World Sorry I gotta stay away from ya But that's what the doctor prefered My Friends told me leave you alone And I just told 'em leave me alone It's sad our thing had to end The relationship was short and sweet, Nia Long And I see her in the streets But I can't bring her home Man, I was on her line all day, no phone Hah. No Arm & Hammer in my Tony Montana And truth is...

I’ll do it all again if I had the chance Don’t feel the pain (don’t feel the pain) Like novacane (like novacane) I’ll take the whole world on, I’m feeling so strong Don’t feel the pain (don’t feel the pain) Like novacane (like novacane) Like novacane Sweet sugar hill, yeah I used to climb her I never imagined she'd turn out to be but a cheap thrill That sweet turned to sour, she gave me power The world was ours I used to feel invincible on that flour But I had to change, Yeah, I had to change So I left it for a bitch named Mary Jane Now everything's cool, everything's fine Girl, I'm moving on, I left you behind Every now and then you pop up on my mind I might fuck you one last time, cause I’ll do it all again if I had the chance Don’t feel the pain (don’t feel the pain) Like novacane (like novacane) I’ll take the whole world on, I’m feeling so strong Don’t feel the pain (don’t feel the pain) Like novacane (like novacane) Like novacane Raindrops from the clouds Sun lights up the sky Hummingbirds do fly5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Mama, I'm in love with a hot girl, and they just don't get it They just don't get it Temperature's risin', her body yearnin', yeah, we on that R. Kelly And then she tell me Let's start a fire, you'll be my lighter Baby, I'll be your gasoline (And they just don't get it) Let's start a fire, watch the entire World, as it opens up in flames (And they just don't get it) Let's start a fire (Yeah, Mickey and Mallory) Let's start a fire (Yeah, Bonnie and Clyde, Thelma and Lil Weezy) Let's start a fire Let's start a fire-ire-ire I'm like goodness gracious, great wall of China All we do is fuck all day, all mañana It's a cold world, I stay warm inside her Make her perspire, sweat, blood, and crying Goodness gracious, great God almighty She fuck me like a king, Stephen, Martin, Rodney We break all of monotony, baby, we high commodity And they just don't get it Let's start a fire, you'll be my lighter Baby, I'll be your gasoline (And they just don't get it) Let's start a fire, watch the entire World, as it opens up in flames (And they just don't get it) Let's start a fire (Me and you) Let's start a fire (And they just don't get it) Let's start a fire Let's start a fire-ire-ire Mama, I'm in love with a hot girl, and they just don't get it They just don't get it Temperature's risin', her body yearnin', yeah, we on that R. Kelly And then she tell me (Let's start a fire) Like goodness gracious, great balls of fire She ridin' me like a street car named Desire Stop, drop, roll, and shake what her mama gave her Clap that ass like the choir Oh, I ran into my old thing I say, "Bitch, you broke my heart, but that's just growin' pains" But trust me, she ain't nothing but an old flame And I threw water on that old flame, no more flames I'm so glad I'm out the dope game 'Cause now I got more time to burn in that pussy like some propane Now that pussy is my domain And I know they just don't get it, they just don't get it, yeah Let's start a fire, you'll be my lighter Baby, I'll be your gasoline Let's start a fire, watch the entire World, as it opens up in flames (And they just don't get it) Let's start a fire (Fuck 'em, fuck it, they just don't get it, see we already, we already lit it) Let's start a fire (And now we on fire, we on fire, yeah, it's me and you) Let's start a fire (Just don't get it, we already, we already did it) Let's start a fire-ire-ire (And now we on fire, we on fire, yeah)

Let's start a fire Mama I'm in love with a hot girl, and they just don't get it They just don't get it Baby, I'll be your gasoline Fuck it, 'cause Mama, I'm in love with a hot girl And they just don't get it Let's start a fire, watch the entire World, as it opens up in flames Fuck em', 'cause Mama, I'm in love with a hot girl And they just don't get it Young Mula baby52EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> She all on me 'cause all I do is Ride around in Bentley coupes Got no needs, she got me Buying her them Fendi shoes All we do is shop until we drop All—All—All—All—All— All we do is shop until we drop Right there in the floor She all on me 'cause all I do is Ride around in Bentley coupes Got no needs, she got me (Yeah!) Buying her them Fendi shoes All we do is shop until we drop (No Ceilings, baby!) All—All—All—All—All— All we do is shop until we drop Right there in the floor Okay, swimming in Polo, sleeping in Jordans I bought her cell phone and I don’t even much call it New imports make her feel important No bullshit, nigga, no Ben Gordon Get her information, take her on vacation Give her dope dick; now, she under the sedation Wake her in the morning, breakfast where she slept at Tell her, "Go shopping"; I can't wait 'til she get back Louis flip-flops and a pair of pink sweatpants She wear that on my jet, I fuck her after jet lag I take her to the vet 'cause she a bad bitch You can't be broke and happy, so, me—I'm mad rich I'm talking Young Money shit, she love the way I think L’Oreal all over my bathroom sink Betsey Johnson all over my bedroom counter My pockets too deep, I fuck around and drown her, Weez'! She all on me 'cause all I do is Ride around in Bentley coupes Got no needs, she got me Buying her them Fendi shoes (No Ceilings) All we do is shop until we drop All—All—All—All—All— (Yeah) All we do is shop until we drop Right there in the floor (I got you, baby) She all on me 'cause all I do is Ride around in Bentley coupes (Hahaha) Got no needs, she got me Buying her them Fendi shoes (No Ceilings) All we do is shop until we drop All—All—All—All—All— All we do is shop until we drop Right there— Okay, fucking on Versace, napping on satin I love to hit it backwards: call it Pig Latin I bought her ass a Mac, now we be iChatting Niggas swag-jacking, but I got my patent'd Fr—Fresh out the salon, I took her to Milan I speak a little French, and hers is no better then mine I pass her the blunt; she probably hit it one time Catch us at the game, sitting on the baseline We can call a timeout, take a lil' time out Pockets too deep, shawty, you gon' have to climb out Faviana prom dress with your spine out And I live on the beach—you can get that panty line out She wants to own me, and I ain't tryna fight it She said it's her dick, she got it copyrighted And I don't pay for pussy, because her pussy priceless I go fishing in it, and I ain’t a Pisces Ugh, Gucci only to the grocery store Stop playing, bitch, we balling like Okafor Ha! And now, we headed to the dealer I'm gon' cop my baby something with no ceilings, ahh! She all on me 'cause all I do is Ride around in Bentley coupes Got no needs, she got me Buying her them Fendi shoes (You dig?) All we do is shop until we drop All—All—All—All—All— (Hahaha) All we do is shop until we drop Right there in the floor (No Ceilings) She all on me 'cause all I do is Ride around in Bentley coupes Got no needs, she got me Buying her them Fendi shoes (Young Money)

All we do is shop until we drop All—All—All—All—All— (Young Money) All we do is shop until we drop Right there on the floor (Gone!)5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Ok, Gucci backpack, fresh black Adidas I'm rollin' on a pill, rollin' up some reefers Declining all the Keishas, replying to the Kims Still knockin' boots like hammers on tims I'm a mothafucker baby, Weezy F. Baby Yeah I get it wet and I keep it wet baby I can make a dyke say she leaving that lady I can make a lady say she leaving that pussy ass nigga That gave her that baby, now she with Weezy F., Weezy F., Weezy F., Weezy F. Baby Hahaha, Weezy F. Baby, hahaha, yeah Whatcha gon', whatcha gon', whatcha gon' do? When Nina Ross come and put the pussy on you You probably still a virgin, I'mma bust your little cherry And I'mma come through in something so cherry And I'm sittin' on Pirellis, bumpin' Makaveli Showed your girlfriend my house she think I live in Italy Just bought a jet I'm 'bout to take that bitch to L.A Bitch I never met I'm 'bout to meet that bitch in L.A Ooh, I'm feeling myself I'm so fly shawty think I really fly stealth I'm so paid shawty I could really buy stealths And I'm feeling my belt, and I'm feeling my sneaks 'Cause I don't see them on anybody Got the semi by me for anybody Yeah I'm from uptown, yeah I'm from uptown Yeah, I'm from uptown, Eastside, I'm lighting up two blunts at one time And I thank God I can say fuck one time I'm sipping on two cups at one time And I thank God I can say fuck one time Fuck one time, fuck one time, fuck one time, thank God Louis V. bag, all black hammer Louis V. shoes with the Louis bandanna On the Louis phone case with the sidekick case Might put L.V. on the side of my bitch face Man I'm a dog, I go so hard Man I'm a dog, 'bout to come in your yard 'Bout to, 'bout to cum in your lady Weezy F., Weezy F., Weezy F Baby, hahaha Weezy F., Weezy F., Weezy F Baby, hahaha And Young Mulah, baby Can't forget that How would you do that? I beat that track 'til that bitch blue 'n black It's Weezy F. the monster, even F your mama Even X your mama, leave you next to mama You are so pussy gonorrhea's your aroma Blind gynecologist could see that your vagina Who? Me? Me? Turn beef to balanya And your girl ride me like a Honda Better yet she ride me like Travis Pastrana Fuck the X Games, it's ecstacy games Show me a mirror cause I'm so glad to meet Wayne And I'm feeling myself So fly shawty think I really fly stealths But I'm so paid shawty I could really buy stealths But I'm feeling my belt, I'm feeling my sneaks cause I ain't never seen them on anybody Got the semi by me for anybody Yeah I'm from uptown, yeah I'm from uptown Eastside!7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> You are watching a master at work Yeah! Haha! Drama, I'm back This what y'all was waiting on? Dedication , bah I put a couple pounds on since the last go-around Yeah, I ain't gon' even wait on 'em, I'ma get 'em now We been eating around these parts! Get 'em! (Gangsta Gri-zillz!) My block pumping, and I'm tryna keep that ho pumping (Ill!) (G— G— G-Get 'em!) My block pumping, and I'm tryna keep that ho pumping If niggas snitching, then I let them niggas hold something (Gangsta!) (G— G-Get— G-Get 'em!) Gangsta Grillz, you bastards! My block pumping, and I'm tryna keep that ho pumping If niggas snitching, then I let them niggas hold something If nigga owe something, need a doctor's note from him Or his throat from him; these lil niggas? (Pay attention!) Thinking they fresh—get whipped out your clothes, young'un' I got it all, but I'll beat you like you stole something (Oh!) My bitch trippin', say I treat her like my old woman I tell a bitch I'm probably better off with no woman

Yeah, I get that brand-new money I'm the boss, bitch—I'm touching every dollar that's coming Stop playing, I know what I'm doing, let me get 'em I hope his kids not with him Y'all motherfuckers know me, I'm a rider in the side of the south Got the money in the mattress and the guns in the couch What up? Putting out cockroaches in the ashtray It's payday 'til my last day, yeah Walking that line with a lot on my mind I get that money, never dropping a dime I don't hate—never, not on my time I'll put that little red dot on your mind Talking that crime, but a lot of 'em lying, I'm— Caught on the grind, never get off my grind, I'm a— Pimp to these hoes, not a pimp in my mind, nah And everybody know I'm sharp when I ride Hop out that new Ferrari with that little horse on the side, yeah Zoom-zoom, bitch, ride a nigga broom, witch Half a ki', wet, stinking up your whole room, bitch Now, break out the perfume, bitch And niggas come from off that beach, I'm in that water like a cruise ship Straight up, tell ‘em, I do’s this One pistol, two clips; I aim at lips Wayne that shit, shit on y'all Given to you from the God: I am the God Gangsta Gri-Zillz! A dedication! Yeah My nigga, Philant, rest in peace! Yeah, yeah Weezy Baby, the God That's right Hehehe Fee, I had to! Gangsta Gri-zillz! Yeah, money on my mind, money-money on my mental Super-super soaker, wet a nigga like a swimsuit I think they sipping on that "I Can Fuck With Him" juice Test me if you wanna, bad man, I knock a limb loose I ain't never scared, I'm protected everywhere And if a nigga disrespect me, then he shall be buried there That's my word, got a urge to hit a nigga and swerve And them birds in the tree get shot down to my feet It's me, motherfucker, what's better to see? And when you greedy like me, ain't nothing better than beef See, I would meet each one of you niggas in the street Then eat, and pick you little bitches out my teeth Shout-out to the green and red stitches in my tee, nigga With no Gucci, I'm a double-G, nigga My brothers, you have sinned And the God, I am, amen34EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yellow pill, purple drank, I'm Laker geeked, mane Yellow pill, purple drank, I'm Laker geeked, mane Yellow pill, purple drank Gang gang Rose gold Richard Mille, nigga, plain Jane (Uh) Two twin Blickers, lil' nigga, ying-yang (Uh) Strong strong weed, lil' nigga, Ving Rhames (Uh) Big crown on, lil' nigga, Bing James (Bing James) Bust down glowin' lil' nigga, Bling James (Bling James) Bust down froze, take a picture, freeze frame (Cheese) Niggas on they death bed, they need they sheets changed Yeah, big game Okay, red team, (Yeah) lit up like a light beam Sippin' ice cream, (Yeah) drippin' like some Visine Sittin' Spike Lee, (Yeah) I've been doin' the right thing Take my dirty money, (Yeah) and teach it about hygienes That banana blip, (Blip) aim it at a rapper lip 'Cause he captain cap, (Cap) we call him Colin Kaepernick This ain't no rappin' shit, (Oh no) we wrap your ass and wrap it quick I don't be actin' lit, I'm on too much Actavis I'm reppin' Blood gang Put some Molly on her motherfuckin' tongue ring (Yeah) Birkin bag for her baby, that was chump change (Yeah) Red carpet on the concrete, that's a bloodstain (Yeah) Yeah, drove off screamin', "Gang gang" (Huh) Rose gold Richard Mille, nigga, plain Jane (Huh, huh) Two twin Blickers, lil' nigga, ying-yang (Huh, huh, huh) Strong strong weed, lil' nigga, Ving Rhames (Huh, huh, huh) Big crown on, lil' nigga, Bing James (Huh, huh) Bust down glowin' lil' nigga, Bling James (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Bust down froze, take a picture, freeze frame (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Niggas on they death bed, they need they sheets changed (Yeah, yeah, Bing) Yeah, big game (East side) Motion picture shit, (Woo) at you with my .40 Glock When I'm on my savage shit, bodies on that blacktop (Yeah) Weapons in the stash box, (Yeah) keep a couple lamb chops (Yeah)

All we serve is hearses, you don't get no ambulance ride All we know is big B's, yeah, you know, that's gang, gang This ain't what you want, you don't wanna lose your brain, brain Focused on this bag now, yeah we from the projects (Yeah) We got that PTSD like some Vietnam vets Miss me with that bullshit, I'm just tryna make a play White Lamborghini truck, bitches call it yola-yay Sharp as razor blades, Smith N' Wesson in my breakaway Peep the different shit from behind these Aviator shades Gang gang (Yeah) Rose gold Richard Mille, plain Jane (Yeah) Two twin Blickers, yeah, ying-yang (Yeah) Strong strong weed, nigga, Ving Rhames (Strong, strong) Big crown on, nigga, Bing James (Gone) Bust down glowin', nigga, Bling James (Woo) Bust down froze, nigga, freeze frame Yellow pill, purple drank, I'm Laker geeked, mane Drove off screamin', "Gang, gang" Rose gold Richard Mille, nigga, plain Jane Two twin Blickers, lil' nigga, ying-yang Strong strong weed, lil' nigga, Ving Rhames Big crown on, lil' nigga, Bing James (Bing James) Bust down glowin' lil' nigga, Bling James (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Bling James) Bust down froze, take a picture, freeze frame (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Niggas on they death bed, they need they sheets changed (Sheets changed) Yeah, big game (Big game) Yellow pill, purple drank, I'm Laker geeked, mane Yellow pill, purple drank, I'm Laker geeked, mane Yellow pill, purple drank, I'm Laker geeked, mane Freeze frame (Mula, brazy)5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> The brains will start to abandon the religions And believe in themselves And the new world order will start Drop that motherfucker Narcissistic, insufficient, deadweight, I've been searchin' (Ayy) Lack of coexistin', just don't seem to work with other bitches (No) That's when black and white, when dark at night, that's when I do my searchin' (Ayy) And the Anti-Christ is in my mind, the evolutions lurkin' (Yeah) I got voices in my head, wild horses in my head Runnin' around, horse playin' Breakin' pots up in my head, waking corpses in my head And they was better off dead Runnin' faucets in my head, stompin', marchin' in my head Sun is scorchin' in my head Archie Bunker's in my head, talkin' bunkers in my head Willy Wonka's in my head All this junk is in my head, then it sunk into my head Little monkeys in my head Goin' bananas in my head, shootin' cannons in my head Hittin' targets in my head Playin' pianos in my head, keyboards, organs in my head Smash guitars in my head Fast cars in my head, with loud ass horns in my head Horns stickin' out head I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head (Yeah, yeah) I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head All these voices in my head They're committin' arson in my head Real wars up in my head, crash courses in my head Fightin' forces in my head, white noises soundin' red All these voices in my head, all these thoughts up in my head Like a spark plug in my head, like a torch up in my head Ain't no shotguns in my head, all these sharks up in my head All these sharks need to be fed (Yeah, yeah) I behead a motherfucker for his contacts (Behead a mothafucka) Take the body where the others can't see (Can't see) Seen the devil in my eyes without no contacts My eyes are blacker than the bottom of the sea, yeah, yeah I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head (The brains will start to abandon the religions) I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head (And believe in themselves) I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head (And the new world order will start) I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head (Yeah, yeah) I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS>

Fuck wrong with you? That boy Cassius Keep it going, haha Oh, oh Stevie J! Come through lookin' like the old me (Woo!) White T-shirt and Girbaud jeans (Woo!) Smokin' OG, I'm a OG (Woo!) Sippin' Codeine, I'm a whole fiend Been a Hot Boy since 14 Gotta get my money up by all means Used to sell rock by the Walgreens (Who the fuck is Stevie J?) I was 14, having orgies Stunt real hard, real-real-real hard On a broke ass nigga, then steal his broad She ask me what the tear drops on my face I told that bitch, "These tears of joy" I got a big ass house, got cameras everywhere Big ass closet, I don't know what I'ma wear Even if I change, the game don't change A pimp gon' be pimp and a ho gon' be herself Squad, these niggas might get rowdy Cocaine cowboy nigga like howdy Codeine drought, tell them boys I got it Nitpicky bitch, do the Josephine Johnny Hot Boy Tunechi, all the hot girls love me My clique brazy, everybody clutchin' Everybody cuffin', everybody muddy Stunna not around, but everybody stuntin' (Here we go!) Bitch, I'm ballin' like a Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Juvie That's still my big brother, always told me I was the best in music Yeah, I'm ballin' like a Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, nigga, Lil Weezy I'm still the best rapper, I ain't hungry, nigga, I'm greedy, yeah Ballin' like a Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, free B. Gizzle That's still my big brother, been gettin' locked up since we was little, damn Ballin' like a Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, nigga, Young Turk (Stevie J!) That been my brother since day one, like January the first, Lord (Who the fuck is Stevie J?) Oh yeah, you know, you know me, them niggas owe me Like Scarface, that's okay I'm going OJ, OJ, go DJ I want my bands nigga, like Coldplay and Green Day (Hollup) I'm talkin' crazy, I'm hot, sss, bitch I'm blazin' I'm wavy, the Hot Boys, I was the baby Your favorite, when they vacated, I debated I delayed it, now, nigga, we made it Yeah, I been paid since them days I invest, I stock trade From Eagle Street to Wall Street To ya'll street in that drop head In that hot summer, on that hot leather With them tiny wheels and them shiny things Bad bitch that's into trying things (Stevie J!) I'm too hot, call me Johnny Blaze Bitch, I'm ballin' like a Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Juvie That's still my big bro, always told me I was the best in music Lord, I'm ballin' like a Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, nigga, Lil Weezy I'm still the best rapper and I ain't hungry, I'm greedy Bitch, I'm ballin' like a Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, free B. Gizzle That's still my big brother, been gettin' locked up since we was little, Lord I'm ballin' like a Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, nigga, Young Turk (Stevie J!) That been my brother since day one, like January the first (Who the fuck is Stevie J?) And my hot girl and your hot girl was sittin' by the Bayou (That's right) And my hot girl told your hot girl, "I got a hot boy that's on fire" She talkin' 'bout that Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Tunechi 500 degrees, nigga, 500 degrees Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, nigga, Lil Weezy From a hot boy to a fireman, I think I hear someone screaming, hold up I pull up Mula baby, yeah Hold up, yeah, hold up Bitch, I'm ballin' like a Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, gangsta (Woo!) That's my OG, always taught me how to use my thinker Lord, I'm ballin' like a Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Elvis (Stevie J!) That nigga nickname "Hot," what the fuck that tell you? Lord, I'm ballin' like a Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Ceedo Uptown OG, been gettin' money way before me Lord, I'm ballin' like a Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, free that Hot Boy Tanto That's my OG, taught me how to get this guapo, gone28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> No ceilings Wait a minute Wait a minute, where you going? Ain't my business where you going

I just want some before you go and Wait why you in your feelings when I wanna feel something? Why you in your purse when I'm tryin' to tell you something? Why you on your phone after 2 in the morning? Who the fuck you talking to at 2 in the morning girl? I swear I'm wit my side bitch baby Cuz I ain't got time for your main tricks Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah And if the side bitch start acting crazy I'mma run to the next side bitch And tell the last bitch "Come chase me, baby" Yeah, feel like it's over, you know it's over with You get my feelings and time and shit I'm in my feelings cause it's over And you know right is right, so come over tonight Don't want fuss and fight, let's get right Right now a nigga feeling so nice And I feel like I owe you something Let me show you something girl And it's gon' be nice Right now a nigga feeling so nice Feel like I owe you something Let me show you something girl I'm nice, T I'm nice E I'm nice, Hood I'm nice, Steve I'm nice Hold up, I think these pills give me extra emotions Hold up, I think they kicking in, I'm going through the motions Yeah-yeah-yeah-yea I feel like celebrating, what you doing, I'm bout to come over Your homegirl there, I really feel like I can take both of 'em Oh my Can I ask why You give me that eye Every time we Facetime? That's cause you know I I'mma come back, reply With "Don't you move a muscle, I'm bout to come by" Every time, like we on rewind Back it up, rewind Like (Missy Elliot Reference) We fuck on Versace You watch me Cause I got the mirror on top me And I be just going in like Rocky That dick got you snoring, I record you, send you a copy You be so embarrassed, you say don't mock me And I be like that's our secret that I keep And I feel like pouring some lean in this styr-e Said I feel like pouring some lean in this styr-e Hold up You know I'm the nicest, this dick need a license But why did you leave me, I swear it's a crisis If you ever need me, I come quick as lightning Don't give him no pussy if he cum quick as lightning Just saw your sis and I got so excited She tell me you just celebrated sobriety But you didn't invite me That's that bullshit, I need a lighter You should be nicer I swear I'm wit my side bitch baby (hold up) Cuz I ain't got time for your main tricks Yeah-yeah-yeah (hold up) But that's OK cause I'm nice Hey Manny, I'm nice No ceilings11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yeah yeah yeah yeah Mmm-mh I been smokin' on the gas, hocus pocus on the gas I been snorklin' in the cash, going Krogers with the bags I done went blonde, goin' Hulk Hogan on they ass Tell my shooters "Count me out", and I end up doin' the math I been fuckin' in the shower so my dreads soaked I been fuckin' on the counter 'cause my bed's soaked You know my lean nice and cold, like some dead folks You know my eyes nice and low, like I make egg rolls, oh I got them pills, we call 'em illies I got the wet, I'm water whippin' I rob his ass like Robin Givens I get them Ms a mile a minute Don't pay your bill, I'm power trippin' BET, that's how I'm livin' I got three hoes followin' me Ho, ho, ho; I'm down the chimney Hello, I make her throw away her pussy toys, yeah Ain't got a job, I make her look employed, yeah She do the money count in just her drawers, yeah I make her count out loud, I listen hard I been fuckin' models, they been walkin' 'round in towels They been snortin' powder, I been in here takin' downers They been countin' for hours, getting kisses by the thousands Money and the power, they be in here watchin' Power All my shooters accurate, codeine like a daiquiri Run up, run up in your factory, mask is on like Michael Jackson Brrrt! Pull up like a taxi, stereo on maxi Nigga, bury your own casket

Nigga, say hello to Rabbit My lil homies bang, my lil homies, they deranged They don't want the fame, kill your ass then fly to Spain Ding-ding, coke and ice cream, that shit got a nice ring Put my face up in the pussy, I'm just sight-seeing Yeah, starin' at the world through an automatic Sweet mother of pearl, sweet Jesus of Nazareth Quickly, quickly, quickly, gettin' slow, baby I could turn your baby to a poor baby, sure baby Look, I cannot sit down without gettin' down What's new in town? Let's do it now A couple marbles ain't been found A couple screws been screwed around My father ain't been 'round, my heart ain't missed a pound The system of a down, and it's been up and down A psycho, all I'm missin' is the gown Sippin' up, I piss enough to drown, twistin' up a pound High as fuck, a Bentley truck on clouds, y'all so underground I break a whole bunch of fuckin' vows Come to hunt you down All up in your section Use protection when you fuck around Possession of deception, imperfection, no affection No correct your transgression, turn depression to aggression Got an obsession for expression With no pressure, no discretion, and the F is for the "Flesh of all the fleshless ones, I left 'em, F 'em." Your bitch open so we run in it, any club, got my gun in it I ain't even got to touch you dudes, I'll get you killed young nigga Eat, sleep, talk shit, rap, brand new AK, all black Tunechi gave me this gift wrapped Your bars sweet, candy, Kit-Kat Hope you pussy niggas get mad Keep the voodoo on me, witchcraft Off-White, Gucci, mix match All my diamonds drip, shit splash Black BMW, your bitch gave me top at the W She told me Dollaz I'm over you These bitches way too emotional, uh So much perkys, I'm barely sober Diamond choker, crazy, bipolar Keep my niggas with me, I tote 'em Never be committed, I told her Enough with you niggas, I do not fuck with you niggas I know I'm stuck with you niggas Grew up with you niggas We all was swipin' cards, scammin' it up with you niggas Miami ballin', it's a hobby, call a nigga Joe Robbie Haitian food or hibachi, ATV's, walkie-talkies Chris Paul, we load the rocket Eight ball, corner pocket Ah man, nigga stop it, you know it's Dollaz When it comes to rap, no problems Haha, hold up, talk to 'em I'm the hottest out in my city, Bad Boy too, ask Diddy Hundred foot yacht, jet skiin', bitches kissin' bitches, lesbian Niggas talkin' beef, let's see 'em Y'all don't want beef, y'all vegan If so, come, no semen (Yeah, you get it?) Future put me on, he from Atlanta Niggas in my city crabs in a barrel Made it out without y'all help I can say I did it myself Tunechi told me leave this beat blessed I killed this shit, no stress First 48, this stretch Someone tell me what's next?5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I'm that Dominican nigga, your bitch be talkin' 'bout I'm in a different city, you can fuck her now I got a whole collection of my ho collection Y-M-C-M-B no autocorrection I said, "Fuck all y'all niggas, except my niggas" Security don't check my niggas, all y'all niggas gon' respect my niggas Either that or get a whack or get a bat to the back of the neck my nigga Yeah that shorty with y'all with y'all, cause she never met a big dog 'til she met my niggas Got a big dream, from a small town Got a small circle, you never get around Old hoes thinkin' I'mma put 'em on now Room full of bad bitches, I'mma put 'em all down Always been broke, who's rich now? I ain't never had change, why switch now? Money talks nigga, I ain't never heard shit Til y'all heard me spit, now everything loud Got a mojo, with a flow-flow Got a whole load, don't know if it's a promo Never cuff hoes, hell no that's a no-no Coolin' in the cut with a bud sipping romo No love for the po-po's Gotta pour more for my niggas in the hell hole Never tell though, I'mma need a little more dope for my uncle Cause I sell flows and he sell dope, nigga work Yeah, Euro What up this Mack the fortune teller The nigga that put y'all on Miley Cyrus

Negrodamus my nigga Predicting futures You need some lottery numbers holla at me nigga I got you Put a nigga in that hearse, long ass K no nina Word to Martin I'm cold with this homie buck shots Like Pam make a nigga say, "Damn Gina" Millzy! Money don't mean nothing, my youngin' I'll kill you for some sneakers This Dedication 5, no vacations slime We in the endzone and they in bleachers Cheerleaders, we ain't worried 'bout nothin', nothin' Nigga act dumb, push the button, fuck 'em Get 'em out of here like the 6th foul in the NBA Little nigga no discussion Boy I'll close ya case, like judge Millz Lane All y'all wack ass niggas stay out of Millz lane Big guns that go over the shoulder dog My team strapped, no overalls So please don't make me do it, got soldiers and shooters These bullets will swallow like shots of Kahlua When we light up the weed then we fly like a rumor Then hop on the plane and fly over you losers Put racks on your head now you sleep in the sewer I'm not from this era that beef on computers Look boy if it's war, then all we comin' after you Special I'm smashin ya, somethin' like Gallagher Shots in your challenger, shots in your passenger Hittin' your girl then I'm passing her Jae Millz ain't worried 'bout nothin' Young Money ain't worried 'bout nothin' D5! We ain't worried 'bout nothin' (Young Money) Nigga we ain't worried 'bout nothin' (Jae Millz) Nigga we ain't worried 'bout nothin' (not a thing) Nigga we ain't worried 'bout nothin' (D5)6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Before I sleep I pray to the Lord my soul to keep And if I should die before I wake I pray to the Lord my soul to take for goodness sake Before I sleep I pray to the Lord my soul to keep And if I should die before I wake I pray to the Lord my soul to take for goodness sake Yeah, I wrote my will just the other week It was funny, it was only one sheet And I know there's only one me But I hope I am everything my son be I'm trying to live right, stay on the drum beat But I'm in the fast lane, in the front seat I wonder will I lose control of the Maserati? And hit some tree, just being young me Is there a heaven for G's and soldiers? I can't go to hell, cause I'd take over I feel it approaching but I ain't scared I made that bed and I should rest in peace Before I sleep I pray to the Lord my soul to keep And if I should die before I wake I pray to the Lord my soul to take for goodness sake Before I sleep I pray to the Lord my soul to keep And if I should die before I wake I pray to the Lord my soul to take for goodness sake Yeah, and every time I see the sunshine I drop down and give thanks at least one time I'm feeling like I'm living on the front line I'm feeling like every second is crunch time I've had breakfast, will I make it to lunch time? And I ain't joking so don't be looking for punchlines Will I be the next victim of a gun crime? I don't know the answer, that's why I brung mine Riding by myself late at night Pistol on my lap at every single red light I made my bed right, so when I do I should sleep tight In peace I rest Before I sleep I pray to the Lord my soul to keep And if I should die before I wake I pray to the Lord my soul to take for goodness sake Before I sleep I pray to the Lord my soul to keep And if I should die before I wake I pray to the Lord my soul to take for goodness sake Bury me a gangsta cause that's what I live Don't cry for me I gave the best I could give

I can only do me, so that's what I did And I cherish every breath of my kid And I don't wanna go before she grow, that ain't cool But in this game of life, I don't make the rules Shit, so that's why I get twisted So I can't feel it when it hits me And my moms don't need that on her But I see death around the corner And if he, so happens to make his way around the block You gotta answer the door when he knock, believe that Before I sleep I pray to the Lord my soul to keep And if I should die before I wake I pray to the Lord my soul to take for goodness sake Before I sleep I pray to the Lord my soul to keep And if I should die before I wake I pray to the Lord my soul to take for goodness sake3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Now who gon' pop me? Who gon' pop me? Bunch of niggas in here lookin' like, "Not me" Bunch of lookin' ass niggas I do not see Got my slimes in this bitch and they got me Bunch of niggas with me lookin' like, "Copy" Bunch of lookin' ass bitches tryna watch me No Itachi Bitch, I'm rollin' like my nigga on Degrassi Now who gon' pop me? (Yeah) Who gon' pop me? (Yeah) Who gon' pop me? (Yeah) Bunch of niggas in here lookin' like, "Not me" (Yeah) Yes, I'm stuntin' on these niggas, let the opps see (Yeah) Who gon' pop me? (Yeah) Put some money on my head, but your shooter missed But you know karma is a bitch just like you a bitch Walked in the pet store said, "Get me a cobra" Gotta keep your friends close, enemies closer You know wifey from Australia, she said, "Cheers, mate" Then we toast and see how you niggas' tears taste Mix the soda and codeine, that's a mixtape And if you hatin', come and say it to my dick face But who the fuck want war? No one so far Two cups, no straw, bustdown Chopard Smoke medicinal 'cause I'm sick I'm 5'5", them Balencis make me 5'6" It's my shit, nigga, smell that I'm in the Koenigsegg, nigga, spell that Where they sell that? I'm goin' turbo, yeah Stompin' on a nigga turf 'til I get turf toe, yeah Heard you got your own wave, no surfboard, damn Told her, "Give me dirty head, no shampoo" I like my blunt Remy thick, no capoose Talkin' shit and it taste like apples Fuck rappers Now who gon' pop me? Who gon' pop me? (Huh) Who gon' pop me? (Huh) Bunch of niggas in here lookin' like, "Not me" Bunch of lookin' ass niggas tryna spot me Who gon' pop me? (Huh) Now who gon' pop me? (Yeah) Who gon' pop me? (Yeah) Who gon' pop me? (Yeah) Full tank, I'm on F, 'bout to pop E Bunch of bitches lookin' at me like I'm Papi I say, "Aquí" Okay, who gon' pop me? (Huh? Huh?) You not poppin' (Huh?) My drip droppin', nigga, you gon' mop it Get your popcorn, nigga, I've been poppin' since Pop Warner Nigga, I pop up and Pop-Tart a nigga, what's poppin'? (What's poppin'?) Yeah, Uzi on my seat (Huh?) Money on my mind, so I usually overthink Yeah, I'm runnin' out of time, so I bought another Rollie Once upon a time, that's the moral of the story You're a Cookie Monster (Yeah), lookin' at a goblin (Yeah) Got a pussy popper (Yeah), I call her Mary Poppins (Ooh) I got a few choppers (Yeah), I like to have my options If you a goon, nigga, I'm a balloon, nigga Now who gon' pop me? (Yeah) Who gon' pop me? (Yeah) Who gon' pop me? (Yeah) Bunch of niggas in here lookin' like, "Not me" (Huh?) Bunch of lookin' ass niggas I do not see (Huh?) Got my slimes in this bitch and they got me (Yeah) Bunch of niggas with me lookin' like, "Copy" (Woo) Bunch of bitches lookin' at me like Papi (Woo) I say, "Grazie" (Yeah) Bitch, I'm rollin' like my nigga on Degrassi (Yeah)

Now who gon' pop me? Who gon' pop me? (Huh?) Who gon' pop me? (Huh?) Bunch of niggas in here lookin' like, "Not me" Bunch of lookin' ass niggas tryna spot me Who gon' pop me? (Uh) Now who gon' pop me? (Yeah) Who gon' pop me? (Yeah) Who gon' pop me? (Yeah) Full tank, I'm on F, 'bout to pop E Bunch of bitches lookin' at me like I'm Papi I say, "Aquí" Ain't gon' roll up, I'ma pop up (Uh) And get you popped up (Uh) Ain't no tellin' where your body might pop up Ain't gon' pull up, I'ma pop up And get you popped up But ain't no tellin' where your body might pop up Who the fuck want war? (Who the fuck want war?) Who the fuck want war? (Who the fuck want war?)4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Man...Mike, cut something on! Man, they don't never let me get on nothin' dog Man cut-man cut-man cut something on, man! Man, hurry up though, before Tune get back, come on! Yeah, D5 motherfucker! It's Tunechi Jr. bitch! Pops, lemme go ahead and get 'em one time, ya heard me? Hol' up! Turn my motherfuckin' mic on And I ain't leavin' 'til the motherfuckin' lights on This ain't a dick, this a motherfuckin' python And if it's war call me, fuck Tyrone You know what? It's time for y'all niggas to sit Big ass house, no room for bullshit Such and such told me, "Chuck, you ain't rich!" Well tell such and such they can suck my dick Cause I got a lot of sperm if you need it, sperm if you need it I made you go crazy for no fuckin' reason I beat you pussy niggas up 'til you start bleedin' Menstrual cycle, fuck it, go ahead bleach 'em Diarrhea, I'm running this shit, I'm just gettin' my laps on All my niggas strapped up and y'all pussy niggas got strap-ons Bitch we breed this 5-stars, bitch we bleed these 5-stars YMCMB, you can come get fucked by 5 stars! She ain't got too comfortable, I done made her stupid ass walk home I kill the beat the barrel on the yopper round as a motherfuckin' Super Dome You know I'm a fuckin' beast, yeah I'm a fuckin' creep You could get these 30 clips if you wanna make a scene Tune let me off the leash, now I run the fucking streets Two fingers in her pussy, then I tell her pussy, "Peace!" It's Chuckee, she say, "Yo' name Chuckee?" I said, "No, my name's Suck Me!" Introduce you to T if your stupid ass lucky Fuke roll 'em fat, kinda got my nose stuffy All my niggas on gas, Quik Trip And all my niggas gon' blast this shit See, all y'all niggas doin' bad and shit So really I'mma act a fuckin' ass this year Trukfit on my neck, that Truk mean I'll truck your ass She got junk up in her trunk, I guess it's time to take out the trash And you thought this shit was over Got paper like a fuckin' school folder If her grass ain't cut, get the lawnmower Tony, tell them bitches it's Libra gang Vocal lessons, let the nina sing Before I leave up out this bitch, they gon' know my fuckin' name Birdman Jr. Junior! Fuck a dog, bitch I got a puma Man these niggas' pussies stink, no wonder why I was smellin' tuna Lame ass boys don't want no trouble, pussy niggas just a bunch of suckers Smashing all they moms, you could call me a motherfucker Man I'm about to act an ass and this shit here? Just a little tease Pull big willie out my pants and all them girls say, "Hercules!" Bitch I'm livin' B.I.G., my gun is little cease If that girl don't pop it off, I'll just skeet right on her weave Okay that gold pack in my pocket; I'm like a rag up in a socket? And when I cock that nina nine, you better not cock block me YM be the shit, I say, "Damn everybody else" I be kicking girls out the condo, I got a black belt Big bro said, "It's your time nigga" You heard what the fuck the man said Boy I body these verses, that's why they cost a arm and a leg Left that coochie smokin', she gon' fail her drug test My chain on freeze, call my shit under arrest I'm gone! Mike turn the mic off dog! Fuck, I'm just playing around dog Man cut the beat off before Tune get back!2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I don't trust nobody, not my lovers, not my friends I don't make no promises, 'cause I know just how they'll end

I don't trust nobody, I don't need nobody else And as messed up as it sounds, I don't even trust myself If you out there in the streets and you've been lookin' for me When you find me, tell me, "I said I've been lookin' for me" I've been lookin' for some love, but it ain't lookin' for me That's why she bite her tongue when she tell me that pussy for me I've been lookin' at the cross and it just look like a "T" Two fingers, I keep 'em crossed, I can't be lookin' for peace I've been lookin' at the stars and they don't glisten for me I've been lookin' in the mirror, he don't listen to me, sheesh If I die before I wake (Yeah) Pray the Lord, my soul to take (Uh) I lost count of my mistakes (Shit) At least I learned along the way And I don't trust nobody (Nobody), not my lovers, not my friends (Nobody) I don't make no promises (No promises), 'cause I know just how they'll end And I don't trust nobody, I don't need nobody else (Nobody else) And as messed up as it sounds, I don't even trust myself If you out there in the streets and you've been lookin' for me You gon' find a bunch of motherfuckers lookin' like me I ain't ever lookin' back because the light always green Safe to say I lost my way, but I never lost the lead Safe to say I lost the brakes, but I never lost the speed Wakey-wake, I lost some sleep, but I never lost the dream If you out there at the crossroads lookin' for me You gon' find me with my eyes closed lookin' for grief If I die before I wake (Yeah) Pray the Lord, my soul to take (Uh) I lost count of my mistakes At least I learned along the way I don't trust nobody, not my lovers, not my friends I don't make no promises, 'cause I know just how they'll end I don't trust nobody, I don't need nobody else And as messed up as it sounds, I don't even trust myself, yeah If you out there in the streets and you've been lookin' for me When you find me, tell me, "I said I've been lookin' for me," fuck4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I’m a east side nigga but my homies from uptown I’m a east side nigga but my homies from uptown I’m a east side nigga I got the 2-2-3 cocked, I point it at yo melon Loose lips sink ships so ain’t no motherfucking telling I’m a east side nigga but my homies from uptown Gas up the minivan, put the pumps in the trunk Now I be sippin on something, they got me tilt to the side All black ski mask, red chinese eyes Now I’ve been hungry for years, I’mma take yo plate I’ma eat yo steak dead in yo face I woke up on a mission, I got 2 women I ride with One named Nina and that yapper my side bitch We size niggas up so wisely choose who you side with Got something on my side that pack a kick – that’s my sidekick I’m about that paper, roll the dice and get paid And they can’t bite the hand I’m feeding with, I’m holding grenades So I’mma talk my shit, I’mma live my life I’mma nail yo girl, shit I did that twice Gudda! I’m a east side nigga I’m a east side nigga but my homies from uptown I’m a east side nigga but my homies from uptown Money don’t make itself These niggas gon make me kill em I should probably see a shrink but I’m afraid he’ll make me little I’ve been a beast since I could remember I got too many hoes, that’s my dilemma Chop yo fuckin head off and put it on the front of my car like the emblem Get em, I got Mike Banger on the beat, I got this banger on display I just test-drove a new Lamborghini and got a A Got a billion bitches, I’m lookin for the one that got away And since all these niggas watching, ask them for the time of day Fuck yall niggas I’m skating Got yo ho at the skate park waiting That dick keep her coming back, motherfucking reincarnation I don’t want that pussy if it's spatious Just give me fellatio My bitch named Gigi give me head, I be like goodness gracious, fuck Hi, my name is Tune, it’s nice to eat ya I still keep that gun like a secret Another one bites the dust, would you like to eat it? Boy I have the people looking for you like a reason uh

You don't want to hit my blunt cause I been eating pussy all day This gun got a hair trigger, I pull this bitch til it’s bald head Ye ain’t got no bars nigga Recharge, you going dead Can’t kill me, I was born dead Crowned of thorns head Devil horns red, have my barn head I’m a serial killer, yo lucky charm dead And that trash bag, they find you arm leg leg leg arm head Oh what a tangled web we weave I feel like daddy long legs Hop out that Ferrari Spider for my boys at Rikers and all my lifers My bitch say my dick is great But I make her say it like Tony the Tiger I own a rifle and I’m on the edge I bop bop and I’m ridin off I’m devastation, I’m Freddy Jason, Dedication 5, 5 stars Tunechi7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Starting, why? Why? Why? Yeah First degree murder Beg them nuh push it further This a nuh beef, we make burger The youths, dem strapped with dem burner Uh, real niggas say soowoo And such and such killed such and such The streets talk and bullshit walks on crutches, but It's strut to strut Niggas panic Button pressing The end is coming Count your blessings We living in the day and time Where the ten commandments Are now suggestions How depressing How infested Click-clack, pow, intestines Bad bitches in flower dresses with tight pussies I found the crevice AK bullets move mountains Break them bitches down to pebbles That tough talk is like music to my ears So keep it a capella Based on a true story We not worried, y'all too worried I faced my fears and told them motherfuckers y'all too gorgeous Dread head from New Orleans Where the youth, them got two choices Shoot, or get shot, or a nigga choose for you We murdered them First degree murder Beg dem nuh push it further This a nuh beef, we make burger The youths, dem strapped with dem burner First degree murder Beg dem nuh push it further This a nuh beef, we make burger 'Cause the youths, dem strapped with dem burner Yo, Tune point and I'm dusting niggas I ain't talking lacing no marijuana Soon as I hatched, I reigned like a quail And gave two fucks, I ain't a koala My uncle gangsta, but I make him nervous All he see in my face is murder Waste a burner is my waste a furnace I pace and turn and she'll face the thermos First birthday wish was getting caked up Shoot a nigga, wake up on the wake-up Lay down in a model bitch A-cup Then I put pearls in a bitch like Jacob Play tough, tape off of this tape-up Race off like some motherfuckin' makeup Take off, looking for something to take up Get the paper or you goin' in the paper? Not horoscopes, but in the horror scope Pray to God you see tomorrow, nope They gave my nigga thirty for a jar of dope But do a nigga dirty with a bar of soap Blowing so much, you sneezing dick Believe in me, I don't believe in shit Y'all pinching pennies? I'm squeezing drip It's Young Money 'til I'm in the freezer stiff, bitch First degree murder Beg them nuh push it further This a nuh beef, we make burger The youths, dem strapped with dem burner First degree murder

Beg dem nuh push it further This a nuh beef, we make burger 'Cause the youths, dem strapped with dem burner It's all about the money, nigga, fuck the fame Where we come from, shots ring, nigga, broad day Lil' woadie said he had a chance, he'd do this shit again Poppin' pills for the pain, but still won't feel a thing It's deeper than this rap, I'm in the back soaking game Cartier frames got 'em looking at me strange Why pre mostly heard and I'm rarely sane Low-key can still get a brick off my name Now I'ma tell you this here for my youngin 'nem The same ones I hung the corners with, do numbers with If it ever was a problem, watch 'em pull up quick Caught an L sticking to the script, you know I switched We now switch First degree murder Beg dem nuh push it further This a nuh beef, we make burger The youths, dem strapped with dem burner First degree murder Beg dem nuh push it further This a nuh beef, we make burger 'Cause the youths, dem strapped with dem burner Starting, why? Why? Why? Yeah15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (Dramatic, nigga!) Well, alright, here I go I'm a rapper-turned-singer, and you can tell that he smoke But I don't need my vocal cords, all I hit is C-notes N.E.R.D. flow, I spaz if I'm pre-voked I'm about to change the fucking game, pass the remote Money is everything, and it's every other thing I'm part of the choir, that's the motto that my brother sing Cash is the right now, women are postgame MoneyOverBitches dot com, check the domain It's coming too soon, album on the way People ask me if I pray, I say, "Yeah, once in a blue moon" Oops, I mean a red moon, I did it again, Tune Let me leave a space in for your Blood affiliation, I state Heavy metaphors, flow so overweight I could rap around these other young'un's like a cobra snake Frostbite Drizzy, nigga, nobody as cold as Drake Keep your ass in-line, don't be tryna roller skate Fuck all the discrete shit, I get on some deep shit I am 21, tell me, who do I compete with? I'm on my elite shit, you could tell I'm real 'Cause I'm gettin' hood love and I ain't even talkin' street shit Young Angel, Young Lion, I'm done tryin' I'm just doin', who's drinkin'? 'Cause I'm buyin' It's on me, everything is on me And my girl is still down like she's fuckin' Jon B And when I go dumb, I tend to do dumb shit I just listened back and now I'm sounding like a trumpet This for all the strippers 'cause I know that they gone bump it Tell 'em, "Back it up and dump it, back it, back it up and dump it" Ain't no pistols here, your money will disappear My accountant will feed his family off my fiscal year Tax brackets and back-and-forth faxes My money coming full circle, get up on my axis Nebby, I'ma kill 'em, only 'cause I promised They think I'm bein' cocky, but I'm only bein' honest I'm swallowin' the Goose, got a model gettin' loose And I never party 'less I got some bottles in the booth I just walk up on the scene, I'm about to take this I'm just havin' patience, 'cause I want it to make sense White cup, orange pop, Tennessee State shit Drop a four in it and appreciate the greatness, Drizzy (Gangsta!) I just want y'all to remember That this is the first mixtape you bumped While you had a Black president Yeah, p-p-pass the dro I am such a beast and you can ask them hoes And they might even say you should leave me alone And homie's scared, 'Cause his bitch like me Stuntin' is a habit, get it from my daddy Just like Shaggy, I tote that boom-bastic I'm a rude bastard, I don't give a fuck 'bout y'all I ain't talkin' marbles, you can pluck my balls And yes, I'm fallin', but up, I fall And if your bitch in heat, she could fuck my dog I went from penny pinchin' to private planes Never sat on any benches, I got in games Starter, Carter, ball harder Ten girls, penthouse suite, y'all order

Whatever y'all please: wine, crackers, and cheese They take off their clothes and put on my tees The supplement I've taken got me feelin' mighty My gun and money don't split, call that shit Siamese Yes, my watch make the frickin' time freeze Your girl bless me, she suck my dick and I sneeze Cheap-ass apartment, just the kitchen I need And 18 G's is why the chicken crossed the street Whatcha know 'bout it? My niggas so about it If you kill everybody, they can't go to court about it Weezy, I ignore the liars, baby, I ignite the fire I am like a Michael Myers, leave your body in the dryer Got the shotty on the side of me, my bad boys follow me I'm a bad boy, obviously, pop one at your Ivy League I don't have a rivalry, if so, you'll have a cah-sualty Oops, I meant "a casualty," oops, I meant catastrophe" Oops, I meant, actually, you niggas is just ass to me And big, wet pussy is more like what I'm rather-ing Welcome to the gathering, welcome to the burying Or I hang you on the wall like a art gallery You got short salary, and I got long money I got Cash Money, I got Young Money, bitch (Gangsta!) See, I told y'all it'd be well worth the wait, right? Dedication 3! Chris, fuck with me! C'mon, it's Mr. Thanksgiving you're talking about Thing's for sure5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Chop, chop chop Yeah Chop, chop chop Drought 3 Chop, chop chop Hahaha! Chop, chop chop Yeah Scott Storch Bitch, I'm back on my grizzy, Young Money, where you at? Two tables and a mic, tell the DJ run it back Bi—Bitch, I'm back on my grizzy, Young Money, where you at? Two tables and a mic, tell the DJ run it back, bi—bi—bi—bi— Chop, chop chop Hahaha! Chop, chop chop You ready now? Cut me up, Drew Chop, chop chop Cut the music up, baby Chop, chop chop Yeah, I'm going in, haha! Scott Storch Bitch, I'm back on my grizzy, Young Money, where you at? If you fuck with Young Money, Young Money, where you at? Like the Energizer Bunny with a battery pack Boy, that chopper keep drumming, like brr-at-da-dat-dat Or "Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum," and I'm so young But I'm a giant, like, "Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum" Just bought a new crib inside Sodom Got some money put away in case the hurricane come I'm a fucking shame, huh? Yeah, I know, yeah, I know I go out the country to get all my clothes and my hoes I go out my way just to get my 'dro and my dough 'Cause I love it more than I love my hoes, yes I doh's I got gasoline coming out my pores, I'm a torch I got glasses like that white boy Scott Storch, and a Porsche I got license for the scorch, snipers at your porch Rifles by the forts, and we shoot up courts The judge just a bitch, the jury suck dick I'm a Eastside Blood, and I don't smoke that Crip I smoke that kush, first name "Bubba" First name "Young," last name "Stunna" Carter in the office, take notes when I'm talking Smooth as a cruise boat, floats when I'm walking I boast 'cause I'm balling, I'm 'posed to be balling When I'm on the phone with bitches, man, the money keep calling! You ain't satisfied 'til your son'll be calling Telling you where to leave the money in the morning OK, you want a zombie movie instead That's when you walk in your house, and everybody dead Yeah, I could take a shit where I stand—where I stand! And watch you pussies piss in your pants You ain't a man, you're a ho, I could kill him with the flow, yeah And then play the guitar at the fucking funeral Big guns so they drinking big shots And my gang go Saddam Hussein and missile-launch The Korean call me "Wayne Chang"—now listen, ma I don't know karate, but after the brain, I'll kick you out You niggas suck like Tony Romo, no homo And I'm all about my money, I get paid for promo, yeah! I'm the man in this bitch They say money talks; well, I'm the ventriloquist And if I ever jump, I'll probably land in your bitch Boy, that ho colder than my hand and my wrist

Boy, I'm more cooler than a fan and a mint And when I'm done, this track will need a couple bandages I be with savages, and I'm above average I'm a crazy-ass star like a fucking asteri'k You niggas can't see me, I'm on my Casper shit Running so much game, I fuck around and lap a bitch The club like a grocery, I just bag a bitch And you know I'm gon' score like Deion after picks I'm rollin' on a pill, she get that morning-after dick And when my roll came down, guess what I did after it? I pop-popped, and took some Patrón shots I pop-popped, and took some Grey Goose shots I pop-popped Yeah Young Money, bitch, and if you niggas wanna do it We chop-chop, and leave your back on the block We pop cops, and ain't no rats on my block, I got shop I got that dro, I got them pills, I got that yay' Give it to them hoes and watch them bitches freak away Hahaha! Young Money, bitch Drought 3, in your neck, pussy Haha! Like a Adam's apple, nigga Weezy Baby, the God, amen—gone!12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I got Nosk in here with me This ain't a diss song But uh Yeah huh-huh, you know what it is I'm a Cheesehead, y'all niggas Cheez-Whiz Pittsburgh Steelers, that's nothing That Superbowl ring, that's stunting Up in your town when you see me you know everything Green and yellow green and yellow Green and yellow green and yellow I put it down, representing for my team I'm in Green and yellow green and yellow Green and yellow green and yellow Money green, yellow broad Aaron Rodgers: MVP award This is Green Bay, bitch we go hard This is Packer country, where's your Green card? Terrible towels, that shit is bo-ring We got the ball, you know we scoring Yeah, and that's how we rocking, heavy metal I'm up in this bitch with more Bloods than a blood vessel Pitt going down, say hello to the devil Just beat the Bears, now we got the Steelers on the schedule Yeah, no love for them, breaking hearts We gonna toast these niggas...Pop-tarts Got a call from my homie, this just in The Packers in the Superbowl, and they better win They call him Big Ben, but he weak though We in Dallas but we Lambeau Leap, ho Long hair don't care: Clay Matthews We shitting on these fools, no bathroom Got a pocket full of big faces Throw it up, touchdown on Ike Taylor Huh...big Gs on the helmet Steel Curtain, what is that, velvet? If we win, I'm-a throw a Superbowl party And blow a cigar like Vince Lombardi I'm in Wisconsin, smoking Amsterdam Yeah, I'm from New Orleans but I've been a Packers fan We knocked the Eagles and the Falcons and the Bears off Now we about to cut Troy Polamalu hair off Uh, go pack go Uh, go pack go Uh, we yelling go pack go I gotta say this ain't a diss song I do love my team Yeah, that's the team with the big 'G's on the helmet You know what it is Oh yeah... Young Mula Baby5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Weed and syrup is the combination And the inspiration is you pussy-ass niggas

I just realized y'all can't fuck with me And you never will, bitch-ass niggas Weezy F. Baby, believe that Haha, yeah I got them 24-inches, sitting on them Joe Buddens And the trunk straight jumping, bitch, I can't hear nothing Or I might do the Spurs, sitting on them Tim Duncans And in that Lamborghini, I do donuts like Dunkins How come every bad bitch with a pussy wanna fuck him? But I just feed 'em drugs and just watch 'em fuck each other My neck was a hundred, and my wrist was another It make her pussy wet, I leave that bitch with a puddle I'm a beast, I'm a dog, I should rap with a muzzle Peyton Manning flow: I just go, no huddle Baby girl getting straight dick, no cuddle You know I'm out this world, I just bought a space shuttle— I'ma put some D's on that bitch And these hoes starting to get like fleas on my shit Have you seen her? Who? Nina, she's on my hip Yellow-white diamonds, call it "cheese on them grits" You niggas ain't balling Real talk, you niggas can't guard me Two niggas can't guard me, you looking at Jordan From the side, like Spike at the Garden I got the hardest bars, call me the warden Yeah, excuse me, pardon I break a bitch down like Tonya Harding Bitch, I'm col', not dude off Martin Pockets just fat like the Klumps and Norbit Bitch, I'm fly like a magic carpet And bitch, I'm fresh like a pack of Orbit See, I'ma take it and go bring it back to New Orleans And bitch, I'ma shine in the land of darkness In which I'ma grind 'til my stacks is tall as a wall is And I'm high, don't wan' know how deep the fall is No, I can't come down And every time I send my girl out of town— I put some keys on that bitch I'm a certified gangsta Haters make me nauseous, the money make me anxious Listen how my words are poetic like Langston Dreads down my back like I come straight from Kingston But I come from Hollygrove, seventeen, danger zone So many C-notes, I can sing a song T-top coupe, looking like a thong Your girl love my dick, she treats it like a bong I don't wan' be right if gettin' high is wrong My eyes so low, I look like I'm from Hong Kong Boy, I got more green than the Bishop Don Juan OK, I'm not a rookie, I'm a pro... -methazine fiend Make the homies say, "Ho!" and make all the girlies scream I am a vegetarian, man, I only eat beats Wear a lot of carats, and I smoke the best greens No beef in my grocery bag Just some Swishers and a whole bunch of cans of whoop-ass, ha I'm strapped, like a bookbag So anyone of y'all can come on and get a foot tag D.O.A, ride all night Sleep, no way—sleep when I lay Six feet deep, and until that day I'ma be living like it is that day Yeah, I keep holding on I said, "Bitch, I been hot; bitch, the stove been on" If you don't like it, I roll over and roll along Fuck you and the horse that you rode in on Yeah, some cool shorts and my Kobes on Looking slicker than the lane that you bowling on If they ain't tell you I'm the shit, then they told you wrong Bitch, I'm bubbling like soda foam in a Styrofoam... cup You know what's in my styrofoam? "What?" S-Y-R-up! That's my car, yup—Vrooommmmm! Errr! I'm gone28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Y'all know what this is Tunechi Gang Pump, what's up? Lean made me swerve in the cruising lane (swerve) Your money funny like Pootie Tang Had to leave Cash Money, had to do my thing (swerve) New password, new username (yahh) My new teams loves having newer things (yahh) One phone call and my jeweler came I bought you and you and you and you and you a chain (brrp) Daddy got bust at the gun range (tah!) My drugs cost more than your mortgage (mortgage) The hoes gon' throw 'em out regardless (regardless) I'ma throw the hoes another party Nigga, I ain't got hoes, I got an audience, damn Every week fashion week, runway (runway) Fly the bitch overseas, one way (one way) The bitch come around here and go both ways Made her eat so much pussy, need a lunch break, damn She don't even hable inglés (inglés)

Got the booty with the thighs and a shrunk waist (damn) And right between her thighs is an entreé (damn) And she know I'ma need more than one plate, yeah And I look up in the sky through my sun shades (yeah) Lookin' in the eyes of a sun ray I ask it "Can I shine," it say "All day" Made the sign of cross over the heart ray, amen Boom-bang, red beam, blue flame (blue flame) Tunechi got clique like Hussein (Hussein) Stick that kick like Liu Kang My bitch got tits and two chains Damn, I'm tied to the track of a money train (money train) You blind to the fact, that's a fucking shame (fucking shame) I still countin' bread with the butter stains (ooh!) Got the world on my back, you got puppet strings, yeah Groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang Groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang Your bitch fucked 'til the Uber came My clique love sipping Houston drank Yeah, that's purple, magenta, and fuchsia, man (yah) My bitch love watching Boomerang (yah) My kids love watching Stranger Things It's guerilla warfare, y'all orangutans (ooh) She gon' hit the cocaine like a hurricane (yah) It gon' make her do a whole lot of other things (yah) It gon' make her takeoff then jump off of the plane Make her race racecars in the lovin' lane, pyong! Make her drop the top in the summer rain Make her pussy come again, tell these pussies "Come again" Fuck her hard fuck her soft, she want love and pain She gon' have to walk it off or do the running man (pyong!) Nigga, fuck the game, fuck the game, fuck the game What they think it's wonderland? Think it's fun and games (nah) These funny ass niggas think they Martin Payne Try to walk it like you talk it, never walk again (ayy!) Hundred thousand flat in a rubber band But I could get you whacked for some pocket change (brrp) And my niggas snap like the paparazzi gang (brrat) And you know they say a picture say a thousand things (brrp) She wanna be with me and feel alive again She wanna join a gang but she gotta train I never knew her name, still forgot her name Thots shall never ever thot again I flew her to Columbia, her body changed (pssh!) She came back home with the model frame Now all the hoes wanna know her doctor name All these hoes looking for a power change, brrt Damn, who that is? Him? Not again (not again) He don't get the picture 'til it's out the frame (out the frame) Nigga washed up like a box of Gain (box of Gain) He don't get the scripture 'til the choir sang Amen, Tunechi mane, Tunechi mane, mula gang (mula gang) Live life, Superman running through the veins Street smart, nigga, I could be a tutor mane My shooters aim at your motherfucking pupil, mane, bang Don't talk stupid, it's your block, we gon' be loopin', mane (skrt!) My gang stay away from the trooper gang Spit flame like my name King Koopa, mane But if the pussy sweet, you can call me Sugar Shane, yayy! Groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang Groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang Your bitch out of my groupie gang Can't blame her, I give you to blame Eat xan bars like Nutrigain Coochi better smell like sushi mane Another pain pill, that'll sooth the pain Tunechi mane, Tunchi mane, mula gang Groupie gang, groupie gang Groupie gang, groupie gang Your bitch out of my groupie gang Your bitch fucked 'til the Uber came My bitch love to do hookah mane My black barbies got booty fame (damn) My white barbies got Hooters fame (damn) I'm a eye doctor that you should blame (yeah) When she tell you she don't wanna see you again (yuh) The lean made me swerve in the crusing lane (swerve) Your money funny like Pootie Tang (ha) Had to leave Cash Money, had to do my thing (swerve) New password, new username, ayy Thots shall never ever thot again Thots shall never ever thot again Thots shall never ever thot again Thots shall never ever thot again2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Pop that pussy and shake that ass Pop that pussy and shake that ass I say pop that pussy and shake that ass Pop that pussy and shake that ass You gotta pop that pussy and shake that ass

Pop that pussy and shake that No ceilings Okay: pockets on He-Man, I get it if I demand Man, I do it big, to me you niggas wee, man 'Bout to go Pecans, I beat it like three hands Weezy in the building, you other niggas freelance I dont give a fizzuck, I done got my shit up I gotta do a bid; that's push-ups, sit-ups Fuck with Young Money, bitch nigga get hit up N-Nigga, "fuck" can't even fuck with us I'm a Eastside nigga, yeah, Eastside, nigga Where the muthafucking beef gets deep-fried, nigga Nigga couldn't see me with three eyes, nigga You’s a bitch: no U-N-I-T-Y, nigga On the mic I’m like Pac, I'm like B-I, nigga Whoever don’t agree come and see my nigga I'll be waiting in my mansion, seaside nigga Young muthafucking M-O-N-E-Y, nigga Hurt no, hurt no I dont wanna hurt no, hurt no But they keep pushing me, pushing me But they keep pushing me, pushing me I dont wanna hurt nobody tonight I dont wanna hurt nobody tonight But they keep pushing me, pushing me Everyday pushing me, pushing me Pop that pussy and shake that ass Pop that pussy and shake that ass I say pop that pussy and shake that ass Pop that pussy and shake that ass You gotta pop that pussy and shake that ass Pop that pussy and shake that No ceilings Okay: Cool & Dre, this is No Ceilings I do this all day; I got bars, no railings Looking for a bitch for some sexual healing Open up her mouth and she catch it like Braylon Young Weezy F, the 'F' is not for failing Swagger just dumb, call it Sarah Palin If you niggas fly, then I must be parasailing We-We are not the same, I'm a mutherfucking alien Back on my saddle with my tool in my hand Uptown real nigga, bitch, landed in the sand Back home, nigga, did it for the land For the grand with the money with the tool in my hand High life, give a fuck about your stripes, homie Killer kill, killer spend your bin daily, homie Turn left get your switch turned off, nigga Turn right and get your shit took off, nigga Fuck Grey Goose, cause we higher than we ever been More loaded, white doves, burning hundreds Overseas nigga pitching on the top floor High floor situation from the bottom floor Born in the middle, shining like a diamond Red diamonds, big diamonds how we roll, nigga On 24s, fucking all these hoes, nigga High life: getting money then we go, nigga Hurt no, hurt no I dont wanna hurt no, hurt no But they keep pushing me, pushing me But they keep pushing me, pushing me I dont wanna hurt nobody tonight I dont wanna hurt nobody tonight But they keep pushing me, pushing me Everyday pushing me, pushing me3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yeah! She got that good good She Michael Jackson bad I'm attracted to her wit her attractive ass She got that good good She Michael Jackson bad I'm-I'm attracted to her Uh! She a monster, I’m her sponsor She run through my head, Chris Johnson I’ma tackle her, get in back of her Bust that open suck that pussy like the Dracula What your man doing? Tell him fall back Throw that pussy at me, baseball bat I kiss her where she point I make her lose her voice I see her when I want, call that viewers choice Number one lover, she want none other Don't need another one when we got one another I take her out and then I take her down

I beat it up twelve rounds She-she got that good good She got that got that good She got, she got that got that She got that good good She Michael Jackson bad I'm attracted to her wit her attractive ass Okay, I’m watching you baby And thinking about all of the things that I can do baby On top of the world when I'm on top of you baby Spend the night with me and get popular baby, po-popular baby Okay, I’m watching you baby And thinking about all of the things that I can do baby On top of the world when I'm on top of you baby Spend the night with me and get popular baby, po-popular baby Uh! She a monster, but im a beast though Take her clothes off, with my teeth though I beat slow or I can hit it fast I do it how she ask, and I cum last I bust her ass, we tear it down Then I gotta split like James Brown Its all love, I come back around And if she back it up, then-then I back it down Tell me something is you ready for me baby Take this beast up out my pants and let you pet it for me baby My dick on professor Klump jump on this Eddie for me baby And when you fuck with me they give you credit for it baby yeah She-she got that good good She got that got that good She got, she got that got that She got that good good She Michael Jackson bad I'm attracted to her wit her attractive ass Okay, I’m watching you baby And thinking about all of the things that I can do baby On top of the world when I'm on top of you baby Spend the night with me and get popular baby, po-popular baby Okay, I’m watching you baby And thinking about all of the things that I can do baby On top of the world when I'm on top of you baby Spend the night with me and get popular baby, po-popular baby Uh! She got that good good she Michael Jackson bad I’m attracted to her for her atractive ass So pack your bags, I fly you in Soon as she land, we get it in She love to put her legs around my neck I promise if I fuck her harder she gon' choke me to death ha And its always wet, don't know if she the best I ever had But she's the best I had yet Okay, I’m watching you baby (uh) And thinking about all of the things that I can do baby On top of the world when I'm on top of you baby Spend the night with me and get popular baby, po-popular baby (yeah) Hey and you get popular baby (Lil Twist) And like a cradle I'll be rockin' you baby (yeah) I feel good when I'm on top of you baby So I'mma stay on top of you baby, hey You`ll be popular baby I'll be rockin you baby I'm on top of you baby And I'mma stay on top of you baby hahaha Young Mula baby5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Gangsta— Gangsta— Gangsta Grizzils Well, tonight I found my price to the spender And she cried about our life to the listener And she asked me for advice, so I pimped her Turn that chicken head to a chicken tender In a Wraith, in a Wraith, out of state license plates I got yay an AK and a temper In a Wraith, in a Wraith Don't know how I'm drivin' straight I sipped a lake of that grape, thirst quencher, oh Girl, fuck with him and get your money You fuck with me, you missin' money, then you miss your molly I get the money, spend the money, then I miss the money But it come right back, right back, right back That's that Frisbee money That's Santa climbin' down the chimney, money with the duffy

It come back, run around the gang, yeah that's some dizzy money The Humpty Dumpty, she get on that dick, she's very comfy I put a Rolie on her wrist, she used to wear a scrunchy Party times, Tunechi wise Wifey's size, truly lies Booty, thighs, bougie pride Gucci slides, moody, tired Woozy, high, movie night Jacuzzi time, ooo-ee, ahh Dinner, prime; sushi, wine And for dessert I have the cutie-pie Lied about the price to the spender And I lied about my height on Tinder And if I hit it one time I won't remember But can't forget it if she bring another member Double date, double date In a Wraith, in a Wraith Bitch, I'm eatin' full plate like November In a Wraith, in a Wraith In a different mind state Let her sniff some snowflakes and call her Winter (yah) Fuck with him and get the money Then come fuck with me and split the money I'll fuck her when she with her buddy She guzzle dick and kiss her buddy She said I love you when he send some money I said I love you give your pimp some money And she don't ask how much she just come dump it And I don't ask how high I just start jumpin' You ain't know I kiss below the button, what Girl close your eyes and let me show you somethin', what And if you ride me like the road is bumpin', what I leave my key in and the motor runnin', what Oh my god I hope they kissin' cousins If they not it's gon' be consequences, repercussions Woah, I just count a hundred thousand hundreds And I told my babe ride the wave, Cowabunga Lied about her night to her nigga Her vagina 'bout to cry me a river If she ask me for advice and I igged her But she know it wasn't me, it was the sizzurp Gotta wait, gotta wait 'Til I wake, 'til I wake I wake up and tell bae how much I missed her She looks straight in my face then start pointin' to the space Where she want it on her face, she's particular Y-O-U-N-G with money, yeah We Y-O-U-N-G with money Y-O-U-N-G with money Y-O-U-N-G with money Ayo, Stunna nigga need his money You heard somethin' Da-Da-Da-Da-Da-Da, ooh Y-O-U-N-G with money I hear us comin', six shit2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Nigga ain't let me catch my breath Nah, you heard me? Ahhh! Peek-a-boo, bitch! (Yeah) Swag scare your kids (Huh?) My airplane clothes flyer than your bestest shit (Really) Gorillas in the mist, pro-Black: pump they fist I'm from the Planet of the Apes, King Kong clips (Blah) Silence lambs, bitch (Yes), run through your land tripping (Hahaha) Can't pretend when this is real as it gets, can you? (No) If shit hits the fan, I Ron Artest niggas (Ha) This how I'm living, getting tatted in some house slippers (Ah) I like my bitches simple: lay back, relax your mental (Bitch) Shit, you know what I do; now, tell me what you tryna get into The man car's rented (Right), the man car killing (Yes) Gossiping? Man, fuck the car! Look at the man in it, ha! Ha! Boys-to-man business (Yes), we don't hire bitches (No) Just fire bitches: Young Money fire-spitters (Ahhh) Them red ants is with us (Haha), and they ain't ate they dinner (No) Begin the feast; feet lying, fatality finish I'm killin these records, they put me in Guinness I really don't give a f-fuck if you witness You hear it, listen, buy it, steal it I'm still gonna get my fucking percentage I cuss a lot 'cause, bitch, I'm serious, Young No-Beard Get soup, like gumbo with shrimp Flyer than Dumbo ears is, bitch Now, my dog, T, was just rocking, you heard me? Hit the weed, T! You heard me? Ugh! now let me start by sayin' I don't like this beat But I weather the storm, I'm a lightning streak, ugh Weezy F. Baby, I do it big—weigh me Them crazy freaky bitches tryna Cirque du Soleil me Got some new bitches, Trel got em' laughin' The one that gave me head could suck the nail out a casket Shotgun on the kitchen table, bullet shells in the cabinet Fucking with me is like stepping on the tail of a dragon Wet pussy is my cabin, more bitches than a pageant I keep a house full, nigga—call me Bob Saget

Spending time backwards, hotter than a cactus And we ain't in the building—we the fucking contractors Y—YM, motherfucker, why hate it? Young Money down your throat, you gotta stay hydrated Quarterback Weezy, young Tom Brady Open up your mouth, and catch a bomb, baby, haha! Good morning, dude, Eagle-Street-Corner Tune Long dough, no shortbread, no Lorna Doone I'm warnin' you: We on the move Bunch of female dogs and garden tools That's bitches and hoes, hospital full, sick of my flow Hi—Hip-hop was washed up So I brought some change to finish my load I load millions and more millions Money to the ceilings? Nigga, No Ceilings! I'm out! Step up in this bitch, five o'clock in the morning The world is waking up, you can hear the pigeons yawning I'ma get that worm now; tell 'em it's my turn now Y'all niggas need a lesson, on some ethic—you gon' learn now I do this for the love of it; saliva, 'cause I love to spit And I juke it; for my future records y'all gon' love to spin Fucking with my bred'ren, 10 years strong And he put them dreads in: Silver, John Long But he's more like platinum; hold up, here's a napkin Pick your jaw up off the floor, and tuck your tongue right back in Tell me, where is Mack Maine? That's all I have!2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Life on the rocks Too hard to swallow So we get high till it feel like the sky low Ya’ll boys just a bunch of pussy cats, Milo Money is the song Pockets on high note Do Re Mi Fa So I rock like a fossil Big boss shit, Paul Castellano Shoot your ass up, now crawl out the condo That's that nine nigga ughh, Rondo Sleeping with the enemy, so I fuck the world To Miss Louise Anna, the sweetest southern girl The sweetest southern girl, sweetest southern girl This is times up Put your signs up They done picked my dude Out the line up Baby what the fuck is wrong with them What the fuck is wrong with them You see many you call Very few are chosen Looking at the wall You can feel them close in Baby what the fuck is wrong with them What the fuck is wrong with them Mind over matter, money over all The world is on my shoulders Should I dust my shoulders off? Uzi rat-a-tatter, knocking over walls Fuck the bullshit but just don’t fuck it raw Man pussy has a pattern and I know where I’m going And if you got beef I turn it to a tenderloin Sanity kills so I live the crazy life I wonder if they'll pay attention if I change the price Life is my wife, till death do us part Man I’m fly as fuck, you ain't even next to depart Quick draw McGraw, I hope you like art Stepping on the bullshit, you can be my doormat Y’all ain't going nowhere with that hating shit, four flat Disrespectful on the beat, Borat Fuck the system and the pussy wasn’t all that Yeah, now time’s getting shorter Red Light on your head like a fucking recorder now Don't you cross me, you do better crossing the border So much money piled up, I’m a motherfucking hoarder <EOS> <BOS> I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga Fuck these niggas, these niggas niggas, I ain't these niggas Fuck these niggas, these niggas niggas, girl, fuck these niggas I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love You love to hate, you love to hate You love to hate, hey, hey

Crazy 'bout my money, pay me by the hundreds I'm waitin', count it for me, I got all day, nigga, I ain't rushin' Overpaid, fuck a budget (Yeah) I'm overdue, I ain't budgin' (Yeah) I want my bread, fuck the muffins (Yeah) Without my cream I'm sour onion (Yeah) I pour codeine in a LeBron Sprite (A LeBron Sprite) Pop a Percocet, I feel like Iron Mike (I feel like) Strip club, I make 30K, skydive I get head on a high-rise, my life awesome I thank God mama didn't have an abortion (Yeah) So every time I get paid she get a portion (She get a) I made a fortune (I made a) I'm havin' foursomes (I'm havin') Don’t have to force 'em (No) 'Cause I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga Fuck these niggas, these niggas niggas, I ain't these niggas Fuck these niggas, on second thought, baby, don't fuck these niggas I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love You love to hate, you love to hate You love to hate, hey, hey Goin' berserk, I been whippin' the work Grimy as fuck, I sell a brick in the church Now baby, pass me my Hammer, go bail my bro out the slammer Soon as I pour up this Fanta, I'm kickin' ass in Atlanta I'm in L.A. with some women, I'm in Miami with hoes Go overseas with my woes, merci beaucoup I suppose My ho on the globe, I'm pourin' the 4 They got coke on the table, they got dope on the floor You're really reading me wrong, phone roamin' in Rome It's like I set it in stone, we blowin' blunts of the strong My safe like steak, I'm tryin' to filet mignon What's left to say, I say we kill 'em and gone 'Cause I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga Fuck these niggas, these niggas niggas, I ain't these niggas Fuck these niggas, on second thought, baby, don't fuck these niggas I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love You love to hate, you love to hate You love to hate, hey, hey Crazy 'bout my money (Crazy) Psycho 'bout my money (Psycho) Spiteful 'bout my money Bow, snipe about my money Yeah, kill you behind my money I really need a lot of money (Yep) My bitch like nice things And my children grew out them Huggies, yeah I pour codeine in a Jones soda (Jones soda) Pop a Percocet, I feel like Balboa (Balboa) Roger that, 10-4, psh, man over (Over) These sluts just want my nuts, I feel like granola Oh, I pass time like a Backwood (Backwood) I gets high off that good, but I land good (Land good) I'm flat-foot but dance good and kick ass good (Yeah) These niggas can't hold me, I'm a handful Yeah, the nigga nigga I'm the nigga, the nigga nigga, the nigga nigga Fuck these niggas, these niggas niggas, I ain't these niggas Fuck these niggas, these niggas niggas, girl, fuck these niggas I'm the nigga you love, I'm the nigga you love I'm the nigga you love, I'm the nigga you love You love to hate, you love to hate You love to hate, hey, hey 'Cause I'm the nigga, the nigga Because I'm the nigga, the nigga Because I'm the nigga, girl, fuck these, girl, fuck these niggas On second thought, baby, don't fuck these niggas Pullin' triggers, my home up diggers, don't try me, nigga Pullin' triggers, my come up figures, don't try me, nigga I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, I'm not them niggas I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, now I'm that nigga, yeah18EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> My Darlin BabyCan I dig it When you baby me Oooh oooh, oooh My darl Oooh My darling baby You're in Uh, more beautiful than the world Word, matter of fact beautiful ain't the word Unexplainable is the beauty of her And I will be the race car hitting her curves Errrrr I drive her crazy, stupid retarded

Yeah and then I park it She got a smile on her that put a smile on me She cater to me she get all destiny child on me She ride for me even though I got miles on me She gon ride till the day they put flowers on me Thats my darling And I love it, yeh Thats my, yeh So sweet she bad for me But she so good I'll take the cavity Falling for her like how safe is gravity I'll make your girl about face and marry me Hahahaha, yeh I do, do you But ahhh, the things I'm willing to do to her I wish I could have a threesome with two of her I would sing a love song if I knew the words But I'll be damned if another nigga do it first Cos you the one, damn I think I see the sun I guess that mean you gotta run Well holla at me when you done Can I dig it When you baby Woop woop woop My darling baby Uhh She nothing like every other dime I think about her and couple things come to mind Thoughts like if she end up my baby mother fine Cos we only use a rubber like every other time Oooh, I bet she so embarrassed I had to take her ass to Paris Give her the moments that she cherish You know Yep She got it coming to her like an heiress And anything she want I Will like Farris Oops I meant ferris and in the coupe I tint very light So them hating bitches can see me and you at every light Oooh, and I hope its one of them long lights I mean I hope its one of them long nights No wrong turns, ain't no such things as a wrong right Uh yeah You make me feel so good And every time we cut I swear it heals so good Its been over a year that shit is still so good No adjusting for you, you know just what to do and all Yea, oh and I love it See I'm trying to make it public I think the glass slipper does fit And yesterday I told her she a muthafucker And how her new haircut is so becoming of her Oh thats your girl, well I'mma make a women of her Never do to another what we do one another Now thats a numbers for ya, and i'll give up my summers for ya Yeah I'll spend my winters and my springs on it And put a ring on it, eyy Uhh, just say yes not no The club is overrated baby lets not go Lets stay home and burn a couple calories Fuck the house up and make the maid earn a salary Yeah I cook you dinner if you cook me breakfast They say that nobodies perfect but you look perfected I really love to be the one you took a step with So trust me when I tell you it'd be worth the effort Shes unbelievable like a purple leopard Just give me the formula watch me work the method Hehe, Weezy F, I prefer the best shit And babe you the fucking best You deserve a trophy You could be my four leaf clover Her clothes aren't tight nigga their cosy And when she turn around they say Whoa like Joey Thats my baby And I love it Yeah, Young Money2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> What's harder, life or Mr. Carter? Balling 'til my hair is as white as Johnny Carson You don't have to beg because I'm fresh out of pardons Little voices in my head said, "Don't mind the little voices," woah

What's harder, love or Mr. Carter? Especially when these hoes ain't right, these hoes ain't loyal Shit, who's wrong? Who's right? Just ask my lawyer Right or wrong, I'm still gon' take his advice, he take my orders I'll be a-okay instead of alright, or kinda-sorta And before I ever take that for granted, I take the charges See, you can't believe in all of the hype you hear at the barber If the odds are stacked against us, they're likely to stack 'em on us Lil Tune, Jurassic in the room, Tyrannosaurus I ain't steal it, I took it, I ain't crooked, I'm cater-cornered And if my fruits of labor were ripe, I would have an orchard But I'm nauseous from my ups-and-downs and back-and-forwards Shit, Mr. Carter, eyes are always on you So I smile for the cameras and hide from the reporters Roll a blunt up in this bitch, when it burn, it start my motor Shoulder shruggin' in this bitch 'cause the world is on my shoulders, shit What's harder, life or Mr. Carter? Tune in this bitch, let's spike the Holy Water Tryna stay grounded, my flights said no departures Shit, what's harder, murder or abortion? Woah What's harder, death or Mr. Carter? Is it easier to play deaf or to listen harder? I'm like, "Girl, what's harder than life for Mr. Carter? Knock on wood, but with the wood comes termites and turmoil" What's easier, to change diapers or back to normal? Times are changing like Father Time just lost his father What's harder, to ask for sorrow or to borrow? Or to break hearts or get your heart broke? I don't know I ask, "What's harder, jail or Mr. Carter? School or Mr. Carter? The news or Mr. Carter? Man, what's harder, drugs or Mr. Carter? Judge or Mr. Carter? Court and order, yeah" What's harder, life or Mr. Carter? I ride for this shit like a knight in shining armor I pile up the dope and roll it tight like UnderArmour Coming from this neighborhood, it's just like coming from comas I got homies from the old school, and we been lost our diplomas Got some hoes from California, think they shit smell like begonias Got a bone to pick? I pick it 'til you're boneless Like I come from San Antonio, pop up at the spur of the moment, how you want it? When in Hell, I'm a Roman; head on fire, I'm a comet Heat up out my abdomen, and you know me Man, I'm all about my business, business handle business for me I know you know life's a bitch, turned her to a business woman, mind your business I'm sayin', "What's harder, life or Mr. Carter? What's higher, the price or Mr. Carter? Should I call you Mystery? Because I'm right here to solve you And if you start to smell fear or fright, I sprayed it on you" I made it, and when I made it, you hate it, I made it, on you You know the streets talk, my nigga, don't make 'em argue Niggas faded away, I light one and get faded for you I'm reclinin', Weezy Baby, La-Z-Boy you, they enjoy you I'm like, "What's harder, life or Mr. Carter?"14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yeah It's me and T, man T.I. Dot-com, bitch! Hahaha! T.I.P., fuck with your boy Ayy, that is my brothers, ladies and gentlemen T.I.—and he is the king, bitch Don't get that shit twisted And me? I am the best rapper alive—ladies and gentlemen, hello! This is Da Drought 3 And it's been a minute since I've rapped on a Mannie Fresh beat, but, uh... I guess I'll go 'head on and show these niggas what to do with one of your beats, man Listen I like my seat down low and my window slightly cracked Riding with a bad ho with her girlfriend in the back I like to get real high, and I never look back And you don't wanna try, man—don't I look strapped? I come from the hardest city, ain't nobody fucking with it Got a black-and-gold soul, with a fresh New Orleans fitted And a collar Polo and a pair of Bally Bucks Young Money, motherfucker, know you worried 'bout us Cash Money, motherfucker, CMR, I trust Never had my jaw broken, but his jaw, I bust And I probably got your girlfriend on my bus What happens on my bus stays on my bus And that white widow weed out the jar is a must If you give me a cigar, then a cigar, I'll bust Put that white widow weed in the cigar and puff Look ma, I'm tryna make a porno, starring us Well, not just us—a couple foreign sluts Yeah, we could make this a ménage à trois-ing, darling I be with Jim Jones, and we be balling—balling? Yeah, baby, we balling, like Rawlings and Spalding Pint of DJ Screw and that Hawaiian, I am— Leaning like a three-legged lion, climbing— Right to the top of the motherfucking mountain, counting I'm gonna need me and a accountant to count it Mannie got this fucking beat pounding—it's pounding

But it was just lost until I found it—I found it Stole it like a scoundrel, Hollygrove hound it Put this bitch to sleep—fucking right—I nightgowned it Niggas talkin cheap; tell them niggas, "Pipe down, bitch!" Bloods in the building, and now, everybody soundless Beating up this track like a motherfucking round-fist Blind, deaf, or crazy, I'ma spit, like a long kiss I am just a Martian, ain't nobody else on this— Planet, I know; see, I live by my only Say, where my cheese, nigga? Where my macaroni? Baby, I get up in that ass and act a donkey Candy on candy, nigga, gripping the grain See, I am the only fire that can live in the rain I am so, so New Orleans Like 18-25-TULANE! Hahaha.... See, you gotta be from New Orleans to know what the fuck I'm talkin bout And if you don't, fuck you Hahaha I say what I want And I don't want nothing 'Cause I got everything, bitch4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Money, money, money Get a dolla and a dick Weezy baby dat crack Mother fucker get a fix Got money out the ass No homo But im rich Boutta … Money, money, money Get a dollar and a dick Weezy baby dat crack Mother fucker get a fix Got money out the ass No homo But im rich Boutta … Money money money get a dollar and a dick Weezy Baby that crack, muthafucka get a fix Got money out the ass, no homo but I'm rich Bout to go get surgery and put some diamonds on my wrist YES Yep, I'm a muthafucking trip I'mma trip to Japan and buy some brand new shit 900 to a grand get chu 28 grams If you talking 'bout bricks, I'm the interstate man And the women say damn, them niggas don't say a damn thing Boy I bet that shotty make you bounce like a bed spring Walkin a thin line, gotta defend mine And wit no pen I'm sorta like a bomb BOOM Young Tunechi that's what my people call me Fifty thousand for the cross, trying keep the reaper off me I drink alotta syrup Bitches say im sleep walkin Big money for the grill, so I'm never cheap talking, yea Keep talking and the flame leap off the hip And keep sparking, pap pap sleep softly Yea, nap nap, nap sack, three forties Like fuck another nigga, nigga just don't be da target Young New Orleans nigga, nigga just don't be retarded We done lost everything and you looking like a bargain Purple weed, purple drink, purple heart sergeant I'm the best rapper in the game no arguing And I don't ever write, pause Un-pause this, so keep ya bitch ass lines inside the margin Lil Wayne dot com bitch log in Put a pillow under ya knees And keep ya jaws in All in ya girl mouth, use her like a toilet They usually want a baller and the young nigga balling Mike Jordan, pardon my swaggy But my father rich as fuck All my brothers left the family We said fuck it, Bought 2 houses in miami I can't wait to do cribs, MTV c'mon get at me Any rapper wanna get at me Tell ya label contact me Hundred for a feature Wanna battle ill beat cha I'm a beast, I'm a creature, I'm the son of miss cita Mom dukes, my jeter, she the reason, she the reason Everybody woman wanna beat a boy diva, not even There's a 305 diamond I wanted ever since I seen her Got a topic of this evening, hotter than a tub steaming Gotcha girlfriend dreaming of one day being Trina Nada, Sim seemer, Ten keys in the Beamer Got a white girl driving, couldn't do it much cleaner I'm fly in the sky like that muthafuckin ribbon Bitches got my name on em, and the nigga still living Spend a condo and a club, one bottle won't do Two bottles won't do, bottles for the whole crew, thanks And bring me that Patrone, I don't play No ice I like my drink straight, not gay And bitch that bank come everyday, I'm paid I wish a nigga come invade, get sprayed I stomp a nigga out like I got ten legs

Then they fish the nigga up out the lake in ten days Behave, no ho, I'm on that Rage Rov Cash Money, Young Money, ho that money age old And can't a cage hold this animal from Hollygrove Sorry mommy I be stoned, I be, I be, I be blowed Got me copy rock star, Weezy Baby fuck these hoes Gotta pay me now for me to even take these hoes Price sizing for a show and the flow So either Drama is my nigga, or that boy got doe Go figure that's my nigga, that's my nigga, my nerve If anybody else want it, sixty thousand a verse6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I was gettin' some head Gettin', gettin' some head I was gettin' some head Gettin', gettin' some head I was gettin' some head head Gettin', gettin' some head I was wit the kinda girl that make ya toes pop I was gettin' some head Gettin', gettin' some head I was gettin' some head Gettin', gettin' some head I was gettin' some head head Gettin', gettin' some head I was wit the kinda girl that make ya toes pop Ridin' with a bitch I call hot mouth Shelly She pop them ecstasies and get that cottonmouth heavy I give her a bottle of water bitch break out sweatin' And then she get straight to that head like a fuckin' excedrin I'm a fly ass nigga take a look at me bitch Now ho go and tell the cops I gotta crook in my dick Straight gut a bitch open like a hook in a fish I got a lady from Paris that french kiss my shit Yea why you think I gotta tint my whips 'Cause I be gettin' some head, right in my shit You say you love that woman, but that been my bitch And if you kiss that woman, than you suck my dick These hoes is nasty, y'all niggas is trippin' I got a bitch with her mouth like that boy Ken Griffey When I'm out in the streets better believe I'm pimpin' And if you ever saw me with one of them video vixens I was gettin' some head Gettin', gettin' some head I was gettin' some head Gettin', gettin' some head I was gettin' some head head Gettin', gettin' some head I was wit the kinda girl that make ya toes pop Super head what's good? Super head what's good? Super head what's good? You know me I smoke a blunt while I'm gettin' brain Stick my finger in her butt while I'm gettin' brain Yeah I'm nasty bitch! What? Lil Wayne! I liked them Mac'd up lips and two tongue rings I gotta say it I'm the President I run things All these hoes tryna save a nigga cum stains Real talk I get head I get head on the airplane Bitch be climbin' all over that little chair thang I pull her hair back She holla yeah back I like a bitch wit some lips like a bear trap And I don't mind goin' down I take care of that I have homie at home like where she at? She wit me in my bad ass ride Givin' me a blow job like a 9-5 She said she eat her vegetables so she stay alive So she slobbed on my knob Like corn on the cob I mean I make her fiend for that dick They be pumping the P, P be pumping 'em Look at they ass they gotta tell me just go You ain't fucking with me when it come to these hoes Bust fast across they chin What I'm saying to them man I don't pretend Show her keys and the skirt'll go and shirt'll go She say I hurt her tho, in the cervical She being murdered tho, give her vertical Baller G ain't no apology Wanna have a couple words better call a G Man I seen your sports car but it's smaller B The Enzo's outside for you all to see Look at my chains, look at my rings Rocks and watches, bracelet plain Keepin' it going, with a brick a day Can't compare so you just complain Mad as a bitch, grabbing ya bitch Get OJ start stabbing ya bitch I'm Macy here's a cab for ya bitch Call me on my niggas shit beg and laugh at ya bitch

A.C., gotta stay cool mane Never let 'em see you sweat that's the rule mane Hit her till we through mane Send her back to you mane That's what we do mane Bubble gum chew mane Other than that catch me getting some bread If you see my billboards I be getting some head I was gettin' some Gettin', gettin' some (Ayy) I was gettin' some (Ayy) Gettin', gettin' some (Ayy) I was gettin' some head (Ayy) Gettin', gettin' some (Ayy) I was wit the kinda girl that make ya toes pop I was gettin' some Gettin', gettin' some (Ayy) I was gettin' some (Ayy) Gettin', gettin' some (Ayy) I was gettin' some head (Ayy) Gettin', gettin' some (Ayy) I was wit the kinda girl that make ya toes pop I was-2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Lil Wayne’s TattoosA body map of Lil Wayne's tattoos, starting from the top-right, working down to bottom-left Right Face: I Am Music Orléans Teardrops 5Boro Pigeon Deathwish Skateboards Logo Left Face: Misunderstood Lucky Me Teardrop 3 Dots TUNE 999 Eyes: Fear God Forehead: Cross C Baked Lips: Smiley Face Neck: Weezy Blessed Baby Lucky me Sikk Fukk Soo Woo Chest: CashMoney Bang Bang M.O.B. (Cause they breed envy) Life's a gamble DAMU 5 stars Sikk Fuck Angel Wings Stomach 17 Apple Eagle BM JR R.I.P. TB Red Skull Back: Give me the patience that I need to keep my peace of mind... New Orleans Bloods Map Of Louisiana Skull Right Arm: BABY 9-27-82 Power In Memory of Rabbit: It's Up to Me 504 Left Arm: Rolls Royce SLIM Thugged ESPN Right Hand: Trigger HOT Concrete SQAD A Gun Shake Junt Skateboard Left Hand: The World BOY Street Shit

Trina Right Leg: Young Money "Lucky Me" verse Left Leg: Belfast10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> No Ceilings All my niggas clutchin' All my niggas two-cuppin' All my niggas rap and trap They all got two phone numbers Real one since day one And all my niggas could vouch for me None of my niggas lack in math And all my niggas countin' money Yeah Pull up, banger on me Bad bitch fainted on me That purple drank stankin' on me Don't wake me up, just put a blanket on me Thank ya, homie, but I ain't ya homie Diamonds blingin' like they blinkin' on me All about the Ben Franklins, homie Bitch can't even get an Abe Lincoln from me Thinkin' normally, I ain't thinkin' normally From New Orleans, guns bang in harmony These little niggas is retarded Puttin' testimony over sanctimony All these niggas tryna sink the homie Bitches tryna put the gangster on me Feds tryna put sanctions on me The doctor tryna do maintenance on me Guess that's why I take meds on 'em Pop and sip and go to bed on 'em New Ferrari, no head on it Nice new carpet, you bled on it These new artists no competition Top of the charts no top of the menu That ain't art, nigga drop the pencil She drop the drawers, I never drop the pistol But I drop the clip And pull out a new clip I'm not 'bout that lip Bop-bop, nobody exempt And you see the flaaag, as red as a bitch You see the swaaag, I'm wavy and lit My pops had them bricks, yeah, brick wall My slime got them sticks, bop And I can do tricks, yeah, skateboard And my lil boo mixed, yeah Just met her dad Gave her momma a kiss When she turned her back I holla'd at sis Yeah Watch out lil bro I fly G4 My slimes say I'm brazy, I used to talk to a globe I tell it it's mine, I tell it "One day you be mine" I tell the front page "You be mine" I was locked up upstate for that iron You know I'm comin' straight off the top She knew I cum on her halter top Cause she know I don't want no five children I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot Bitch, is you dykin' or not? These niggas is wifin' the thots I still got some white in my sock As white as my sock The white in her snot, uh I know it could be anybody So I prepare for everybody We wavin' that thing at your body We cravin' to catch us a body! Bop Look at the watch on my friend Say hello to my lil friend My chopper due any day now Bop-bop; that bitch just had twins Lord, you run your mouth like a marathon I just run out of them styrofoams The Cialis give me testosterone Now she got her legs on my collarbone All on my neck like a herringbone I had to sit down with Bizzy Bone I had to sit down with Tity Boi And told him just how I'mma kill his song It's not a remix It's just me, on my comeback and shit I just unwrapped a brick Put it on the scale, it come back thirty-six It come back thirty-six Then that's when we whip, we mastered the wrist Then that's when it flip Then after it flip, that's when it flip You know what it's like when the feeling gone

I know what that's like when the ceiling gone I know what that's like when the ceiling gone I know what that's like when the ceiling gone Watch out lil bitch My partner got hitched No influence On me, it had no influence I don't know my daaad, but my momma is rich You see the red flaaag, but my partner a Crip Damn! Watch out lil ho Ooh, Pew, I fly G4 Ooh, you got jet laaag stuck at the airport Damn, I'm in LA stuntin' on Melrose Yeah, stuntin' on them hoes in them Yeezy's Them Jeremy Scott's and Shelltoes Okay! I think I'mma need a check for shouting out Adidas like that For real No Ceilings30EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I realize you niggas is like the objects in the rearview mirror— You really appear much closer than you are Got a long way to go, young boy Uh Uh Check (Catch up, niggas!) Let 'em all in, bet 'em all in Put me in the jungle, I get us all minks Don't play with my wave Know what? Let 'em all sink I don't need therapy, I got so big Even when they talk crazy I still don't shrink I'ma black out, Michael Blackson's skin tone Homie gotta sit for a while back home Hotline bling if you get his phone Gotta own up or you get disowned Eyes dried up, I don't really cry much And the gold chain match everything I touch Whip gotta match every bitch I fuck, foreign Y'all niggas talkin' 'bout what? Borin' Bane from it, I came from it I'm raised by it, I'm stained from it Shot for the stars from the darkness I aim from it, now change comin' Who'd have thought a nigga shake somethin'? All these records, I'ma break somethin' Playin' my shit around the graveyard Y'all fuck around and wake somethin' Mean mug like I hate somethin' Hit the stu' and I ate somethin' Great rapper or a great hustler— Promise you I die a great somethin' And I am beginnin' and endin' A nigga run in kickin' and flippin' A nigga worth spendin' A nigga with the semi admittin' Glock is definitive on 'em, iron Emmys Got an eye on 'em Still on these niggas more than any one of you We knuck if we buck, if you my brother we up If not, I don't give a motherly fuck Only in us we trust, you fuss we hush They rush we bust, adjust, and dust and flushed 'em If you don't know what my salary is You 'bout to know what a fatality is What the reality is If I don't know what my calories is Then nine times out of ten You won't never know where your cavity is Hit a forty, know it had to be his A dude foul with a smile They would never know how mad that he is They don't ever know what pattern he is He gotta be from Earth 2, or somewhere from out on Saturn he is Now I'm goin' where no gravity is, some other galaxy shit But we'd rather talk about the MAC and the bricks We takin' on all names, it ain't no more games I'm a stand up nigga, Cory Kaepernick bitch I don't know what to call you Niggas claimin' they loyal to the soil But boy I'm loyal to the oil that boil To court with the all you You cannot avoid it when I'm gonna destroy you Work from the ceiling to make sure that I fall you I'm dedicated to this rhyme shit S double, the militia gang, they don't ever try them bitch I got a nine and click, a high been brick A bottom bitch, I buy them thick Drivin' stick, life's a bitch, and I give dick I ride the five, my partner crip Shout out the East, we parkin' shit I just revive, I don't remix I don't remind, until C5 we got D6, nigga

The best things in life are free, not cheap, free C5 Message, no reply Rest In Peace, no peace sign I keep an eye on these guys My third eye give her sweet eyes The bird eye's view keep spy But I can get your wings deep fried Try, try again, keep tryin' All the traffic hours, you a taxi driver, we some maximizers Ever heard of San Francisco 49'ers, we some masterminders Made it to the top just to get sniped from the floor at the very bottom Ain't that a bitch, man tell me about it But I ain't trippin', unless the trip is private I sip in silence I tried to make it beautiful, and this shit came out perfect Let the guns speak for they self, I ain't never been a loud person Walkin' 'round the house in the turban These niggas washed up with no detergent Take your heart and I am not a surgeon Pullin' triggers like shower curtains Ain't got no soul because my baby sucked it out of me Me and my whoas in Las Vegas playing the thot machines Stick to my goals, expectations like a soccer team Waiting to exhale only to let out some steam Girl let's make a movie, what's a movie without a shower scene? Treat my semi like an Emmy, need some nominees Taught me how to count before they taught me how to read I knew all my OG's before my ABC's Damn That's some sick shit <EOS> <BOS> No Ceilings Hey now, you're an all-star But the bitches you be with, they are sub-par But the bitches you be with, they be cock-blockin' Hope you put the kids to sleep, baby cock-blockin' You could really get this meat, get this hot sausage And I'm way too rich to beef, I just buy a body And I really kick my feet up, and that's not karate Yeah, I really kick my feet up, let a thot massage 'em, yeah Where ya ass was at when I was with the Hot Boys? Probably watchin' Baller Blockin', eatin' popcorn, yeah Where ya ass was at? You was in the drought, boy I was probably at the fight bringin' out Floyd Said she love me 'cause I'm laid back, she outgoin' Opposites attract, pockets fat, like Samoan I just told my goons I got it, I just waved 'em off I just told Tunechi, "I got it" and he said, "Of course" Lose my mind, the only time I'd ever take a loss I work too hard for taking off, rrt, I'm taking off Really 'bout to see a billion, I'm in arm's reach Sleep on a hammock in the middle of two palm trees My neighbors can't sleep, all they hearin' is them cars screech My bitch can't sleep, all she hearin' is them car keys I'm just sipped out and I'm way too tired to talk, please I'm just sipped out and I'm way too tired, I'm yawning Yeah Where ya ass was at when I was fifteen in a Porsche? Where ya ass be at when we be poppin' all these corks? Where ya ass be at? Know you're prolly with them dorks I'm prolly with some bitches that be poppin' pills and snort Diamonds in my mouth, no Swarovski I'm hittin' notes with the pistol, ooh, I'm off-key And the money coming godspeed I'm movin' slow, Lisa Turtle, Lark Voorhies Found the treasure chest, inside was a heartbeat And Katrina had us hustlin' out a RV We had to stash and still balled, Steve Harvey We had to stash and still balled, Steve Harvey And we set a nigga up like eHarmony And your bitch plain, nigga, and your car cheap And we leave your brain right there on your broad cheek And we leave some stains right there on your offspring And the purple rain right here in the soft drink Yeah, the purple rain right here in the soft drink And to fight the pain, nigga, like a horse tranq And we don't complain, nigga, and we don't blink And he dumb as hell, and I swear his ass don't think I think he run with 12 and I think his whole squad linked I be so underwhelmed, 'cause I swear his whole style weak I'm moving slow as hell but the money coming godspeed I'm moving slow as hell but the money coming godspeed I just told a pussy nigga, "Call your henchmen, nigga"

I just stole on a nigga mid-sentence, nigga Fiend searching in a haystack for syringes, nigga Dopeman, got 'em flipping like some ninjas, nigga Got 'em tweaking, got 'em lurking, got 'em cringing, nigga Ooh, that's them symptoms, nigga, I can't prevent 'em, nigga Split a nigga head in two, that's split decision, nigga Been to Hell and back, came back in mint condition, nigga Feel like Heaven when them racks return to spender, nigga Feel like Heaven's only lacking your attendance, nigga Feel like stunting, drop the tops and not them windows, nigga Toss out your demo, I ain't even like your intro, nigga I just went Kimbo with this tempo, un momento, nigga You know my MO, nigga, pit that A-M-M-O, nigga Blat I ask my ceilings, "Where ya ass was at?" To all my Ceilings fans, I'm back They pushed the album back, fuck25EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Young Moolah, baby (Yeah) (Young money, alright, yeah) Young Moolah baby (Young money) (Alright, alright, alright) I wouldn't care if you were a prostitute And that you hit every man that you ever knew See it wouldn't make a difference If that was way before me and you girl See you don't ever have to worry about me As long as you keep it real Whatever is on your mind, speak on how you feel Stay true to me and never lie to me And don't ever keep no secrets no matter whatever Girl you know what I mean (yeah) Well if you don't then I'll explain You can be my Mrs. Wayne We can do the damn thing You see I had to tell my nigga Lil' Boo I met a girl like you Cause I ain't never met another girl like you But I know what to do wit a girl like you Three letters: "I do" I wouldn't care if you were a prostitute And that you hit every man that you ever knew See it wouldn't make a difference If that was way before me and you girl See you don't ever have to worry about me As long as you keep it real Whatever is on your mind, speak on how you feel Stay true to me and never lie to me And don't ever keep no secrets no matter whatever Girl you know what I mean (yeah) Well if you don't then I'll explain, I'll give up the game At the top of the arena there's my jersey wit my name What's happening baby, what's happening baby You know you need to roll wit a champion baby Any time I see ya I get asthma baby Like th th that's my baby I wouldn't care if you were a prostitute And that you hit every man that you ever knew See it wouldn't make a difference If that was way before me and you girl See you don't ever have to worry about me As long as you keep it real Whatever is on your mind, speak on how you feel Stay true to me and never lie to me And don't ever keep no secrets no matter whatever Girl you know what I mean (yeah) Like fo real though baby girl you ain't gotta keep no secrets it's just me and you You gotta keep it real Your pussy like a drug to me You got me fiending If I could sing, if I could sing Damn baby if only I could sing Help me out lil' bra I love it baby (yeah) I love it baby Don't you know I love it baby (I really did) I love it baby Like Young Jeezy I love it baby (yeah) I love it baby (I know you do too) I love it baby (Well I bet you will) I love it baby (yeah) I wouldn't care if you were a prostitute And that you hit every man that you ever knew

See it wouldn't make a difference If that was way before me and you girl See you don't ever have to worry about me As long as you keep it real Whatever is on your mind, speak on how you feel Stay true to me and never lie to me And don't ever keep no secrets no matter whatever Girl you know what I mean (yeah) See they can say what they want girl But they'd never change my views Cause they will never know you the way that I know you You see I'm tryna spend the rest of my whole life with you girl And if we gotta be alone so be it baby And if ya friends can't understand you, you don't need them baby (Yeah, Yeah, yeah alright, yeah, see everything's alright, see everything's alright, ya dig) I wouldn't care if you were a prostitute And that you hit every man that you ever knew See it wouldn't make a difference If that was way before me and you girl See you don't ever have to worry about me As long as you keep it real Whatever is on your mind, speak on how you feel Stay true to me and never lie to me And don't ever keep no secrets no matter whatever Girl you know what I mean (yeah) (Well if she don't know, she know by now) Alright, alright, alright Say roll out baby Young money1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> This is a public service announcement Lil Wayne, Weezy F. Baby, is the best rapper alive Hit me Haha Good morning, New York Good afternoon, New Orleans Good night, America Hahahaha Yeah Dough is what I got, lil mama Dough is what I got, pretty lady Dough is what I got, shawty Dough is what I got, baby C'mon, I'm paid, I'm paid I'm paid, I'm paid Hey! Give a woman none—uh-uh! I already gave my brother some It's my sister turn Ain't it funny how the fish do bird? But your boy just relax like a fresh, new perm As the world, in the barrel of the pistol, turn And we get it how we live, never live and learn Gotta talk about the flow 'cause you is concerned Only down-South rapper could've been in The Firm Or The Commission or Wu-Tang, nigga Tryna tell you I can kick it like Liu Kang, nigga Got that Sub-Zero flow, how you want me, ma? Make her "Get over here!" like Scorpion, and When it comes down to this recording I must be LeBron James if he's Jordan No—I won rings with my performance I'm more Kobe Bryant of an artist Same coach, same game, been starting Same Triangle Offense I come through the lane like a Dodge, and Referee niggas is lame, they call charging I have no brain, I'm retarded We are not the same, I'm a Martian You can be my Jane, I'm your Tarzan I'm from the jungle where the snakes is all poison I am magnificent like Marcus You might wanna fall back like August Or "late September," whatever you call it I hit niggas in the head like Vonage I am talking to no particular audience But understand: I'm the guardian And understand: There won't be no guarding him You will just get played like an accordion I don't give a damn if she's bossy I keep pussy running like a faucet She better catch like she Steve Largent Because I'm "What's up!?" like Martin Hahaha Woo! Yeah! See— I know y'all talking about me And y—you don't like what you hear sometimes

But um... um, since I'm so bright I'ma put the spotlight on you, baby Show me what you 'bout, lil daddy I know you need to stop, stop hatin' I know what you not, whoadie And that is Weezy Baby Blunts up, now, blaze (Hey), blaze (Hey) Blaze (Hey), blaze (Hey) I'm working—Yeah! Tell the world, "Take six" Young Dictionary, make words make sense Then, I make cents make dollars Make the skinny girl holler, make the fat girl hungry Make the ugly girls want me, put the pretty girls on me Make the shy girls horny, make the fly girls corny And only for me Because of who I A-M, holla back in the morning Hey! Now holla back if you own shit The CEO of the moment Bullshit: I don't condone it Aww, baby, just hop on it Hahaha Yeah, ha You like that I know! Marley, what up? Hey! Hey! Hey! Show me what you got, lil mama Show me what you got, pretty lady Show me what you got, shawty Show me what you got, baby You rappers ain't safe, safe Safe, safe, ahh! Haha26EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Thank you I've been through it all The fails, the falls I'm like Niagara But I got right back up, like Viagra I am agri-culture Swagger so mean it might insult ya Hah, I'm like an ultra-vulture I fuck around and catapault ya Torture Thought ya parents taught ya? You guys is chocha I'm gone, buenos noches Flow scorcher And I don't even write No author So harder So smarter All about a dollar Like four quarters Oh Father Will tonight be my last? And if so Make sure my kids see my cash And I know I'm solid like an elbow cast And my future will be better than my past Weezy! You can love me or hate me I swear it won't make me or break me I'm going wherever the money take me Until they funeral and wake me And don't wake me 'Cause I'm sleeping I'm dreaming I know that there's a better way 'Cause I've seen it, Lord But this faster money is so convenient And I need it Say I need it C-A-R, T-E-R I spit movies like a VCR I spit rounds like the Tiki bar And if I got beef I'm the meat cleav-er And I are The illest nigga Martin Luther King died for And I ride for Hollygrove, One-Seven, Eagle Street And I'm higher than an eagle's feet But I believe in me Apple is the cross street I am just an offspring Born in the ghetto That's why I can't let go

One call I'll have my dogs on ya like an echo Baby, I am the real deal, no pickle Uh, spit sickle-cell psycho I go Off, like a motherfucking rifle And I'm from The underground baby, like a pipe hole And I will stand tall like light poles Until the light blows And you can love me or hate me Baby, I swear it won't make me or break me And I be going wherever the money take me Until they funeral and wake me And don't wake me 'Cause I'm sleeping And I'm dreaming See I'm just hustling Living what I believe in, dog And it's a problem when our homies not eating And I'm greedy I'm greedy Share my blood Feed my family My flow will have to plead insanity So sick I need Gray's Anatomy Acid, like a bust open battery I'm cool like L.A. nights I'm tight like ballet tights Ay, Juelz I swear the other day I pissed Cristal These bitches tryna kick it like Juntao I gotta watch my head in the battle I'm just trying to stay ahead of my shadow And I'm floating like a boat and a paddle Alligators and rattlesnakes But I promise I will take a nigga off, like a Saturday Got money to validate I'm icy like carrot cake Different colored diamonds make me look like a salad plate I'm straight out the alleyway It's the nigga ya daddy hate Weezy F. Baby—great! I know they love me then hate me But I'm a G – It won't make me or break me And you can find me wherever the money place me Yeah, until you're riding to the late me And don't wake me 'Cause I'm sleeping And I'm dreaming And me and my Lord got an agreement, y'all And so I thank him every day for my achievements And I'm Weezy I'm Weezy13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Ride with mula, yeah thats the mob Come check with Dram, and do ya job I'm not worthy of your controversy I'm not thirsty, baby, I'm allergic Colder than a hockey jersey, dirty like Kentucky Derby I was lying on a gurney, I don't wanna die early I was screaming "Fuck the world," you was singin' "Like a Virgin" Never be concerned or worried, 2 girls, like Laverne and Shirley Wake up in the morning early, tell 'em that I love 'em dearly They say "Oh my God, have mercy," shinin' like I got on Jergens You can hear my diamonds screaming like they just met God in person Oh my God the squad alerted, I confirm it They hop up like Kermit, come to bless you like a sermon My house lit like Pee-Wee Herman's and you know I bought it furnished I'm determined like attorneys, y'all lil boys ain't got attorneys I just hope she not a burden, I just hope she got a purpose That first week was power surgin', oh my God, the socket workin I been listening to the money, it been telling me it's coming Sound like music to my ears, like a symphony of hundreds Mama told me I'd be special, Grandma told me I'd be something I made sure they wasn't guessin', made the most out they assumptions Being everything but simple, stretch a dollar like a limo Got a grill in one dimple, got my deal without a demo, Tunechi Ride with Mula, yeah that's the mob Come check with Dram, and do ya job Thanksgiving is the name, IceBox did the chain Rolex for the watch, motherfucker, Plain Jane I got issues, I got problems, we got missiles in the chopper Got a hoe from the Bahamas, let me swordfight with her tonsils Brought the hoe up in the condo, had a party with Fernando I got condoms in the dresser, Percocets all on the mantle All they handle, name a bitch that I ain't fuck and I'ma bag her Keep it real, if I ain't fuck then my bros Tune and Mack done had her Got a bitch cook like a chef, I had a hoe from out the Memph

She like to suck dick wit no hands, she say she do shit with no help Control myself, I been working overtime, I owe myself I like my bitches thick and quick to go and lick below the belt I brought a Ghost to Hollygrove, flew your ho out to my shows What happen on these tour buses? Like Vegas, nobody knows Got a plug on line one, had to put momma on hold Talking numbers tryna see how I’m gonna get Mama that Ghost Talking big money for sure, I don’t trick money to hoes I’mma keep running 'til I’m getting three hundred a show Yeah bitch, ride with the Mob, slob on my knob Get some bitches back to work and do the dishes, that’s yo' job I’ve been sipping, if they say I ain’t that nigga then they lying I put coca on the table, made her read between the lines I sit back waiting my time, now I’m flexin’, now I’m winnin’ I’m at Saks or I’m at Lenox, credit card ain’t got no limit Got a Mac with a extension, want see murder? Be a witness Y’all lil boys just mind yo business 'fore y’all swimmin with the fishes Wait, yeah, I got the wave, I got the juice, I got the sauce, yeah ho Smoking the green, really it’s verbal, so I’ll be calling it hard Woah, South Beach with a bad bitch, I was just in the trenches I was just in a Honda, now I’m skrrting in a Bentley, Jones That’s why I don’t fuck with social media. There ain’t no other reason you know what I mean? People probably think I got like a real strong reason. Like, you know what I mean, no, ‘cause, nah man, I just don’t know how, and I be way too twisted. Like, way too twisted to be fucking with that I don’t really text, none of that, like it’s just tough It’s just, like, I’m not tech-savvy at all, I’m just sorry But if you come sit down with me and smoke one with me, I mean you’re gonna have an awesome time. It’s just what it is. I’m very social5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yeah Drought 3 Hear my chains? Haha That mean I'm balling, bitch! Haha If you didn't know If you wasn't informed, or something like that This is Da Drought 3 And um... Check this out Yeah, imagine waking up out your sleep to them pistols blasting And if the witness is dead, there's no trial If you didn't know then, ho, well, you know now And I don't mean basketball when I say, "I don't know y'all" Money, money, money, money boost my morale Play with my money, money, money: O.K. Corral I like a bitch with a apple-bottom like Vokal The top is at my fingertips like I ain't got no nails I got blood brothers, bitch; I ain't got no pals I make a girl get low, like I ain't got no L's I'm a paper-chasing dog, check my toenails And I never miss a game, no Shaq O'Neal More like Brett Favre, just like Brett Favre I been shot two times; just wipe that off But I thank You for putting me right back, Lord And to You, Father, I would give my life back for it That knife, that sword; that gun, that war Make your so-called "soldiers" just run like Gore Yeah—Frank, that is, from San Francis' And I got more banana clips than chimpanzees Ten addresses, and I dresses Like I thinks I'm the motherfucking best there is And I'm about to bubble, and she catch that fizz And I'm straight from Claiborne, nigga; just ask Liz Check your neck—there ain't a crook like this From the city where the judge throw the book at kids Burner in school, in my bookbag, hid Talk stupid at lunch, and we having your ribs If you are not home, then we having your kids And if you can't come up with half, I'll send you half of your kid Back to the balling, extravagant crib I'm on the toilet watching Martin, just laughing and shit Don't know why I get high, but I get high I get high, like, every single day You do shit that them other women can't Mary Jane, what is it you done to me? Yeah I pop a beat and start rolling And then, I smoke it like a muh'fucking stogie Peep how I wrote it: I was rappin to the "ding-ding-ding-ding..." Fuck it Get high, screw the world And that's that, hahaha I need all my funds, yeah All my money, baby, haha Black diamonds and pearls Believe that, hm I made "Bling Bling," and my chest look like a mural I'm nuts—just call me "Squirrel" My fetish is the girls But the women—not the girls Act your age, not your shoe size Maybe we can do the twirl I'll be the Prince of her pearl-tongue Earring in her pearl-tongue If she come, let her girl come Give her a pill, give her girl one

"Party time, excellent"—yup, Wayne's World Campbell's Soup on the wrist, just call me "Earl" Lil' Marl, don't shoot 'em, you heard? I get high, my words slur, I start callin 'em "Merl'" "Hey, Merl', light that 'firre'" And I know this old, but I'm really "Hot in Herre" I went with the Phantom, my niggas copping the Spurs My hand's in the pot—I'd rather eat and stir It's I against the world And I'm strapped! Yeah I bring all my guns Shoot mothers, fathers, babies—damn! Black handguns to serve We could see, but we are so blind to the signs They trying to lose the world And we will walk right up with our guns, yup Hand in hand, yeah We'll march right after the drum But I don't mean no band Nigga, Drought 3!5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I used to I used to Used to I used to call you from the jail phone And you would press one and receive my love I used to call her from a jail phone Every day like she's my plug I used to call you from the jail phone And you would press one and receive my love Call her from the jail phone Every day like she's my plug And she know when that hotline bling, yeah To look down at her diamond ring, yeah I said she know when that hotline bling, yeah It's time to drop everything But ever since you got them titties you Talkin' 'bout you thinkin' 'bout some ass shots Taking all these snapshots, different backdrops Dancing, posting pics after you cash out Ever since you got them titties you Been ignoring my calls and my iMessage Saying you feel like one of my side bitches So I pop a molly and I cry with you I used to call you from a jail phone And you would press one and receive my love Would call you from a jail phone, hey Every day like she's my plug I used to call you from the jail phone And you would press one and receive my love Call her from a jail phone Every day like she's my plug And she know when that hotline bling, huh Just look at that diamond ring, yeah She know when that hotline bling, yeah It's time to drop everything But ever since I left the prison you do you You never ever try to lock me down Remember when you used to always hold me down You used to promise me that you'd be holding out You used to send me naked pictures too-ooh-ooh-ooh Now you saying you gettin' older now Young nigga like me used to show you out You hangin' in circles you wouldn't go around Sneaky hoes record me on their cell phone, damn So everyone can see my love I used to be your ringtone I had you listen as the screen lights up Every time that hotline bling You just need some time to think, yeah Don't care what your friends think Them bitches want that diamond ring But ever since you met them bitches You knew you, you're a new you Forgot to tell you I fucked them bitches 'fore I knew you I guess they forgot too You shouldn't call me from your girl's phone Cause she ain't gonna delete my number Press me when she know that you're gone That bitch is gonna hit me right up And do I still have my own private ring?

Oh, now you keep your shit on silent ring Damn, why you think I let you keep your diamond ring? To remind you of when I was king I used to call you from the jail phone And you would press one and receive my love Used to call her from a jail phone Phone sex 'til it beeps, time’s up Girl, talkin' 'bout you thinkin' 'bout some ass shots Taking beaucoup snapshots, different backdrops I still fuck that pussy 'til you blackout Take your tap out, no ceilings12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Oh This is Huh, Mama used to say this when she stand above my baby crib Never trust nobody that could bleed for five days and live Grandma used to say that this world gon' come to a crazy end Monsters in my closet was the feds taking baby pics Daddy used to look at me like, "Who the fuck this baby is?" Uncle used to say, "Your daddy just too young to raise a kid" Daddy used to treat my mama like they never made a kid I'm Satan's kid, I'm Satan's kid, I'm Satan's kid (I'm Satan's kid) Uh, I know the tables turn like tornadoes turn I know the way it turn, gotta wait your turn Until you take your turn, fuck a wrong turn I made the world turn, that's a turn on I'm on every song that I turn on I got it turnt up, got it turnt on I'm on the turnpike, I'm 'bout to turn off Weed loud as every siren they turn on Bust down so bright, it's burning These diamonds so white, they German Your diamonds ain't right, they turning Cocaine white as my attorney All types of guns, no type of permits All types of coffins, all types of gurneys From my driveway to my front door It has been quite a journey It has been quite a journey From my driveway to my front door It has been quite a journey Huh, Mama used to say this when she stand above my baby crib Never trust nobody that could bleed for five days and live Walking on water, this a new world order These niggas out of order like a fish out of water (Huh?) I'ma shoot the chopper like a fisheye camera Yeah, I'ma keep shootin' 'til the bitch stop recordin' Just don't start shootin', I don't feel like arguin' A real sharp sharpshooter, I don't miss my target And I don't miss my thottie, I just miss my homie Long walk-in closet, I hope you feel like walkin' Uh, I know the paper burn like it ought to burn I know the paper burn for the long term I know my big concern when I toss and turn I know my big concern 'bout the long term I know the paper burn like the fire burn I know it don't burn unless I confirm I'm 'bout to cross my heart and watch your heart burn Crossin' me is like watching a cross burn Swag go head to shoe (Yeah) Bitch, I'm fresh as a designer, yeah Started from Ragu, made it way up to lasagna, yeah Killers come behind ya, can you say, "Murder for hire?" Sippin' on purple papaya, gitchi ya-ya, yeah Mama used to say this when she stand above my baby crib Never trust nobody that can bleed for five days and live Grandma used to say that this world gon' come to a crazy end Monsters in my closet was the feds taking baby pics Daddy used to look at me like, "Who the fuck this baby is?" Uncle used to say, "Your daddy just too young to raise a kid" Daddy used to treat my mama like they never made a kid I'm Satan's kid, I'm Satan's kid, I'm Satan's kid (I'm Satan's kid) Uh, I know the tables turn like tornadoes turn I know the way it turn, gotta wait your turn Until you take your turn, fuck a wrong turn I made the world turn, that's a turn on I'm on every song that I turn on I got it turnt up, got it turnt on I'm on the turnpike, I'm 'bout to turn off Weed loud as every siren they turn on Bust down so bright, it's burning These diamonds so white, they German Your diamonds ain't right, they turning Cocaine white as my attorney

All types of guns, no type of permits (Yeah) All types of coffins, all types of gurneys (Yeah, yeah) From my driveway to my front door (Yeah, yeah, yeah) It has been quite a journey It has been quite a journey From my driveway to my front door It has been quite a journey, nigga6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I think I’m seeing things When I don’t see a thing I woke up and realized All the nightmares that dreaming brings Let my people go I know y’all hear 'em screaming things Now load up choppers Point it at the coppers Let-let freedom ring I like the sweeter things So what bitch, no needle strings I wake up, stretch my feet and wings My life has no deleted scenes I pop-pop-pop and leave the scene Leave the scene Noxzema clean Sippin on that lean cuisine Incredible Hulk on creatine My nigga Fuck the world And may I mention, fuck the world again But I wanna go around the world Tune, you down to go around the world again? I am And you can trust in a nigga like fam I’m hitting these licks with my niggas like stamps Giving these hoes headaches like rams Yes ma’am And I I just might call your girl a friend But fuck her like she my girlfriend Talk to her like she my girl Like, oops you look like my girl’s twin I sin, I'm bad, I meant "My bad" I’m lost in future, present, past All those drinks I had I speed, I'm fast, I blink, I crash They say it’s my time I’m racing time, I think I’m last And if Tune mentions lean again Then I might drink his stash The underdogs understand what I lay over tracks New school, but all I listen to is older raps Bitch I still I still been drinking on the low I never think because I know And pimpin haven't died and money getting old And now the wrinkles starting to show My rims twinkle like a toe I’m tippy toeing wit' your ho One thing led to another, and then the pencil broke I got that; handgun on the table, shotgun in the closet Police in disguises, I don’t like surprises I don’t like tomatoes, I don’t like tamales Shoutout to my plugs, I pray the rats don’t chew the wires Straight ballin, you niggas just bald spots When they tried to read my palms the pages were torn out And you pussy niggas get hauled off No cough drops I’m tryna make the same cash off rap they made off pop I’m off topic I killed more than I did with a gun with a skill I’m no role model I’m rollin' with models, rollin' off pills I’m rollin' over Whoever's not rollin' with us, then road kill Tryna get Uncle Phil cake In case I die tryin' I wrote Wills I’m chillin', for the moment 'Til I can’t figure out the code To get the motherfucking safe open Who the fuck left the cage open Stage of rage I’m liable to blow your fucking face open Every bone you could break, broken If I go broke, every home I could break in, broke in Pussy look like a steak smokin' Niggas slippin' like the lake frozen And I hate rodents And I stay chokin' Off the straight potent 'Til it make no sense Niggas talking shit Nigga I can get you wacked Nigga you can picture that 'Til you break your lens

Nigga take your ends Nigga fuck your ho While you cutting your grass Nigga cut your throat Taking out your trash Pull up on you slow Going nowhere fast When you got nowhere to go Nigga hung 'em by a rope Dump 'em by the boats Fuck 'em, adios Fuck 'em, I don't care Got a bad bitch naked And she just asked “What you gonna do to me that I ain't done to myself?” I say “Ooh talk dirty, but don’t talk long" You leave Wayne’s world it’s a long walk home My pockets on that growth hormone I call them shots, can I get a dialtone Yeah Mula, can I get a million 'Til the heads or tails 'Til I get a full coin Full fledge, full house When your friend gon' join? Got a friend in the cut with a gun by the groin And what are friends for I’m still the boss, don’t get sent for Roger that, 10-4 Nigga send me, point 'em out Where he at, I got 'em We don't wanna see you back in court The weed so loud bitches get ignored Cause I ain't got time to go back and forth I told that bitch don't question me Bitch, if you do you asking for it I’m spaced out like asteroids Feeling like A-rod after ‘roids I'm from Prov city And I’m from New Orleans The part that’s destroyed20EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> What, wha, wha, wha, wha What, wha, wha, wha, wha Cash Money Millionaires Bout to take it there Yellow Viper, yellow Hummer, Yellow Benz Yellow PT Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce That's seven different cars, everyday I got a choice On my way to pick up Joyce, she be making me moist Giving me head while she humming, she can play with her voice And she got nice thighs, a big plump ass She could ride a dick too, make me cum fast I like them modeling bitches, I love them swallowing bitches Where them hoes headed at? I'm 'bout to follow them bitches (let's go) I know you with your folks, but that nigga is broke You might as well open your legs up and let a nigga poke I'm a show you what it is not to be a window shopper Mama you can have Fendi, mama you can have Prada All you gotta do is break a nigga off proper You could be with your man, I ain't tryna stop ya (Shine) - From my head down to my shoes (Shine) - Skritin' on twenty-two's (Shine) - Check my baby mamma (Shine) - Whip Rovers, not Hondas (Shine) - I'mma spend it 'til it's gone (Shine) - Don't know when I'm coming home (Shine) - Pop X and drank Cris' (Shine) - My life is the shit Baby named me, Fire Wayne, Ice and Change You can catch me in an aqua range, squatting things With them twenty-two inch chopper blades Diamond face, diamond brace More colors than the game Simon Says Go, 'hind me And mami on forty-fifth she told me "I'm a lez" And she ain't like too much of dick But give the bombest head, and so I took it anyway But bitch I got a Phantom, don't need your pussy anyway OK, let's talk about this ice that I'm carryin' All these karats like I'm a fucking vegetarian Niggas play, I bury them, y'all already knowin' I threw up my arm and bitches thought it started snowin' See I'm a keep it going, Big Tymin, you heard's me? Dog I got cake like everyday my birthday Wait, I don't think they heard me I say dog I got cake like everyday my birthday

(Shine) - From my head down to my shoes (Shine) - Skritin' on twenty-two's (Shine) - Check my baby mamma (Shine) - Whip Rovers, not Hondas (Shine) - I'mma spend it 'til it's gone (Shine) - Don't know when I'm coming home (Shine) - Pop X and drank Cris' (Shine) - My life is the shit I'mma Hot Boy, that's name brand and top of the line Ride fly daily, all year 'round I shine Ain't a nigga and they mama gonna stop me dog Come through on dub-deuces, they jock me dog Glock cocked for haters tryna block me dog Catch 'em solo, they geezy, don't shock me dog Well get the fuck, slide on out the way And let B.G. ease down the shinin' linen Let the diamonds and the jewelry light shit up Each piece of jewelry I own, I ice it up You don't wanna put your vehicle next to us Cause all of our vehicles, we dress 'em up With television, Dreamcast, DVDs Nice sounds, buttons, it's twenties I'm a Cash Money Hot, Big Tymer nigga That'll hold a pinky finger up and blind ya nigga (Ewww!) (Shine) - From my head down to my shoes (Shine) - Skritin' on twenty-two's (Shine) - Check my baby mamma (Shine) - Whip Rovers, not Hondas (Shine) - I'mma spend it 'til it's gone (Shine) - Don't know when I'm coming home (Shine) - Pop X and drank Cris' (Shine) - My life is the shit I'm a stunt 'til I die, so you better respect it Cause whoever try testin' is gonna be resting I'm a young millionaire, Hot Boy, Lil' Turk Bling blinging everyday, plus I got work (bling) Nigga like me stay in the cut twenty-four/seven Steady stacking my ends on dubs, twenty-four/seven Every car you wish you had, we got it, we got it Bentleys, Hummers and Jags, big bodies, big bodies Love to floss, no secret stunners Niggas steady baller block, can't take nothing from us Young nigga, living a life surrounded by ice Hoes be like, "Damn, them boys, they're nothing nice" They on fire, that must be them Hot Boys You motherfucking right, you think this not girl? Better think twice, get it right dog Know you recognize, we got it on lock fall (Shine) - From my head down to my shoes (Shine) - Skritin' on twenty-two's (Shine) - Check my baby mamma (Shine) - Whip Rovers, not Hondas (Shine) - I'mma spend it 'til it's gone (Shine) - Don't know when I'm coming home (Shine) - Pop X and drank Cris' (Shine) - My life is the shit (Shine) - From my head down to my shoes (Shine) - Skritin' on twenty-two's (Shine) - Check my baby mamma (Shine) - Whip Rovers, not Hondas (Shine) - I'mma spend it 'til it's gone (Shine) - Don't know when I'm coming home (Shine) - Pop X and drank Cris' (Shine) - My life is the shit Uhh, uhh, uhh Huh uh (oh shit) 2001 - my life is the shit, know why? (Lemme see that) (Im gon' shiiiiii-neee) I'm representing, I'mma spit it (bling) As long as they make that shit - I'mma break that shit Ya heard me? It's like that; believe that This year; fuck it - I said it before and I meant it I'm buying me a city New Mannie, Louisiana - ya bitch yooou!4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yeah, okay, I walk up in the club, Louies with the cherry bottoms Bad bitch on my arm with a Halle Berry body You know what I do, I get straight to the mula Wristwear frigid and my watch is a Franck Muller I’m reppin’ Young Mula, Gudda times two, I Remember when I used to stuff my paper in my shoe box Now I got two large accounts Where money stacks in large amounts What the fuck you niggas talking 'bout? 'Cause we ain’t tryin' to talk it out Pistol hangin’ out my jeans, it ain’t a thing, let's spark it out Let that chopper start to sing and let it ring and then I’m out Yeah, you know what I’m sippin’, purple got me trippin’

Scoop your chicken up and let her lick me like a lizard I’m on South Beach chillin’ and I’m tryin’ to fuck every hottie Get her to the crib and make her fuck everybody You know the team, it’s Young Money over everybody In the rap game, so it’s, "Fuck everybody" Married to the MOB, bury you alive My girl pussy feel like Heaven to a God And I came in this bitch with my niggas Kidnap the baby and the fuckin’ babysitter, yeah I be doing me, don’t give a fuck 'bout what you doing Blood gang, bitch, big Bs, Boston Bruins I could do this shit eyes-closed, nothin’ to it Bullets fuck your body up, they ain’t even tryna view it I go tough, I go stupid Murk your pussy ass and everyone you in cahoots with Fuck you with a pool-stick, make you swallow toothpicks Fuckin’ right we ruthless, we done watched too many movies Done smoked too many doobies, murk you out, then deuces We don’t know what truce is, that bulletproof vest so useless Flag red like bruises, shoot at ya head with them Uzis I swear, your honor, I ain’t a dealer, I’m a user, ya dig? I load up the Sig, point it at ya wig Pull over on the highway, throw you off the bridge We don’t give a fuck and we ain’t never did Shit, three words you never hear? "Let him live" I’m in my own zone, it got me throwed off I break these bitches down, I break these hoes off Lil Tunechi is my name, I got Gudda on the tape Public apology, Sorry 4 the Wait Yeah9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Okay, um, finally perfect, you know? (This, this, this, this, this) Y'all already know what it is, and if you don't (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (This, this, this, this, this) Then the great Mannie Fresh will enlighten you Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and players (Come on!) Half-ass rappers and true rhyme sayers (Come on!) This is the Carter (Yes, it is!), so hold onto your teenage daughter (That's what you better do!) Because this is the Carter (That's what it is!), a lot more rich and a whole lot smarter (So ching) Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (Rumlow, all I can see is the floor, come on!) Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (Well I got it, don't worry, I got it, I got it, aye) Who am I? Young Wizzle, for shizzle Flow sicker than a third floor in hospitals Uh, my charm Starburst, my watch Skittles I'm hot sizzle, "what up, hot bizzle?" Holla at a player, I'm sorta like BD Y'all can't stop my dribble, or block the lay-ups Soft top the coupe, mami pop her, too Don't chase the feeling, baby girl, let it come to you Remove the ceiling on the girl, now she comfortable I'm a world-class G, mami, fuck with dude I got La-Z-Boy bank: that's comfort loot I'm a offensive coordinator: run and shoot You watch your grill, what you ought to do 'Fore your ribs get barbecued And my ribs is showing I say I'm starving, dude This, this, this, this, this is the Carter, dude What up, Reel? Come on Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and players (Come on!) Half-ass rappers and true rhyme sayers (Come on!) This is the Carter (Yeah!), so hold onto your teenage daughter (Yeah!) Because this is the Carter (Yeah!), a lot more rich and a whole lot smarter (Come on) Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (Lean, I'm flyer than a motherfucking pelican right now) Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (Don't get this shit twisted, motherfucker) I'm the Birdman, Birdman Jr., bitch I be high in the sky, shit on you and your bitch I be flyer than your guy, you need to lose the prick Now if you follow everything, just grab a wing and we could shh All the way down to the mall and bet I buy it all Young Mar, picture the broad lick All the way down to the balls, then she wipe it off If getting money is wrong, I ain't right at all I Young Money a car, I just write it off I'm the boss of my own shit, I'm my own clique I would say "fuck you," but go and get your own dick Get your game up, boy, hustle harder This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this Get your game up, boy, hustle harder This, this, this, this, this, this is the Carter, yeah! Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and players (Come on!) Half-ass rappers and true rhyme sayers (Come on!) This is the Carter (Yes, it is!), so hold onto your teenage daughter (That's what you better do!) Because this is the Carter (That's what it is!), a lot more rich and a whole lot smarter (So chingy) Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (Colder than the motherfucking North Pole, nigga) Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (And I'm slicker than the shit I told your bitch last night) And y'all better blame Baby 'Cause he's the motherfucker that made me, and I'm crazy?

And y'all ask why I never left the Navy 'Cause he's the motherfucker that pay me, is you crazy? Young, Young, Young Wizzle, baby Give you your issue, Nina wanna kiss you No, no, no, me no want no bullshit So, so stop baller-blocking 'cause a nigga hood rich And I floss every day because I could, bitch So holla at your boy 'cause I'm still on some hood shit Like, like, like, what's really good with your mom or your little boy? And your sister looking good, shit, shit I'm still Apple Eagle Weezle 1-7 Hollygrove, never, ever leave you I got y'all waiting on my sequel This, this, this, this, this, this is the Carter, people Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and players (Come on!) Half-ass rappers and true rhyme sayers (Come on!) This is the Carter (Yes, it is!), so hold onto your teenage daughter (That's what you better do!) Because this is the Carter (That's what it is!), a lot more rich and a whole lot smarter (So chingy) Wayne in your brain, Young Carter ('Bout to head all the way to the ground, motherfucker, fuck you!) Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (I can't see shit but the shoes on my feet, Baby, run it over) Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and players (That's private) Half-ass rappers and true rhyme sayers (Come on!) This is the Carter (Yeah!), so hold onto your teenage daughter (Yeah!) Because this is the Carter (Don't get it twisted), a lot more rich and a whole lot smarter (So ching) Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (Nigga, my diamonds got diamonds, I ain't bullshitting, what's good?) Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (Squad! My hoes got hoes, for real) You're murkin' 'em! Uh, uh, Mannie Fresh, yeah Murkin' 'em, uh, uh, Mannie Fresh, yeah Murderin' 'em, yeah, yeah, Mannie Fresh, yeah Murkin' 'em, yeah, yeah This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Michael Phelps, this for you, baby! I'm goin' for the gold, my heart is in control My mind is on succeed and I am in the lead Don't buy into the schemes, the science or strategy Just giant N-U-Ts brings triumph and belief I'm a lion or a dean, inspired by the green Never tired or fatigued, never defiant to my team Never lying on the thing until I'm lying on the thing Hooked to wires and things; I'ma die as a king If I don't do it now, I'ma try it again And when I do accomplish it, I'ma try it again I'm a riot, insane; I'm a lion, my mane Hangs down to my strings and they're tied to the game I stay dry when it rain, I'm tired of the fame Got everything to gain and I'm proud of the pain The pride and the plain, the wise and the strange Denied by the sane; besides, we're the same Who's guiding the train? Who's flyin' the plane? Who's driving the lane? Who dies when it bang? Who fires when it bang? Who lies in the aim? Two lives in the drain; who cries when they sang? You hide but you can't; you high but you ain't I advise you to think; you'll find what you can't Revive what you taint, survive what you paint Super-size what you shrank: the fries and the drank Admired as a saint, defined by my rank Combined with my strength, my time and my length I'ma iron out the kinks; yes, I'm on the brink And in the eye of my wink, I'ma retire in the bank Yeah, and I'm no quitter 'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta And I'm no quitter 'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta Yeah, I'm gon' get it, I'm gon get it Yeah, I'm gon' get it, yeah 'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta Victory consistantly Train all year to be the enemy's misery No stress visibly, neither does it enter me I think positively; you can't harm me mentally Not physically, not spiritually; you'll never get rid of me I am the epitome of "this is what you did to me" Nothin's what you did for me, nothin's what you give to me I take whatever I'm visualizing, now break all of the limiting Now shake all of the gimicking, the fakery, the trickery "Nurse, how sick is he?" "Worse, I am sickening!" I'll be at the finish line first, "how quick is he?" I'ma make sure they mention me for the next century I ain't with the bickering, I am full of dignity I am full of energy, pull out the inner me Or bull after dinner meat, I stood in the winter heat It could be the end of me, but good be defending me Yeah, and I'm no quitter 'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta And I'm no quitter 'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta

Yeah, I'm gon' get it, I'm gon get it Yeah, I'm gon' get it, yeah 'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta I'm allergic to cheatin' I hate failure and I'm in love with achievement Above and beneath it, a hug when I greet it My eyes on the prize and I love when I seek it Done with the speakin', begun with the preachin' Now pray, until I am one with the deacon Now play, until I have won whatever we win I play, until I have won, and then I re-win Yeah, and I'm no quitter 'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta And I'm no quitter 'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta Yeah, I'm gon' get it, I'm gon get it Yeah, I'm gon' get it, yeah 'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> You see? The goal is just to raise the babies right Wayne babies, that is You guys are maturing so much! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah It's crazy how you look like your dad Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Tunechi, I must say, job well done Yeah And I just told my main thing "Since you my main thing You can turn yo' phone off and let your name ring" 6 shit Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeahI just told my main thing "Since you my main thing" DJ Drama Bitch I won the race All I ever wanted was to tell her she was all I ever wanted Wake up to her every morning, last night we can't recall it Every day she catchin' feelings, every night I throw a party She done died and went to heaven, I forgot to close the coffin I'm just lookin' for lil sexy to direct me from the horror They ain't promisin' tomorrow but she promisin' she loyal So I promise to be faithful Yeah, Lil Weezy; "F" for "Faithful, Funky, Freaky, Freshly Flavored Flawless, Fleek, Finesse, Finagle" I just tell my main ting "Since you my main ting You can turn your phone off and let your name ring We can take them clothes off and let that thang breathe Hold me as I doze off, you know I drank lean" I just poured a whole deuce inside a 16 Cried my whole heart out, she cried with me She like to put the top down and tell me "Let 'em see" She like to leave the doors up, they look like referees She like to throw it back until she got back pains She got her own little special contact name She take it in the ass, ain't worryin' 'bout the crack game Me, her, plus another bitch, she don't care if the math change Yeah, I just poured a whole deuce inside a 16 Got her reppin' suwoo, she reppin' big Bs And she ain't worryin' 'bout fuckin' on a private plane And she don't do the phone thing, she do the finer things It's all about deserving things and not designer things She all about her certain ring and not all kind of rings All about the sure things and not the shiny things Man, she so tired of swervin' niggas, need a tire change All I ever wanted was to tell her she was all I ever wanted Wake up to her every morning, last night we can't recall it She lay down and close her eyes, fall asleep open hearted She done died and went to heaven, I forgot to close the coffin I'm just lookin' for lil' sexy to direct me from the sorrow They ain't promisin' tomorrow but she promise to be loyal So I promise to be faithful, but I'm prolly not gon' chase you Sit down on my dinner table, eat that pussy like it's catered I just tell my main ting "Since you my main ting You can turn your phone off and let your name ring You can scratch yo' goals off and you can thank me Hold me as I doze off, you know I drank lean" I just told my main thing "Since you my main thing Let them have the fame thing 'cause it's the same thing You can take them clothes off and let that thang breathe Hold me as I doze off, you know I drank lean" I just poured a whole deuce inside a 16 Yeah she reppin' two countries, yeah she mixed breed Got her smokin' rapper weed, tryna spit Vs She been goin' 30 minutes, she just switched knees

Uh, pimpin' ain't easy but it's necessary Pimpin' ain't dead, check the cemetery If I tell you that I love you, I ain't lying girl So worry 'bout yourself and not the other bitch I'm tellin' All I ever wanted was to tell her she was all I ever wanted Wake up to her every morning, last night was all recorded Every day she catchin' feelings, every night I throw a party That's that "Fire and Desire", I forgot to throw her water I'm just lookin' for lil' sexy to direct me from the horror They ain't promisin' tomorrow but she promise that she loyal So I promise to be faithful Yeah, Lil Weezy; F for faithful, funky, freaky, freshly flavored Flawless, fleek, finesse, finagle and fatal2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Bangladesh Young Money! You dig? Mack, I'm going in A millionaire, I'm a Young Money millionaire Tougher than Nigerian hair My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair I'm a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed Through the pencil and leak on the sheet of the tablet in my mind 'Cause I don't write shit ;cause I ain't got time 'Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dollar And the almighty power of that ch-ch-ch-ch-chopper Sister, brother, son, daughter, father, motherfuck a copper Got the Maserati dancing on the bridge, pussy popping Tell the coppers, "Hahahaha You can't catch him, you can't stop him" I go by them goon rules If you can't beat 'em, then you pop 'em You can't man 'em, then you mop 'em You can't stand 'em, then you drop 'em You pop 'em 'cause we pop 'em like Orville Redenbacher Yeah, motherfucker I'm ill Yeah, Wayne, I'm going in I'm illy in here with them Young Money millionaires Think you really pop a wheelie in air? Mac Milli, the Vanilli's in here I'm a rascal, don't get whopped I get brats who don't give top I get tassel, pass you with a flow you could never put a brake on And I break on anything a nigga take on Feel the napalm from my trey arm, straight long Throw a nigga like I'm Akon, cause I'm acorns Where the base gone? get the base blown Let the Pistons on that chopper Come on, cops, I'm kamikaze, drop a rock with them Obamas Illie in the mind, really with the nine, millie when I rhyme Silly anytime fine, chilly, gitty on the grind Shitty on a dime, Penny on the line Plenty's in me, any guineas with 'em Bigger than a mini, and remind I'm Illy, and it's all off G.P.s and a PG walk by, beep-beep Need a freak, skeet, hawk out, big feet on a jeep She caught by Weezy F We be the best, truly to death, prove me the rest Groupies confess, you be the ref, excuse me, I left Haha! A millionaire, I'm a young money millionaire What, 'chyall really want it? Nah, y'all don't really wanna do it If hip hop is dead, I am the embalming fluid And I don't care who it be, I'm steppin' to it Notice I say 'it', cause to me, it ain't shit Get, it? Call me whatcha like, trick, call me on my Sidekick Never answer when it's private, man, I hate a shy chick Don't you hate a shy chick? I had a plate of shy chick And she ain't shy no mo', she changed her name to "My chick" Yeah, boy, that's my girl And she pops excellent up in Wayne's world Totally, dude You should see their faces when they see that this robot can move And it say... Hahaha, yeah And it go... That's right A millionaire, I'm a Young Money, Cash Money, fast money Slow money, mo' money, never no money What is that, who is that? I never heard of it I will take your picture and make a "Rest In Peace" shirt of it Some should take this beat and make a "Rest In Peace" shirt of it Because I killed it, now, don't tell no one you heard of me It's like the beat was screamin', "Murder me!"

And I'm a murderer, so I murdered it And you niggas is what I'm eating, I'll make sure of it And he who don't believe me, I'll make dessert of him Sherbet him, I mean, shame on him, or her; Carter, father of This rap thing, this is my race Go on, take a lap, man, Weezy Baby's nursery Now, gon' take a nap, man, it's naptime I'll holla back at you at snacktime Weezy... F... Yeah, OK They say I'm rappin' like B.I.G, Jay, and 2Pac André 3000, where is Erykah Badu at, who dat? Who dat said they gon' beat Lil' Wayne My name ain't Bic, but I keep dat flame, man Who dat wanna do dat, boy? You knew dat, you dat swallow And I be the shit, now you got loose bowels I don't O-U like two vowels But I would like for you to pay me by the hour Haha, and I'd rather be pushing flowers Than to be in the pen sharing showers See, Tony told us this world was ours And the Bible told us every girl was sour Don't play in her garden, and don't smell her flower Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawnmower Boy, I got so many bitches like I'm Mike Lowry Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me Man, life just ain't life without me Hip-hop just ain't hip-hop without me Young Moola, baby C35EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Bitch better have my money Don't test me, motherfucker I study And wifey keep tellin' me the pills gon' kill me Fuckin' up my sperm count and she want children Back on my bullshit, I'm back on my bullshit I'm a dead man walkin', follow my footprints If you scared go to church, I shoot at the pulpit My girl pussy sweeter than a whatchamacallit I ain't worried bout 'em, I say "Hi hater" I throw you off the top of a skyscraper 5Boro, we go Bozo And I'd rather be po' before a Popo Don't come down here if you ain't from down here Fuck around and get stuck like gum down here And that vest won't help cause I'm aimin' at your scalp And all my underwear say Ralph And all I do is skate and smoke and rap and fuck Skate and smoke and rap But all I do is skate and smoke and rap and fuck Skate and smoke and rap Now let me see ya kickflip, kickflip, kickflip, kickflip, kickflip, kickflip I got your bitch dick whipped, dick whipped, dick whipped, dick whipped, dick whipped, dick whipped I got a call and nigga it's my sweetie Five bowls in her mouth spell Weezy Yeah, monkey on the dick And I ain't no magician so I never love a trick Man light up that Swisher, punch him in the kisser Kidnap his mom, and fuck her like Stifflers Tatted everywhere man these hoes love a nigga Glock with the magazine do you want the cover nigga huh? Um, I'm in that Trukfit I'm in that pussy and I beat it like a drumstick Talk stupid and I'll put you on a milk carton Boy I just shoot you in the back, handicapped parkin' Yeah, my gun "pow" like Gasol If you don't want beef milk the cow cowboy Yeah, and tell them snitches I'm rat poison, pussy motherfucker And all I do is skate and smoke and rap and fuck Skate and smoke and rap But all I do is skate and smoke and rap and fuck Skate and smoke and rap Now let me see ya kickflip, kickflip, kickflip, kickflip, kickflip, kickflip I got your bitch dick whipped, dick whipped, dick whipped, dick whipped, dick whipped, dick whipped5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Told y'all, I told y'all, I told y'all, I told y'all (Hahahahaha!) I told y’all, I tote a tool Bullet in the Glock and blow that— (Young Money!) I told y’all, I tote a tool Bullet in the Glock and blow that— (Young Money!) I told y’all, I tote a tool Bullet in the Glock and blow that— T—Told y’all, I tote a tool (Young Mula, baby) Bullet in the Glock and blow that— I told y’all, I tote a tool (Uh-huh)

Bullet in the Glock and blow that— (Uh-huh) I told y’all, I tote a tool (Uh-huh) Bullet in the Glock and blow that— (Uh-huh) I told y’all, I tote a tool (Uh-huh, I usually don't do this!) Bullet in the Glock and blow that— (Uh-huh) T—Told y’all, I tote a tool (Uh-huh) Bullet in the Glock and blow that— But we gon' keep the party going! I—I—I—I—I—I wake a nigga up in his bed when he sleep Tie the nigga up from his head to his feet Then I light the nigga up from his head to his feet Put his body in the water and his head on the beach Light another blunt 'cause it save me the grief I don't give a fuck, I was made for the beef I don't give a fuck, I'm straight from the streets But I'm crooked as a bitch, bitch, wave to the thief Lie to the bad guy, "Hi" to the good dope Ride with the bad guy, try and you get smoked Lie and you get smoked, lie for a nigga, though Try for a nigga, though, die for a nigga, though Why would a nigga go to New Orleans? This is Katrinaland The President flew over, and he ain't even land We ain't even mad, we ain't even playing It's duct-tape season in my region And you ain't leaving until we eating And I want my piece and I want my peeps to get their piece And they want their peeps to get their piece And until then, tell you peeps, "No peace" I'm a beast and I feast every beat I seek And I freak every mix CD I leak I need to be at the T-O-P O-F H-I-P-H-O-P And I'm I-N D-A C-U-T W-I-T-H them Uzis Who, me? Yes, me, call me Weezy West, B 'Cause I'm wilder than the motherfucking Wild West be I'm so ready—are you ready for me? I'm Young Money, Young Mula, baby Break in a nigga car at the light Put the gun to his head, make him park on the right, and Then I tell him, "Don't talk," make him get out and walk And then, I tell my goons, "Get right in" When you fucking with a nigga like me No homo, but you're fucking with a rider But they no heard me, when I tried to... Told y'all, I—, told y'all, I— Told y'all, I—, told y'all, I— Told y'all, I—, told y'all, I— Told y'all, I tote a tool Bullet in the Glock and blow that— (Ugh!) Fuck another motherfucker and them other motherfuckers 'Cause can't no motherfucker fuck with a nigga If you fuck with Lil' Tune I’ma let my goons just follow your ass like Twitter, nigga We can do what you want, I don't care Anyhow, anywhere, anytime, I swear At sun-up on a nigga, I will run up on a nigga Put the gun up on a nigga; now, I'm one-up on a nigga Yeah, I will run the clock behind the guap And if my leg broke, I will hop; bitch, I will hustle 'til I drop Bitch, I will throw you from the top of the world I got myself a Boston girl She my gypsy, I'm her genie, ride my magic carpet, girl Flow so sick, you cough and hurl, I'm so twisted, I walk in swirls I'm so lifted, I walk on clouds Please, please, please, don't shoot me down Fucking right, I put it down, buy it white, then cook it brown This is how "great-looking" sound; K.Y. bring the hook around Told y'all, I—, told y'all, I— Told y'all, I—, told y'all, I— Told y'all, I—, told y'all, I— Told y'all, I tote a tool Bullet in the Glock and blow that— (Ugh!) Hollygrove U.S.A., parlez-vous Français? Hot as picante, I am a zombie What more can I say? 'Cause after all, I... Told y'all, I told y'all, I told y'all, I told y'all I told y'all, I tote it Put the bullet in the Glock and blow that bitch If you know like I know, you'd put money way before that bitch Everyone got they hand out So I drop my drawers, let them hold that dick I’ma roll that stick, and I’ma roll it thick And I know I'm colder when it's cold as brick And I ain't that old, I'm just twenty-six All in your mouth like I'm a dentist, bitch Fuck you and your interests, bitch We on some shoot-the-interest shit Better find the exit boy, my Nina is so sexy boy And she feeling desperate boy, don’t make her molest you, boy Pressure, pressure, boy; what would make you test the boy? I'm great with no effort, boy, your face will get severed, boy I'm breaking your level, boy, I'm taking your medal, boy

Weezy F. Baby and the "F" is for forever, boy!6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Young Young Young, Young, Young Young Young, Young Mula, baby! Hey! Hey! For the grown and sexy, say yeah Yeah Hahaha! Shawty let your hair down, I'ma let the top down We can ride around town, turn this bitch to our town We can do it real big, bigger than you've ever done it Everything you ever wanted, I can spend whatever on it Baby, I'm a d-boy, you see my duffle bag I don't see her panty line where her stomach at She don't wear drawers, she like her pussy bald And she don't like pets, but she cool with my dog And she cook a nigga steak, she fix a nigga plate She rub a nigga back like I'm in the NBA And she know I'm in the game, but she know I don't play She know just what to do to make me say I'm gon' stay But she know I gotta work, and she know I got work She pack my socks, boxers, and t-shirt She know I gotta work, and she know I got work She pack my socks, boxers, and t-shirt Thats my motherfucking nigga (Hey!) Yeah, that's my nigga (Hey!) That's my nigga (Hey!) Girl, you my nigga You my motherfucking dog (You my dog) Girl, you my dog (You my dog) You are my cutie, my beauty And I am a motherfucking beast (I'm a beast) Yes, I'm a beast (Yes, I'm a beast) Yes, I'm a beast (I'm a beast) Yes, I'm a beast Now, girl, go'n do it for the boy (Do it!) Do, do it for the boy (Do it!) Just do it for the boy Do, do it for the boy Baby, you a beast; baby, you a dog So if I call you my bitch, please don't take it wrong And man, I miss my dawgs, so you know I ain't takin' long I love it when you scream that, "I can't take it, it's too long" See, my baby hold me down, she never hold me down Yeah that's my Bonnie, better hold that nigga down "Babe, shoot that nigga up," then we go home and fuck That's my dog, she like it rough, that's my dog, ruff-ruff And she know I gotta work and she know I got work But she buy my drink, my pills, and my purp And she know I gotta work, she know i got work And she buy my drinks, my pills, and my purp That's my motherfucking nigga (Hey!) Yeah, that's my nigga (Hey!) That's my nigga (Hey!) Girl, you my nigga, you my motherfucking dog (You my dog) Girl, you my dog (You my dog) You are my cutie, my beauty And I am a motherfucking beast Yes, I'm a beast Yes, I'm a beast Yes, I'm a beast Now, girl, go'n do it for the boy Do, do it for the boy Just do it for the boy Do, do it for the boy (Hahaha) It go "long hair, don't care" I put it there, right there, sweat there, tight there I kiss there, bite there, oh yeah, Ike, yeah I go there, I don't care, we can do whatever you like I know you like that, you love that From the front door on the living room floor from the back And she... love to throw that ass back She get on top and roll, she make my eyes roll back like Baby, the way you ride me, I'll ride for you Give me more brain than a zombie, I'll die for you Then I die, then come back alive for you I'll survive for you, I'm down for you You my dog Long hair, don't care

I put it there, right there, shit, yeah, fuck, yeah Spit, yeah, suck there, it's there, what's there? Cum there, cum where? And you can cum wherever you like, haha Haha And you can cum wherever you like Wherever you like, hehehe Shawty let ya hair down, I'ma let the top down We can ride around town, turn this bitch to our town We can do it real big, ... than you've ever done it I can spend whatever on it! Baby, I'm a d-boy, you see my duffle bag I see no panty line where her stomach at 'Cause she don't wear drawers, she like her pussy bald But she don't like pets, but she cool with my dog And she cook a nigga steak, she fix a nigga plate She rub a nigga back like I'm in the NBA And she know I'm down to game, but she know I don't play She know just what to do to make me say I'm gon' stay But she know I gotta work, she know I got work But she buy my socks, boxers, and t-shirt Said she know I gotta work, she know I got work She buy my drink, my pills, and my purp That's my motherfucking nigga (Hey!) Yeah, that's my nigga (Hey!) That's my nigga (Ayy) Girl, you my nigga, you my motherfucking dog Girl, you my dog You are my cutie, my beauty (My dog) And I am a motherfuckin' beast (I'm a beast) Yes, I'm a beast (Beast) Yes, I'm a beast (I'm a beast) Yes, I'm a beast (I'm a beast) Now, girl, go'n do it for the boy Do, do it for the boy (Yeah) Just do it for the boy (Do it for the boy!) Do, do it for the boy (Hey!) That's my motherfucking nigga (Hey!) Yeah, that's my nigga (Hey!) That's my nigga (Hahaha, ayy) Yeah, you my nigga, you my motherfucking dog (You my dog) Girl, you my dog (You my dog) You are my cutie, my beauty And I am a motherfucking beast (I'm a beast) Yes, I'm a beast (Yes I'm a beast) Yes, I'm a beast (I'm a beast) Yes, I'm a beast Now girl, gon' do it for the boy (Do it, do it) Do, do it for the boy (Do it, do it) Just do it for the boy (Do it, do it) Do, do it for the boy Ayyyyy, yeah You my nigga Young Mula, baby! Girl, you my dog (Hahaha) Girl, you my dog (Young, Young, Young, Young, Young) And I'm like, man, I miss my dog (Young) Man, I miss my dog (Young) Man, I miss my dog (Young, Young, Young, Young) Man, I miss my motherfucking nigga (Keke, where you at?) You my nigga 'Cause you my nigga (Keke, where you at?) Girl, you my nigga (Ayy!) You my motherfucking dog Girl, you my dog You are my cutie, my beauty And I am a motherfucking beast Yes, I'm a beast Yes, I'm a beast Now, girl go'n do it for the boy, just do it for the boy Just do it for the boy, do, do it, do, do it Just do it for the boy, girl, do it for the boy Just do it A bitch is a female dog, and they say a dog is a man's best friend HOLLA! Haha!4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yeah, I really don't wear shades when I do my verses But uh, sometimes I don't want to see my words This for you, Six shit Yeah, hello? (Free 6LACK) Brrr, Hello? Fuck it, fuck it, yeah, yeah, yeah... (Mafia Family, that is) Dedication 6

(Free C5!) Roses are red, our eyes are too, yeah The pillows, the bed, the light bulbs too, Suwu The scarf on my head and her drawers too None of this shit she heard before My lies all new, true I cross my heart, I won't cross you, damn Ride me so good I need horse shoes, ohh Eat that shit out like some soul food, yeah Cut the shit down, you'll hear old Tune, brrp She come to my house and I got drugs layin' 'round So easy to pick up, and they so hard to put down Gift and a curse And she don't mind fuckin' with girls As long as Tiffany's first Hello, fuck it That's my little baby, that's my little baby She get a little brazy, but she still wavy (Suwu) That's my little baby, that's my little baby She get a little faded, but she still savin' (Fuck you) Roses are red, our eyeballs too We go from the sofa, to floor, to the bed, these nice walls too Roses are red, our skin tone too, yeah Let's go off to space, the way stars do, (Pewm) We gone, it's all in our heads, and our hearts too, (Vroom) I'm gone, she waitin' in bed for that part two, (Skrt) I'm back, and we argue all mornin', fuck all noon, (Err-Ehh) That's what the bed and the walls do Hel-Hello? She come to my house and I got guns layin' 'round But, she treat each one of them like it's her own child Gift and the curse And she don't mind fuckin' with girls as long as Tiffany's first Hello, fuck it (Suwu) Roses are red and my stones too The roses are dead and my phone too Damn, I'm changin' her life, her ringtone too Cut that shit down, you'll hear old Tune That's my little baby, that's my little baby She-she get a little brazy, but your bitch basic That's my little baby, that's my little baby She said, "Fuck that nigga, Baby, I'm your real baby." (Fuck it) That's my little baby, that's my little baby She get a little faded, but she steal safely3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Santana I see you, haha Citas's son! Mama please don't be mad at me for this one But I gotta tell my story... I had to do it Check, my name is Weezy baby Please say the baby If you're not, don't say it at all This is my story Well, the A is for Ashley, she always ask for me To take it out her pussy, put it right in her ass And the B is for Brittany, she right in the class She be hating on Ashley, 'cause she tight in the ass The C is for Christina want me to big screen her The way she dick Kiss should be a misdemeanor So if you seen her, I been searchin but can't find her Ever since I been with Diamond with Diamonds in her vagiña And the E is for ever-elegant Erika Sweet red bitch, we used to call her Miss America I ain't gon' lie, now, Erika is a dog And to them Magnolia niggas, she done fucked 'em all, Slim! Speaking of Slim, the F is for Fat A real skinny ho so you know why they call her that And the G for Gabrielle, you can call her Gabby But all my homeboys seem to call her "Nasty," man! These are my bitches, my Alpha Bitches These are my bitches, my Alphabet Bitches These are my bitches, my Alpha Bitches These are my bitches, my Alphabet Bitches (Geah!) I get bitches (say what), I get bitches (say who) I get bitches (say huh), I get bitches You got (oh), you got (oh) You got (oh), you got-oh! H is for my H-town homegirl Heather Head, haze, purple, pussy, pills, forever My mami's dedicated, aww, yeah She neva tell me n"o," the most she say is "Not here" And then, uh, I is for Isis, mami a Pisces She fuck rappers for free, but hit them actors with prices They always pay 'cause her body the nicest But I hit that everyday, back when I had the wife-ahhhhh

J for Joanessa, kinda sexy with light eyes She didn't make the band but she still doing quite fine The K for Kia, I hate that bitch Because she super fucking fine but she can't take that dick And then the L is for LaKia, that's Kia's twin Night and day, every time we fuck, I fall right in And the M is for Maria, María, Mariá She hangs out with NeCole whose fucking Olivia, well! These are my bitches, my Alpha Bitches (Geah!) These are my bitches, my Alphabet Bitches (Geah!) These are my bitches, my Alpha Bitches (Geah!) These are my bitches, my Alphabet Bitches (Geah!) I get bitches (say what), I get bitches (say who) I get bitches (say huh), I get bitches You got (oh), you got (oh) You got (oh), you got, oh! P for Paulina she go all night If I don't fuck her once a week, she pro'ly go on strike And the Q is for Queen 'cause she is my Queen No, she can't ride it like Renata, but her body is mean And the S is for Shayna, a sucker in bed She take advantage of the fact that I'm a sucker for head And the T is for Tara, too much mascara Tone down on the blush, like you tryna scare us U for Ursula, she with Vicky They both come over and work out with me The W for Wanda, she kinda remind ya Of that game Street Fighter, hands like E. Honda The Y for Yvette, she get wetter than most She always tryna get high, but I just let her get low And last, but not least, the Z goes to Zara She get high off zinfandel and masturbate to The Carter Yeah! These are my bitches, my Alpha Bitches (Geah!) These are my bitches, my Alphabet Bitches (Geah!) These are my bitches, my Alpha Bitches (Geah!) These are my bitches, my Alphabet Bitches I get bitches (say what), I get bitches (say who) I get bitches (say hanh), I get bitches (OH!) You got (oh), you got (oh), you got (oh), you got oh! Ah!6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Cool N Dre, this is It's so simple that it's complicated (Complicated), uh You think about mistakes, that's when you made 'em (When you made 'em), yeah The water's runnin', baby, I ain't chasin' (I ain't chasin') 'Cause only in still water we can see our faces (See our faces) Real shit, I told my nigga "Boy, you better watch them hoes when you sleepin' Nigga, them dog-ass hoes be creepin'" I got a few Ms put up for safe keepin' Long hair, don't care like I was raised in a teepee Nigga, gun hurt, Nina said she 'bout to go streakin' Niggas 'bout to go to missin', niggas 'bout to go to deacons Niggas 'bout to get high as airmen from Tuskegee Niggas blind to the fact 'cause they don't wan' see me Niggas don't want talk, niggas don't want reason Niggas don't want peace, niggas don't know the meanin' Nigga said, "You're a bitch, nigga," bitch European Nigga, we Herculean, nigga, skate, surf, or skiin' Nigga really overseeing, y'all niggas sight seein' Tomorrow is what a nigga ain't guaranteein' New Orleans had a sheriff by the name of Harry Lee And when he died, niggas shouted out, "Tha-thank you, Jesus" Cruising down the street and I ain't Caribbean Ain't terrified and I ain't never been Sippin' H-Town, lookin' like Jeremy Lin I'm movin' slower than a fuckin' Maryland terrapin I ain't got time, patience very thin I will fuck a nigga bride on the day she marry him I'm a bad Samaritan, I'm a black American Got white like a fuckin' Aryan, and I don't need no pot to piss in, I just need a pot to whip it I don't need no fuckin' help, I don't need no Scottie Pippen I don't need a lot of niggas, I just need a chopper, nigga Graveyard or penitentiary, I keep runnin' out of niggas I ain't runnin' out on niggas, no Now beam me up Scotty You gon' find your mommy chopped up in a tub With "Stop snitchin'" written on a note by her body I picked up your ho and she wore something tiny I wore something simple, she like that about me My dope from the '90s, my dope ain't consignment My coke ain't that diet, I hope you a client These hoes be relying, these niggas be lying These niggas who snitchin' we throw to the lions Ain't no testifyin', you know desert's quiet So scream until you give your throat laryngitis, we so terrorizin'

You cuddle too much, you choose hoes to confide in I know where you hide and that ho verified it I told my homie, "I know where to find him" He said, "You late, we already got him And by the way, it was an honor" That made my day, made me so proud I bought my bitch some shit from her favorite designer And a Chihuahua What's the occasion? Don't worry about it I don't fuck with snakes except Kobe, the Mamba Might cut off my hair 'cause these hoes is Delilah's Let me check my wallet, my pulse and my vitals Call me the greatest or call me retired It's up in the air like carbon monoxide Bitch, we in the buildin', we started from outside My dick is my third eye and she call it cockeyed My bath tub lift up, my walls do a 360 She get so wet, it can be sea sickening Niggas expect some sort of leniency I'm in high def, but why are you screening me? I'm Weezy F you, with a sick dick Hop on my skateboard, do a quick trick Playin' my role, even with a thick script Waitin' on a revolution, hope I get a big tip Smoking on Cee-Lo Green, lighting up a big gift Every bud get nipped, life is so vibrant and the suns just trip Anything can happen, put the whats with the ifs But what's with the ifs? Just pass that weed like flyin' colors Light green, teal, turquoise, purple When I'm in a room, if these walls could talk I'm sure they'd prefer to be non-verbal Papa was a rolling stone, worthless Mama said I wasn't on purpose That's why I got a ice box where My heart used to be in this cold world I'm a monster, a cold blooded monster I'm colder than fuckin' Moscow, kilos, ounces, GRAMMYs, Oscars Knock you off your fuckin' high horse Like a cold-blooded jouster, fightin' for my life Praying to the ringside announcer It's so simple that it's complicated (Complicated), yeah You think about mistakes, that's when you made 'em (When you made 'em), yeah The water's runnin', baby, I ain't chasin' (I ain't chasin') 'Cause only in still water's when we see our faces (See our faces) Real shit, tell 'em I don't need no pot to piss in, I just need a pot to whip it I don't need no fuckin' help, I don't need no Scottie Pippen I don't need a lot of niggas, I just need that chopper with me Graveyard or penitentiary, I keep runnin' out of niggas I ain't runnin' out on niggas, no I ain't runnin' out on niggas, no I don't need a lot of niggas, I just need a chopper with me Graveyard or penitentiary, I keep runnin' out of niggas I ain't runnin' out on niggas, no Now beam me up Scotty (Now beam me up Scotty)12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (Chill Stump on the beat) Ooh, I got a plus sized model But she my lil' mama I make her bust it open for me like a piñata And as the world turned, she was my spin doctor 'Cause when I was down, you all got lost on me like Bin Laden I know that times changed, I don't think I've changed I changed my mind a bunch of times, but that's just mind games Baby, stop playin' with me Do I look like I'm playin' with you? I was runnin' from myself, and that's just who I ran into Closed my eyes last night and had a dream I was dyin' When I woke up, I was surprised, and I hate surprises I hate to love, they love to hate, but when it's all synchronizin' It feel just like the flames have died up in this cold state of mind Promethazine tranquilizers as I say my goodbyes Paid them no mind, and as I wait for my receipt I just got my face tatted and it felt orgasming I got on a straightjacket, then it must be fashion week I just look like this, ho, don't be comparin' me Shit is so embarrassing, low-key flattering They'd rather battle royale, way before they battle me Long live my skateboard and rest in peace to Adam Z Motherfucker, stop playin' with me Stop playin' with me, bitch, stop playin' with me Stop playin' with me, bitch, it's been a long time For a long time Time sure flies but it's on a long flight No I don't need air time 'cause I got hang time You think it's play time? Well bitch, it's game time And you gon' stop playin' with me Stop playin' with me, bitch, stop playin' with me Ooh, I've been feelin' like a killer since the diapers

I've been feelin' like a hitter since the minors Sticky icky like a itsy bitsy spider They say to be or not to be, bitch, I'm indecisive I'm in the buildin' like the interior designer You in your feelings like a bitch when she get her cycle Ain't that a bitch, ain't that a bitch? I'm yellin', "Please don't wife her" Dwayne Carter, niggas wanna be the DC sniper Well, fuck it, I'm thuggin' on the low, I'm ballin' on the high I'm fuckin' on the floor, she can crawl but can't hide I'm Bloodin' with my bros, goin' hard with my slimes It ain't nothin' to a GOAT but the roar of a lion Jungle book, ho, it's another book show No car keys needed, button push, go We gon' ghost ride in the whip, then she believe in ghosts I'ma snowplow on that bitch until she freezin' cold She gon' slope style on the dick until she eat the snow Put my foot down in this bitch, these niggas twinkle toes Nigga, sit down, you a bitch, I heard your seat unfold Way up in the nosebleeds, hold your head back, squeeze your nose Nigga, stop playin' with me Stop playing with me It's been a long time, a long time Long, long time since she loved me long time Told her stop playin' with me Stop playin' with me No, I don't need air time 'cause I got hang time You think it's play time? Well then it's game time You gon' stop playin' with me Stop playin' with me, bitch, stop playin' with me Stop playin' with me, bitch Yes, I've been on time, for a long time And time sure flies, but it's on a long flight And you gon' stop playin' with me, yeah3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> *Pfff...* Now, this is what they've been waiting for Yeah, yessir Ya dig? Ya dig? Santana! Weezy F! Ayy! Haha! Ayy, Wayne What up, man? What you been working on, nigga? Oh, you know I got Curren$y new album And quietly working on my album, ya dig? Oh, I'm ready to brush my shoulders off and drop my next album too, nigga That's what it is! But dig this Hmm? They wanna know what we been working on together Yeah, yeah That's that "I Can't Feel My Face Shit," they know that there Yeah, you know They know what it is So if they ever thought the South and the North was gonna collide That's what they thinking! Guess what?We already did Already Go! I'm feeling like a Black Republican, naw, I can't call it More like a Black Democrat runnin' 'em out of office (Get out) Young Barack-a Obama, I'm all for it The Rock of Gibraltar has now fallen on you I protect my land like a farmer Pockets stay chubby like Toccara (Yup), huh Or should I say fat like the Parkers Tote big guns like I'm still playing Contra (Ha) Y'all washed up like money that's laundered (Yeah) Y'all funny, I'm bonkers Honest, girls strapped to my dick like a harness Rock star, I'm flyer than an ostrich (Ha) And I cover east, west, north, south like a compass I shall shine forever, never tarnish (Never) Money buried behind my house like a garden (What?) All green, my bank account's like a forest I Can't Feel My Face is gettin' started (Yeah) And Weezy is my accomplice (Ya dig?) A black activist like Sonny Carson Stripes of a sergeant, salute me And chicks, I get 'em high, higher than turbulences White Phantom, lookin' so Fergalicious (Haha) I'm from the city of big drugs and murder victims It's get rich, go to jail, or be a murder victim Ayy! Now all y'all listen If you can't take the heat, get out the kitchen I feel like a Black Republican, tote the MAC in the public AndAct so southern n' die for my brethren Money, money-money, like Money Mackin' Publishing One life to live, never ask for a mulligan Streets cold but the heat make me feel covenant Been had cake, you late like Ed Sullivan

Fly like an eagle, but no, I'm not Donovan Boy, you better go eat some soup with your mama 'nem And my mind is on another continent I am real Cash Money, no counterfeit I don't parking-lot pimp, I just politick But I get all in her mouth like Polident New Orleans representer to the inner Come from the city where the glitter don't glimmer The sun don't shine, and the guns don't sleep Wake a nigga ass up like he got somewhere to be Ya dig? Ayy! And we wanna let the world know This is not a diss song either, people Uh-uh, uh-uh We don't diss them, we dismiss them Ya dig? Haha Recognize or step aside Yeah! Ya dig? Hahaha We let the music talk Drought 3! Hahaha And by the way What? It's Santana It's Weezy! I'm back Yeah You dudes gotta stand in the mirror backwards cause you can't face yourself Assholes DipSet for life Cash Money Cash Money, what up! Young Money, Skull Gang Mill!13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Leggo, Ok Bitch I’m me, American Gangster Weezy F. Baby, born in a manger Trouble is my friend, I ain’t foreign to danger Clip full of wings, turn you boys into angels Shoot you in your halo, shoot you like Halo New Orleans a-hole; frio, fuego All about my bread like bagels, they know I’m raw like Quaaludes Bal' like gay hoes Weed so strong it’s like I twist tornadoes Spit like nines, four-fifths, and three-eight-0s Niggas want problems, well I am problematic It’s back to picking cotton, cause you niggas cotton candy I’m a Eastside Damu Deep water Shamu Shoot you from your head to your shoulders, shampoo Kush in the bamboo Pussy in the bedroom Pass that bitch down like an heirloom Tunechi Hold up, hold up Wait a minute Hold up, hold up Man, we hustle 'til night fall Party 'til sunlight Guns in the boxers Don’t make this a gun fight Fuck them other niggas I fuck them niggas bitches Benadryl shit Trigger finger itching And we hustle 'til night fall Party 'til sunlight Guns in the boxers Don’t make this a gun fight Fuck them other niggas I fuck them niggas bitches Benadryl shit Trigger finger itching Hold up Hold up Wait a minute Hold up Hold up Maan, bitch I’m Streets, I rep that East Gimme the beef, I’ll put the beef in the grease Kush in the sweets, your bitch in the sheets I fucked that bitch: mission complete Real nigga talk, gangsta conversation I’m a real nigga, don’t fuck with imitations Young Money nigga, ain’t no limitations I don’t play games, niggas simulation Which one of y’all niggas say you bout it It’s a fucked up world T-Streets take you out it That’s word to the Glock

Glock in the sock Loose lips sink ships, better stop at the dock Hol' up Married to the money, you welcome to the reception And she came with problems; fuck it, that’s my stepsons Sleeping in the Maybach, wake me when the jet come And I keep the toast, turn your ass to bread crumbs, uh Based on a true story I got a million flows, they ain’t even two stories Sleeping on the edge, I hope I don’t toss and turn Shoot down the early bird, and that’s how I get the worm Yeah, Real Nigga University Alumni Just checked my watch, and that bitch said sometimes She say when I’m in her, it feel like I’m soul-searching And they say money talks, well it’s my spokesperson, uh Grab a star from the sunroof I fuck her in her dreams, and make her come true Yeah, Young Money and the power Send my B's at you, like a motherfucking flower Hold Up Hold up Hold up Wait a minute Hold up Hold up Man, we hustle 'til night fall Party 'til sunlight Guns in the boxers Don’t make this a gun fight Fuck them other niggas I fuck them niggas bitches Benadryl shit Trigger finger itching And we hustle 'til night fall Party 'til sunlight Guns in the boxers Don’t make this a gun fight Fuck them other niggas I fuck them niggas bitches Benadryl shit Trigger finger itching Hold up Hold up Wait a minute Hold up Hold up2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> A YMGM Collaboration Young Money, Generation M Get with it! Squad poppin' like the Pentagon Squad poppin' like the renaissance Squad poppin' like the Thriller song And you pussy ass niggas thrill is gone My squad lit like a strobe light Squad lit on a slow night Squad ain't got no type Cinderella, Pocahontas, Snow White My squad poppin', my bitch shoppin' My niggas thuggin', my bitch robbin' I'm inside cuddlin' with the chopper Workin' on the stove, like a novel Diggin' in my pockets, tryna find the bottom Codeine got the drink all soggy And your queen got my dick hard body There's a stick up in my drawers, armed robbery My squad poppin' like the white house Squad never need time out Squad way up on the ninth cloud Way up here we got iCloud My squad lit like a strobe light Every night, any night, all night 6 hoes and they all dykes And all they need is one mic My new attic full of dead bodies Old attic full of dead bodies Bedroom full of red bodies I got your main bitch headlinin' She cry to me, said "You're no fair" Cried to me, said "You're low fare" Dry pussy with no hair So we showered together and the soap fell Then I ask her how the dope feel I don't care how the ho feel I kick her ass out the dope house And she can ask her ass how the door feel Squad pop like the Pentagon Thot talk like Jenny Jones Smokin' loud like an intercom I'ma keep it summer all winter long Squad lit like the sunlight You gon' have to squint or use one eye No Mike Tyson, this a gun fight

Had to hide my guns 'cause they gun-shy Squad pop like the Pentagon Had to put a few killers on If you don't want no static You gon' have to put some antennas on Wait, drop-top with the titties on Bitch bounce like a tennis ball Pussies hatin' like menopause Its a jungle out there, Senegal Wait, drop-top with the tinteds on It get ugly when I'm pretty stoned Fat pockets with the skinnies on I'm dead right, but I'm livin' wrong No red lights, my limits gone My meds right, I'm Trippy Jones My wave right like Billabong My diamonds dance like Diddy Combs Her headlights, I turn 'em on She wanna go to Mars, that journey long I'm gon' fuck her hard 'til her sternum gone My diamonds sing, she learn the songs I woke up, like this ho I'm burnin' pot like Crisco She a Crip ho but she a nympho And we color blind, and you know love is blind In each other's eyes, we butterflies Rock and roll like Hummer tires I don't even got to be her number 1 I'm her number 6 and she my number 9 Get it? All these drugs scientific All these boys science fiction Softer than a flying ribbon Walkin' all 9 innings Talkin' shit while I'm shittin' Defecation expensive Destination exquisite Dedication 6th senses I'm the shit up in the restroom Guess who up in my guest room Smack her ass, leave a flesh wound Weezy F. Baby, test tube The Martian get high as Neptunes I fuck your bitch, how is that news? And you ain't shit to a raccoon I go ape-shit on these baboons The diamonds still doin' dance moves The money still makin' fast moves 6 feet or 3 pair of shoes You still underground where the grass grew Headshot, that's a hairdo Blood drop like shampoo Young Vidal Sassoon Oh well, no Shamu She clap her ass and the lamp blew We catch your ass gettin' fast food It happen fast, then we vamoose Rat-a-tat-ta-ta-tat, poof I go Apple Jack to the Froot Loop I got milk, sauce, and the Ragu From the body on the side walk I chucked to the chalk in this kids classroom Six shit Craziest shit Drake ever bought me as a gift was um probably some, some jewelry or something like Drake buy real extravagant gifts like so, I don't, you know, forgive me for saying I don't remember but it's like the gift be so extravagant meaning like I probably use it every day so when you use something everyday you totally forget who got that shit for you,I 'm sorry you just do. and so he get you those type of gifts when I say extravagant I mean like uh the house I probably live in was probably bought by Drake you know what I mean shit like that3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Look, look, look A young nigga screamin fuck the world and let 'em die Behind tints, tryna' duck the world and smokin ride Got my bandanna 'round my head and pants to my feet And got my eyes fire red and Glock on my seat I'm tryna' stay under intoxication Cause I lost my father, and got a daughter, plus I'm on probation I'm drinkin liquor like it's water, gettin pissy drunk And stayin away from them lil' broads they tryna get me stomped keep a chopper in the trunk and my heat on my waistline Duckin the law, cause I ain't tryna' do no Fed time Sometimes I just wish I could be away But I gotta take care of Ginae and keep Ms. Cita straight So I just maintain the struggle and I keep tryin But how can I when my closest people keep dyin' I ain't lyin that the law tryna' bust my clique But I scream fuck the world man, I'm too young for this Look, I don't curse, but in this verse man fuck the world I lost my father to a gun and made a little girl And I'm still thuggin' wit' my niggas tryna' keep it real And I'm still doin' for my mother and I'm payin' bills Look, I don't curse, but in this verse man fuck the world I lost my father to a gun and made a little girl And I'm still thuggin' wit' my niggas tryna' keep it real And I'm still doin' for my mother and I'm payin' bills Give me a cigarette, my nerves bad The Feds said they heard that I know where them birds at And my old lady say she saw me with anotha brizzah

And some a the boys shot up my block so now I gotta kill 'em And teachers keep tellin' my momma that I'm gettin' worse And now she trippin talkin 'bout I need to be in church And my lil' girl whole family tryna lie in court Tryna' put me, a child, on child support And whole family deny me of what I do cause I'm a 'thug and stuff' Plus, my niggas keep fallin to them drugs and stuff That dope got these niggas meltin' away Man they got clowns right around me, killin' they self everyday We keep fightin' but they so strong I know it's hard but don't give up baby hold on Just keep ya fate, count blessings, and wodie keep ya trust And grab ya nuts and let 'em know that we don't give a fuck We don't give a fuck Look, I don't curse, but in this verse man fuck the world I lost my father to a gun and made a little girl And I'm still thuggin' wit' my niggas tryna' keep it real And I'm still doin' for my mother and I'm payin' bills Look, I don't curse, but in this verse man fuck the world I lost my father to a gun and made a little girl And I'm still thuggin' wit' my niggas tryna' keep it real And I'm still doin' for my mother and I'm payin' bills I mean the world just ain't gon' never change So I just keep my head up and my nuts, let 'em hang Dawg I swear it's very rough out here for the youngstas Like everybody against me cause I'm a young thug Dear Rabbit, why they have to kill Rabbit? But I'mma keep you alive, nigga, I'm Lil Rabbit That's why this lil' nigga be buggin like it's no tomorrow I only can depend on macita and C-M-R I try my best to make it through the night and live today But I'm upset so I'm steady wipin' tears away And police got me under surveillance when and wherever Wrecking they brains, tryna' figure where I'm gettin that cheddar I tell my family just leave me a-damn-lone I can handle all'a my business, this lil' man grown But I try to forget about it and just stand strong But if everythang was cool I wouldn't write this damn song Fuck the world Look, I don't curse, but in this verse man fuck the world I lost my father to a gun and made a little girl And I'm still thuggin' wit' my niggas tryna' keep it real And I'm still doin' for my mother and I'm payin' bills Look, I don't curse, but in this verse man fuck the world I lost my father to a gun and made a little girl And I'm still thuggin' wit' my niggas tryna' keep it real And I'm still doin' for my mother and I'm payin' bills Look, I don't curse, but in this verse man fuck the world I lost my father to a gun and made a little girl And I'm still thuggin' wit' my niggas tryna' keep it real And I'm still doin' for my mother and I'm payin' bills Look, I don't curse, but in this verse man fuck the world5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Fuck up some commas, let's fuck up some commas yeah Let's fuck up some commas, let's fuck up some commas yeah Forty thou to a hunned thou A hunned thou 'nother hunned thou Three hunned thou, five hunned thou A million, let's have a money shower Fuck up some commas, let's fuck up some commas yeah Let's fuck up some commas, let's fuck up some commas yeah Forty thou to a hunned thou A hunned thou 'nother hunned thou Three hunned thou, five hunned thou A million, let's have a money shower Fuck up some commas, Tunechi Let's fuck up the future, Future My homie just robbed an Uber I get a discount on cruises Ain't no more Cash Money, just money A nigga pull up if it's somethin' They don't call me Jr no more They call me the number 1 stunna Give no fuck shit, we don't give no fucks Put on my tux, here comes the bride in her all white cups Hundred million to a fuckin' billion All these broke niggas unfamiliar My bitch bad, I say, “Mama Mia" Pants sag like the young Aaliyah, Lil Tunechi Fuck up some commas, let's fuck up some commas yeah Let's fuck up some commas, let's fuck up some commas yeah Forty thou to a hunned thou A hunned thou 'nother hunned thou Three hunned thou, five hunned thou A million, let's have a money shower Fuck up some commas, let's fuck up some commas yeah Let's fuck up some commas, let's fuck up some commas yeah Forty thou to a hunned thou A hunned thou 'nother hunned thou Three hunned thou, five hunned thou

A million, let's have a money shower9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yeah I tried talk to 'em Quit talkin', I'ma hang you by your tongue, yeah Any motormouth could get hung high We don't fuck with niggas like fungi, we don't even hear ya Hollerin' bullshit, nigga, cut the diarrhea (Get 'em) Pistol lie inside of the armrest (Yeah), um, yes Lay a nigga down in his own mess (Yeah), don't mess Player fuck around with the homeless (Yeah), charmless You can leave out here armless, no homies (Go) Honest, you niggas is harmless I'm calm as a don is supposed to (Be), Cosa Nostra Don't ever approach him (Nah), don't get close to him (Uh-uh) Shootouts ain't nothin' but rock and roll to him (Damn) Leave your blood on the dash', call it rosewood (Ugh) 'Nother murder, 'nother page out the notebook It ain't nothing and don't make it if you no good I tried talk to 'em, but then a nigga had to Hit 'em up, hit 'em up I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, really I was tryna be calm But uh, that chopper rock, put his head in his arms And man, I tried talk to 'em, I tried talk to 'em Hit 'em up, hit 'em up I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, fuck it, make a nigga get loose He had too much talk and not enough proof I tried talk to 'em, I tried talk to 'em Hit 'em up, hit 'em up I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, hit 'em up I ain't even wanna hit 'em, but I hit 'em up I tried talk to 'em, I tried talk to 'em (Yo) Take them shoes off your teeth, stop runnin' your mouth No shoes, no feet, I'll run in your mouth (Huh) I'll come to your house, me and my goons Loadin' up bangers, ridin' under the moon (Yeah) Throwing up fingers, saying, "My side rule" (Yeah) If a nigga disagree, that's when my side prove (Get 'em), yeah That Maybach coupe a cockeyed fool And I'm in it like Bennett, ho, aren't I cool? But if the thermostat switch and that needle move (Uh-oh) Then the attitude switch and that heat'll move I got that Chiquita banana clip for the tool Meet a disaster, pity the fool Eat a catastrophe, swallow the truth Belch reality, how does it taste? Powder your face, you a bitch, nigga All pussy, stop comin' out your lips, nigga I tried talk to 'em, but then a nigga had to Hit 'em up, hit 'em up I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, really I was tryna be calm But uh, that chopper rock, put his head in his arms And man, I tried talk to 'em, I tried talk to 'em Hit 'em up, hit 'em up I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, fuck it, make a nigga get loose He had too much talk and not enough proof I tried talk to 'em, I tried talk to 'em Hit 'em up, hit 'em up I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, hit 'em up I ain't even wanna hit 'em, but I hit 'em up I tried talk to 'em, I tried talk to 'em Real talk, boy, chill with the talk, boy (Yeah) That Tommy gun'll tear your neighborhood apart, boy (Blatt) Yeah, leave your feelings in your heart, boy You start with the wrong boy, it end with a song, boy (Oh) With your friends to carry you along To a concrete mattress and a fluffy tombstone (Yeah) Fuck the discussion, I ain't into it, boy I just get to it, let's do it, rip through a boy (Bah) Big Uzi, just shoot a boy (Brr) I'm inside looking out, you just an intruder, boy (Get 'em) You need sutures on your smoochers, boy, but I tried talk to 'em, but then a nigga had to Hit 'em up, hit 'em up I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, really I was tryna be calm But uh, that chopper rock, put his head in his arms And man, I tried talk to 'em, I tried talk to 'em Hit 'em up, hit 'em up I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, fuck it, make a nigga get loose He had too much talk and not enough proof I tried talk to 'em, I tried talk to 'em Hit 'em up, hit 'em up I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, hit 'em up I ain't even wanna hit 'em, but I hit 'em up I tried talk to 'em, I tried talk to 'em26EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS>

Pi' 'til I die Just because! Pi' 'til I die Piru B's up Bitch, I'm me Young Money is the label, let us in the door Coming in this bitch, all red to the floor And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! I got Bloods on stage, Bloods at my shows Fuck with my Bloods, got blood on your clothes And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! Once again, it's on—yeah, I'm back in the booth Stand at the top like a tack in the roof Still on these hoes like a mack in a suit Still on my toes, not a crack in my shoe Rappers talking 'bout me, but I don't give a hoot These niggas still lying, I'm the motherfucking truth Talk tough 'til I knock off your kuf' And I own my team, I'm like a Maloof They hating on me, I'm just tryna be Weezy Just like Young Jeezy in a lima-bean 'Ghini Smoked out my mind, baby, now I'm seeing 3D Dopeboy fresh from my fitted to my DC's All red, so these hoes know who we be's (B's up) We be's Bloods—we B's Popeye flow, y'all niggas Sweet Peas Getting high on a yacht—call it "seaweed" Young Money is the label, let us in the door Coming in this bitch, all red to the floor And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! I got Bloods on stage, Bloods at my shows Fuck with my Bloods, got blood on your clothes And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! I advance my flow, and they must like that They like it so much, they say they write that Barking at the dog, but I don't bite back I ain't CPR, I ain't bringing they life back Black CBR, bad bitch on the bike back Skittles on my wrist, yeah, nigga, the bright pack I'ma shine, I live where the light at (You dig?) Air Force fly, call me a Nike check Brand-new coupe same color as the sky The dash say 2, y'all know I'm gon' try Cop pull me over, y'all know I'm gon' lie They go up in my trunk, y'all know I'm gon' fry Them niggas throwing salt all over my fries So I'ma just walk all over them guys Niggas throwing darts, never hit the bullseye Young Money, bitch, New Orleans, East Side Young Money is the label, let us in the door Coming in this bitch, all red to the floor And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! (Neck music) I got Bloods on stage, Bloods at my shows Fuck with my Bloods, got blood on your clothes And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! Been around the world, rep the same thing Been around the world, it's the same gang B's up, B's up, flame gang Blaat, b-blaat, blaaa-blaaat, bang-bang I told my homie Streets, "You can't sleep on life" So he popped a X pill and didn't sleep all night I ain't worrying 'bout you, I'm just trying do me Last album did two, I'm just trying do three I am what every pair of eyes ought to see Bitches wish they could just call and order me My Momma used to tell me "Get a nine-to-five" Cash Money made her say, "Never mind, I'm fine" (B's up!) Young Money is the label, let us in the door We coming in this bitch, all red to the floor And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! (Just because!) I got Bloods on stage, Bloods at my shows Fuck with my Bloods, got blood on your clothes And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! Piru, to Damu Soo-woo12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS>

DJ Khaled! Sometimes I laugh so hard that I cry 'Cause you just a joke now, that's brazy I took a nap and you took your things And I heard the doorknob, that's brazy I told you don't trip, got your number blocked And I done went ghost town, that's brazy Where all the bitches is at that say That they don't be doing all this and all that? She tired of sleeping with bums I can't even blame her for wantin' to eat cat I been waking up in her ribs Sometimes she tell me that loosen her back, damn Please don't sing that nigga's song If you do then we can't even kiss after that, yeah Anytime I pull out that gat on them boys They must think I'm finna relapse, damn, ayy .40 cal sit on my lap, wait, don't try to give me no dap Keep some distance between us, we COVID-19ers We ain't with that sociable crap, wait I seen some strippers get jacked, and ain't enough making it clap I know that you're with your friends going brazy, down bad 'Cause they keep asking where I'm at, damn babe Sometimes they ask and sometimes you lie But I bet they know now, they ain't brazy Sometimes it's facts and sometimes it's lies But they tell you scroll down, they shady But I ain't gon trip 'cause your number blocked And that shit is old now, and please say the "Baby," wait Where all these bitches be at Since you let them ruin all this and all that? Fuck it, now my new thing postin' stories about where we went I know you be spying all in my comments Moved out Miami and forgot bout the Lambi' Neighbors just called me, I said "You can have it" Cut that girl off but I don't do no braggin' It wasn't me man, it must've been Shaggy She left me for dead but wanna jump in my casket She runnin' red, I'm gone in a napkin My heart is still beatin' and a nigga still need it I'm back in love, look like I'm fallin' so deep And she pillow talk with herself, bitch you just dreamin' And shawty just text me some shit, I ain't read it And then I delete it I know that she at his crib going crazy, down bad 'Cause what we had didn't last, damn baby Sometimes I laugh so hard that I cry 'Cause you just a joke now, I'm brazy I took a nap and you took your things And I heard the doorknob, you brazy But I ain't gon trip, 'cause your number blocked And that shit is old now, and please say the "Baby," yeah I know that you at the crib going crazy, down bad Looking at the ceiling fans, No Ceilings, baby, 3 That's right, No Ceilings 3 One time for Belaire and Bumbu, let's go2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yea... Yea Yes Ima call this here... real rap Cause this rap is real... ya know? I hope you ain't too tired to cry And I hope you know you ain't never too live to die Listen I grew up where them people called them people on us Think we slangin, but we just got beepers on us Grindin' all day like we got sleep insomnia Livin' like the videos write a treatment on us Stuck in the hood like they put cement on us Ghetto birds still shittin on us, government still quittin' on us Lost a few homies and the grief still sittin on us So we got the names writtin on us White folks still spittin' on us And them bitch ass police canines, teeth still grittin' on us But we smoke, ashes still gettin' on us Older bitches still hittin' on us I remember well, Beezy roll the L Beezy ain't here... where's Beezy at?... Beezy got killed And that was my nigga, I go way back wit my nigga But I know thats how it happened my nigga Shit is much deeper than this rappin my nigga But now they all rappin, my niggas, so now I must make it happen So I'mma play the captain, sail boat flappin my nigga No fingas I'm snappin', happy for my nigga Lil' Tiggas

Cause even though we couldn't, The Lord saved him Last time we seen him was when Katrina hated Found his body like a month later, Rest in Peace boy He was a East boy, and so was Wesy West He was a good nigga, so I know he blessed And his daughter is a princess This shit is harder than a bench press But I'mma keep goin, and I swear I got a lump in my throat But I'mma keep on pumpin the flow So if I cry dont stop the beat I feel like my heart just stopped the beat My nigga Lil' Derrick is quick to cop a key Either that or load the gat and go pop a G And because of that he's just a name in a rhyme of mine I pray his family and his mama fine So much shit just sit on this mind of mine I think about it all the time I drink about it all the time I smoke back to back Cause if my thoughts got to me I'd be in this rap Or I'd be in the can, thank God I had dreams of being the man Yea And fuck a man with a badge Cause he ain't shit to a man on the edge The five o killed naughty good boy dead Man you woulda thought they killed corn bread Shot 'em up face down on the lawn Not to mention with his handcuffs on Not to mention they had plain clothes on And the complaint goes on But don't nobody do nothin' bout it The jailhouse and the morgue is too fuckin' crowded And haters at an all time high Everybody gotta hate, it's like a fuckin iPod Shit and they tried to burn my phantom up But I got my gun license, I got my hammers up I'm ready to shoot like a camera Stay still mothafucka I'mma have to write my will this summer Cause if they don't kill me, I'mma kill this summer Yea And you can put that on my late father Or my late grandmother, Ms. Mercedes Carter Or my grandfather Larry Bosock The old man hustle 'till his heart stopped And all I know 'bout my real pops is that he had money No bank account, that brown paper bag money Yea he might hit me off wit a little brag money But the nigga still wouldn't be a dad for me But look how I turned out I hope he glad for me But thats why when I see him I acts mad funny - Cause he's a joke to me Don't message, don't call, don't talk to me It's just me and my mama how it's suppose to be And I make sure she paid like she wrote for me And I know she gets all hope for me And I don't ever want to see her mope for me Hopefully, but truthfully there is a day that's due for me But we gone pray it's as far as the future sees You are listenin' to the future Wee-zy F. Baby Amen7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Shake that ass like a salt shaker Shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker Shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker Girl, take that cash from them ball players Yeah, let me see you make that pussy open-close For some Gucci open-toes and some OVOs I hit it like a bullet hole, leave that pussy swole You lookin' like a pot of gold on that silver pole Clap, encore, pussy lips drum roll Make the pearl tongue go rrrrrrrrrr Round of applause, make a round of applause Bounce for your boy, up and down, bungee cord One cheek at a time, girl, you asinine Left, right, right, left, girl, I can't decide Uh, bae just got off work, lemme pop a Perc' Garbage bag full of ones, don't know what she worth I'ma fuck her 'til she squirt, then she go to church Clap it like a choir Oh, yes, hoes Make that ass clap like a round of applause Make that ass clap like a round of applause Make that ass clap like a round of applause Shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker (Make that ass clap like a round of applause) Take, take that cash, hold up (Make that ass clap like a round of applause) Shake, shake that ass, hold up (Make that ass clap like a round of applause) Shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker She just got a fake ass, it be soft later Don't take that trash from them heart-breakers Take, take that cash (Jahlil beats, holla at me!) Hold up, shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker (Make that ass clap like a round of applause) Shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker (Make that ass clap like a round of applause) Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh (Make that ass clap like a round of applause)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Make that ass clap like a round of applause) Okay (Make that ass...) Wobble-di-wobble, lil' mama ass is colossal Give me head like a bobblehead, bobble-di-bobble And she gobble and gargle and swallow until I'm hollow She gon' do it for the culture, then go viral and viral (Woo) Viral and viral, ooh, viral and viral Pull that grande out my pants and grind it like Ariana Grind it like Ariana, grind it like marijuana I make her holla like a virgin Madonna, go soprano Call me Kurt Cocaine, wilin' like I'm Nirvana I eat it like a piranha, she got a tongue like iguana She wear her hair like E. Honda, a birthday suit for pajamas I'm only here 'til mañana, she say no habla España I say for sh-sure, make that shit go pa-pa-pa-pa like my pistol Bitch, go sicko on my pickle, my lollipop, my popsicle This YM, ho, and it been, ho, I been poppin' since my demo Shout out Pluto This that N.O., make that ass clap like some cymbals, ow Rrrrrrrrr Oh, yes, hoes Shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker (Make that ass clap like a round of applause) She just got a fake ass, it be soft later (Make that ass clap like a round of applause) Shake, shake that ass, hold up (Make that ass clap like a round of applause) Shake, shake that ass, hold up (Make that ass clap like a round of applause) Shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker (Make that ass clap like a round of applause) She just got a fake ass, it be soft later (Make that ass clap like a round of applause) Shake, shake that ass, hold up (Make that ass clap like a round of applause) Shake, shake that ass (Make that ass clap like a round of applause)5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Ladies and gentlemen, people with jobs, people without jobs Middle class, upper class, high class, all that Cats, snakes, chickens, ducks, elderly people, and twerkers I presents to you Fre— Fre— Fre— Fre— Fresh (DJ Mannie) Fre— Fre— Fresh (Mannie) Fre— Fre— Fresh (DJ Mannie) Fre— Fre— (Young ladies) Put your hands on your knees and bend your rump Put your back in, back out and do the hump Put your hands on your knees and bend your rump Put your back in, back out and do the hump (Well) I'm fly as a son of gun, son of a stunna, yeah High as a 757 going to Heaven, who? Weezy F., ya reverend, preach about me I'm the god, 1-7, Apple and E I'm the Cash Money Makaveli, y'all ain't ready Quick, fast like Tom Petty, y'all just petty '82, I was born ready, I'm too ready Y'all Betty Crocker baller blockers, I'm too heavy Meatball, Lamborghini, top spaghetti Seats Ragu, twenty the shoe Boo, me and you got plenty to do I don't need no pool, I'm swimming in you And I sleep with the sharks, shawty, on that water-water In the Bimmer 840, mama, shake something for me And it don't make sense if it don't make that money I'ma take that money, I'm straight Cash Money (Young ladies) Put your hands on your knees and bend your rump Put your back in, back out and do the hump Put your hands on your knees and bend your rump Put your back in, back out and do the hump A-wodie, a-wodettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map) A-wodie, a-wodettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map) A-wodie, a-wodettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map) A-wodie, a-wodettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map) I take off my brim Moment of silence for the homeboy Soulja Slim, yeah Fronting 'round here'll get your back chopped off We do our own thing, we don't act like y'all I say, black white walls with the back swiped off, ayy Y'all lil' bustas just a tax write-off I'm a stand up guy, not the type that fall We don't breed them kind, but they bleed just fine, yeah Weezy the Don, homie, read between the lines If ya can't, boy, read my nine I'm going hard in the paint like Diesel time Either I'm the illest cat doing it or these cats is losing it I'd be easy, fall back and be cool with it Pallbearer is moving his dead flow, I'm through with it I'm the shh— nah, nah, I'm sewer-rich Weezy F. Baby, I do's this (Young ladies) Put your hands on your knees and bend your rump Put your back in, back out and do the hump Put your hands on your knees and bend your rump

Put your back in, back out and do the hump A-wodie, a-wodettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map) A-wodie, a-wodettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map) A-wodie, a-wodettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map) A-wodie, a-wodettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map) A old school gangsta mack like the '80s I look like Cita and act like Baby, yeah You play with me, I react like the navy Or better yet the army, you gon' need them for me, yeah And your head is a bleeping target You don't want me to see you with my peeping Tommys Wizzle Fizzle, I keep in New Orleans Sleeping with women that sleep with the Hornets, yeah A country boy in something foreign 'Bout a hundred thousand more than what you're in You're not 'bout it, you freeze up like popsicles Pop up on bicycles, pop y'all like spot pimples, yeah Wizzle Fizzle, original Hot Bizzle Still Lil Wayne, but the dividend's not little, yeah Don't be surprised how the crown fit him Uh, get down, uh, get down for the young footprints (Young ladies) Put your hands on your knees and bend your rump Put your back in, back out and do the hump Put your hands on your knees and bend your rump Put your back in, back out and do the hump A-wodie, a-wodettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map) A-wodie, a-wodettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map) A-wodie, a-wodettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map) A-wodie, a-wodettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map) The best rapper alive since the best rapper retired The best rapper alive since the best rapper retired5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yeah, yeah It's kinda hard sayin' this shit to your face So I do it over snares and bass Music take me away (I got to hold on, hold on to my receipt) (Yeah, to redeem your love, that's exactly what I need) Yeah, yeah, yeah, c'mon Young bull I know you love me like you never loved You know you couldn't find a better thug And, uh You been peepin' me since I was younger So young that you even called me your little brother But I'm all grown up now, I got my own money I'm married and divorced and my daughter is a woman And guess what? My daughter want another Sister or brother, and you lookin' like a mother I took you from a clubber to a lover And you took another bitch husband, the other bitch wasn't Doin' shit for him She say she did too much, I say she did nothing She need to quit frontin' I haven't hid nothin' and you love everything Can't hide your feelings, won't let my pride conceal it You got Wayne, I charge it to the game And baby, you can keep the change, but (I got to hold on, hold on to my receipt) It's kinda hard sayin' this shit to your face So I do it over snares and bass Music take me away (I got to hold on, hold on to my receipt) It's kinda hard sayin' this shit to your face So I do it over snares and bass Music take me away Destiny Child CD, song number three She cater to me 'til we fall asleep Then we wake up and we pick up where we started Then she make a nigga breakfast, Sprite, orange juice, and water And she on stage waitin' for me after my show So no time for groupies, straight to the top floor, yeah Fresh out the shower, a smile and a towel Then after an hour, she gon' need another shower When I'm at home in my coupe or in the office Or the streets of the Boot, I'm thinking 'bout you And most of the girls that come by are cute And they try to holler, but they all on mute And my old girls turn they face up at me, yeah They throw they purses and they makeup at me 'Cause you got Wayne, I charge it to the game And baby, you can keep the change, but (I got to hold on, hold on to my receipt)

It's kinda hard sayin' this shit to your face So I do it over snares and bass Music take me away (I got to hold on, hold on to my receipt) It's kinda hard sayin' this shit to your face So I do it over snares and bass Music take me away Come home, smell the food on the stove She done cleaned the whole house, washed the dishes and the clothes And when we out, we do it just how we supposed Look good for the public, leave the drama in the Rolls Royce, choice of car that we move in She get high sometimes 'cause I'm always doin' it, yeah You hear them hallways, we always doin' it Work her, every time feel like the first one Perfect when a nigga stressin' at work She take away all of the pain, make it lesser than dirt That's why you got Wayne, I charge it to the game And baby, you can keep the change, but (I got to hold on, hold on to my receipt) (Yeah, to redeem your love, that's exactly what I need) I got you (I got to hold on, hold on to my receipt), yeah It's kinda hard saying this shit to your face So I do it over snares and bass Music take her away11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Bitch, I'm... Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever Bitch, I'm, bitch, I'ma ball and... Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever I feel just like Russell Westbrook Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever I feel just like Russell Westbrook Bitch, I'm a dog, I turn to a werewolf Got Siri fuckin' Alexa Me and my dawgs pull up in a Tesla I'ma bust down the Perpetual Look at it too hard, it's gon' bust your retina With diamonds that's covered like eczema Me and my dawgs don't fuck with the rest of 'em Don't fuck with the rest of 'em Me and my dawgs don't fuck with the rest of 'em We treat 'em like veterinarians Me and my dawgs pull up in a Tesla I'ma bust down the Perpetual Look at it too hard, it's gon' bust your retina With diamonds that's covered like eczema Me and my dawgs don't fuck with the rest of 'em We treat 'em like veterinarians Me and my dawgs, we come to your area We gon' go hard just like DMX and them (Ruff) Fresh out the pad, boy, bitch, I'm a hot boy Red ass dot, boy, duh-duh-duh-dot boy Shoot every spot, boy, back, chest, top, boy Shoot out like cowboys, Dak Prescott, boy Percs get popped, boy, yes I'm a hostage Xanny get popped too, that's for my conscience Addy get popped too, now I'm a zombie Muscle relaxant, that's for my posture I'ma do acid, now I'm obnoxious Sip cotton candy, pop Oxycontin Hold you for ransom, now you the hostage Call up your family, give 'em the options Tell 'em to cash it, put 'em in boxes Do not deal with 12 'cause you dealin' with monsters If everything fail, then we killin' your mama We all go to Hell but right now we on fire I'm talkin' that shit, yeah And I'm walkin' that shit like a dog in this bitch That's your dawg, he a bitch, yeah He was barkin' and shit, now he eatin' his words Tell him gargle and spit, don't be startin' no shit When you start up in this, put your heart in my fist Squeeze your heat 'til it squish, then I wash and not rinse Give your daughter a kiss, then we slaughter that bitch Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever Bitch, I'm, bitch, I'ma ball and... Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever I feel just like Russell Westbrook Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever I, I feel just like Russell Westbrook Bitch, I'm a dog, I turn to a werewolf Got Siri fuckin' Alexa Me and my dawgs pull up in a Tesla I, I'ma bust down the Perpetual Look at it too hard, it's gon' bust your retina With diamonds that's covered like eczema Me and my dawgs don't fuck with the rest of 'em Me and my dawgs don't... Me and my dawgs don't fuck with the rest of 'em We treat 'em like veterinarians

Me and my dawgs pull up in a Tesla I'ma bust down the Perpetual Look at it too hard, it's gon' bust your retina With diamonds that's covered like eczema Me and my dawgs don't fuck with the rest of 'em We treat 'em like veterinarians Me and my dawgs, we come to your area We gon' go hard just like DMX and them (Ruff) Woah All my dawgs gon' slide, yeah Bust up in your home, yeah Home sweet homicide, yeah All my dawgs is wild niggas, saw your dawg goodbye, yeah Pet Sematary, I got all your dawgs inside, yeah Yeah, y'all done lost your mind, yeah And all my stars aligned, yeah So all my dawgs gon' shine, yeah All my dawgs is slimes, yeah It's war like Vietnam, yeah Throw that dog a bone, wait... That might be a bomb, damn Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever Bitch, I'm, bitch, I'ma ball and... Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever I feel just like Russell Westbrook Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever I, I feel just like Russell Westbrook Bitch, I'm a dog, I turn to a werewolf Got Siri fuckin' Alexa Me and my dawgs pull up in a Tesla I, I'ma bust down the Perpetual Look at it too hard, it's gon' bust your retina With diamonds that's covered like eczema Me and my dawgs don't fuck with the rest of 'em Me and my dawgs don't... Me and my dawgs don't fuck with the rest of 'em We treat 'em like veterinarians Me and my dawgs pull up in a Tesla I'ma bust down the Perpetual Look at it too hard, it's gon' bust your retina With diamonds that's covered like eczema Me and my dawgs don't fuck with the rest of 'em We treat 'em like veterinarians Me and my dawgs, we come to your area We gon' go hard just like DMX and them (Ruff)8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yeah, yeah, yeah, haha Weezy Baby, y'all (Yeah) Don't get shot Rapid fire, what you know 'bout it? I brought my homie along for the ride He strapped, he came ready to come out the barrel Rob I heard some shouts, like, "Down on the floor" (Baow) Then even louder, "We got shooters" (Yeah), shooters (Yeah-yeah, yeah) I turned around, I was starin' at chrome (Hello) Shotgun watches door, got security good (Check) Jumped right over counter, pointed gun at, wink He tell her, "I'm your shooter, shooter, shooter" (Let's go) My hands up (Yeah), my hands up (Yeah) They want me with my hands up (I think they), no (Think they want me) Shooter (Surrender to 'em, but no, no, no, I can't do it) My hands up, my hands up (Yeah) They want me with my hands up (Come on, they want me to), no (Surrender) Shooter (But no, I can't do it, get 'em, yeah) So many doubt 'cause I come from the South But when I open up my mouth, all bullets come out, bang Die, bitch nigga, die, I hope you bleed a lake I'ma play X-ray, helpin' y'all see the fake I'm just tryna be the great, tryna get a piece of cake Take it off of your plate, eat it right in your face (Hah) They got a whole lot to say, but I don't listen Call me Automatic Weezy, bitch, I keep spittin', pow With all these bitches and all these bitches (Yeah) But ain't no loaners around (What you say?) They thinkin' 'bout shooters, they, shooters, they (Okay) Guns, girls (Okay), ladies, get the guns (Okay), get the Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shooters (Okay, come on) My hands up They want me with my hands up, no (I think they want me to surrender) Shooter (Clap, y'all, no, no, but I'm not) I just cry, "Mama, I tink dat," hey "Me tink they want me to surrender" Shooter (No, no, bang)

And to the radio stations, I'm tired of bein' patient Stop being rapper racists, region haters Spectators, dictators, behind door dick takers, it's outrageous You don't know how sick you make us I wanna throw it up like chips in Vegas But this is Southern, face it If we too simple, then y'all don't get the basics Lady walks into a shotgun surprise (Yeah) Dropped to her knees, saw her life 'fore her eyes (Okay) He said, "Bitch is gonna get it, everybody gon' regret it" (Okay, why?) "I'm your shooter" (Brrt) My hands up (Yeah), my hands up (Yeah) They want me with my hands up, no (Yeah, hah) Shooter (I tried tell you what I am, baby) My hands up (Yeah), my hands up (Yeah) They want me with my hands up, no (Sorry, but me can't surrender, me won't surrender) Shooter (Me no pretender, no) Socks soakin' wet, I been running, y'all, I reload Every hundred yards, I'm comin' forward You better know me Lil Wayne, just call me Lord, hard Take pain like Tylenols, raw Way past par, far I'm some shit you never saw I take you to the shootout, baby, win, lose, or draw, yeah And then they ask who, when, where, how, and My reply was simply, "Pow," c'mon Mama, I tink dat, hey Me tink dey want me to surrender No, no, I'm sayin' Mama, I tink dat, hey Me tink dey want me to surrender, no No, no, me won't surrender, no No, I promise no surrender I got my burner And I'm the shooter7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Ayo, check this out, it's DJ Khaled And this is No Ceilings 3 They try to put a ceilin' on our greatness So we took the fucking ceilin' off We took the fucking ceilin' off It's Little Wayne, and this is... Another one Yeah, uh First she straight, now the bitch bi-curious Booty out the A, but face from Honduras Pull up to them gates, say I'm livin' luxurious I fuck her, then I tell her get lost like a tourist I went to the Middle East, came back with a Lamb' Back with some money, came back with some grams Fly your bitch to the beach, she come back with a tan Comе back with no money, come back with some sand Dog, I bе at home all day poppin' illys See how long it take to count a million Bitch, if you make me lose count, I'ma kill ya Hoppin' out a G-Wagon, gotta be a six wheeler Young Tune nigga put a deal in yo' base She gon' swallow that shit like a protein shake Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, V8 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, V8, uh Young Tune, nigga, I'll wipe yo' bitch Best rapper alive, I write yo' shit All that cappin', I'll wipe yo' lips Lil' pussy-ass nigga shoot you right in yo' clit, yeah I'ma turn up a little more this time People used to say "That boy, he before his time" I already know what you did last summer I was standin' out the sun and lettin' my woah and them shine Paul Smith robe on the floor but it's fine Two tone AP on, I'm bust Rose gold Hublot lookin' like rust All black Hublot lookin' like us Clear white diamonds, lookin' like pus Watch face look like a motherfucking pizza And I got all diamonds all in the crust Thinkin' I might, no nigga, I must Keep a Hot Boy with me, I got love for BG The feds tryna lock me up like the BG I told my old lady if they do, she could leave She said "Bae, shut the fuck up, you sound brazy That shit gon' work out like it's personal training" I say "Amen", oh, and she say "Fuck yeah" Weighing my options, I broke out the scale Weighing my options, I feel like a whale My pockets on blubber, the socket unplugger

Bah-bah-bah-bah, he not gon' recover Dead bodies on top of each other Look like they six-nining each other At first, I was playin', now this shit got serious Shots hit that man in the middle of his ears Five hundred grand, to make an appearance I need that a week in advance for clearance I just got mad at one of my shooters 'Cause I told his ass that we don't shoot no children That shit is bad and it fuck up my spirit That nigga laugh, I say, "Bruh you a terrorist" Extended barrel, the one with the holes Don't fuck with me, I am not one of your bros Quadruple my money, don't count what I grow It's gotta be the trucker but I hop in a Rolls Young Money, nigga, that's my DNA I look like a lion and act like an ape Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, get ate Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we ate Young tune niggas put a deal on yo' base She gon' swallow that shit like a protein shake Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, V8 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, V8, No Ceilings Young Money, OVO Light yo' spliff up Fucking big head spliff Huh, Lil Wayne and Drake Pon yo' head, let's go2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Six-Figure... Good morning, New York Good afternoon, New Orleans Goodnight, America This is Young Money... Nicki Minaj They don't make us to break us, no, I'm with the bakers (Haha) I'm gettin bread with dread up in Jamaica (Yeah) It's them young stunnas, Nick and Lil Weezy (Weez) Nic, I'm the chick that go getta like Jeezy (Go-getter) Fall back, 'cause I do this here (Yeah) Step your bars up, or you're through this year (Ha) Yup, it's only right that the whole block stare (Woo) Hopped out the air in the blue-and-white layer (Yeah) I'm here, I'm with Long-Hair-Don't-Care (Mm) Steady staring at my ear, 'cause my ear on glare Now, it's not hard to find me (Yeah), top behind me (Yeah) You be Harry Potter, and I'll be Hermione I be early (Haha), I'm the girl they... (Ugh) Call "the One" like on my first birthday I'm in that Range Rov' (Yeah), rocking that Kangol (What it do) That pussy real good, it tastes like mango (Hahaha) Can't stop, won't stop repping Young Money, and we We get down, and we, we get down, and we... (Yeah) Boys, they, boys, they love me Chromed-out eleven-hundred (Yeah! Hahaha) Can't stop, won't stop repping Young Money, and we (Ya dig?) We get down, and we, we get down, and we... (Uh-huh) (Go!) So I guess it's my turn (Yeah) And I'ma go at niggas' heads like sideburns (Get 'em) Big Phantom on the road, make a wide turn (Errr!) Big light-green buds, is what I burn (/fff/) Nicki, since I've been rapping, this what I've learned (Yes) All these other niggas pussy like dry sperm (Fuck 'em) And I knock this shit out like Tom Hearns (Boom) If it ain't about money, me no concerned (Uh-uh) A paper chaser 'til my thigh burn (Come on) And never give a bitch what I've earned (Ehn-ehn!) Haha, fuck I look like? (Ha) I'm lookin for a bitch that can fuck right, cook right (Go) And if not, then, left foot, right Foot, get to steppin, yeah, bitch, walk light (Ha) And my hoes talk like "Hsshswash," and I just say "Right," hahahaha We don't fuss fight She is just... just... just right Can't stop, won't stop repping Young Money, and we (Ya dig!) We get down, and we, we get down, and we... Boys, they, boys, they love me Chromed-out eleven-hundred (Go) Can't stop, won't stop repping Young Money, and we We get down, and we, we get down, and we... I'm on tour 'til my money's like the bus' height Ice looking bright, see me coming like bus lights, Weez! Ahahaha Nicki Minaj Young Money Fuck with me, Fendi! Yeah

We gon' get some money Don't matter what they do We gon' get some money2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yeah My girl get in at 1:15 a.m. (Yeah) The guitar's cryin' right now Just a couple things that's goin' on in my life, you know? Yeah Brim leanin' (Yeah), cup tilted (Yeah) Blunt flickin' (Yeah), get money, fuck bitches (Hah) Young Weezy (Woah), young pimpin' (Ow), she love it (Yeah) I keep goin', she keep cummin', what you know 'bout it? (Nothin') So 'bout it (Yeah), like Master P (Who?) But no coward (Uh-uh) No, I am no Howard the Duck, duck (Baow) Lead showers (Yeah), black flowers (Yeah) Black dresses (Yeah), two hours (Yeah) Closed casket, uh (Aw) My dough tactics is so crafty (Yes) No laughter (Uh) I do that after I get the dough, bastards (Stupid) I get the dough faster (Yes), what if I flowed faster? (Damn) Like, oh, Nancy, the four's plastic, automatic, I'm (Ow) More drastic, you're no-names compared to me (Yeah) Who are you? Where are ya? I can't see you, you're air to me (Nothin') You're not there to me (Nothin') I ain't fuckin' with you bitch niggas (Hah) I'm fucking your sis, nigga, it's Weezy (Yeah) If you gon' call him Weezy (Yeah, yeah, y-yeah, that's, that's me) Then you must say the Baby (Bitch, please say the baby) If you don't say the Baby (And if you don't say the baby) Then just don't say it at all (Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up, bitch, yeah) Yeah, I'm slick as an old mack, I'm (Yeah) Sick as a Prozac (Yeah), and Tha Carter I was the (Hah) Dick for you hoes' trap, and (Ah) this is Tha Carter II and (Yeah) This is the bozack, ah (Ow), diggin' you hoes back (Bitch) Quick if I blow back, I (Yeah), got it, gone, Rabbit (Oh) Fast, my daddy Rabbit's at home, what up, pa? (What up?) What up, Pac? (What up?), what up, Pun? (What up?) What up, Big? (What up?), what up, Soulja? (What up?) As the streets get colder, I get chillier (Yeah) What up, Left Eye? (What up?), what up, Aaliyah? (What up?) Yeah, TEC-9 close by, touch 'em up (Yeah) I shoot niggas in the mouth, boy, pucker up (Mwah) Sweet succotash (Yeah), gee, golly, what the fuck? (Ow) Where the hell all these new pussy rappers come from? (Huh?) I chew 'em up like bubble gum, yum, yum Young Weezy so troublesome, what-what? (Ow) If you gon' call him Weezy (That's, baby, that's me) Then you must say the Baby (I said do me a favor, please say the Baby) If you don't say the Baby (But if you don't say the baby) Then just don't say it at all (Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up, bitch) I ain't talkin' fast, you just listenin' too slow (Yeah) I'm gettin' them Benjamins, can serve like the Wimbledon (Yeah) If I'm in any predicament, nervous? Never that Got a gat to knock whoever back, back, very flat Chest caved in, mess on the pavement Splat, cherry wax, rrah, bury that (Hah) Rats, scary cat (Hah), rrat, carry that (Hah) Hollygrove triggerman, guns in a knapsack, yeah Area code five-zero-four (Yeah) I am Nino fuckin' Brown and this is Tha Carter, ho (Woah) This is a quarter, stick this in ya garter, ho Leave out the back and go straight to the corner store (Hah) Return with the cake, come with all my dough (Yeah) If not, they find you in a lake in the morning, ho (Oh) Weezy Baby, please say the Baby (Hey, hey) If not, don't you motherfuckin' say it at all, oh (Bitch) If you gon' call him Weezy (Baby, that's me) Then you must say the Baby (Say the Baby) If you don't say the Baby (If you don't say the baby) Then just don't say it at all (Shut the, shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up, bitch) It's real pimpin', uh It's real pimpin' goin' on like bitch Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah You could be my bitch Uh, uh-uh-uh It's real pimpin', real nigga, ow12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Mula! Yeah, look I'ma tell you all this last time, don't get involved Bullets start ripping through the walls

Hit ya baby mama and the house door We making house calls, I'm an outlaw, in the south ward Knock your ass out if you talk stupid Got a big dick so I walk stupid She got that hit-it-quick-in-the-car booty Hold on, bad hoes need to get a raise, lame niggas tryna get away But all ya diamonds need to get appraised, you in the way Too many nights I was out lurking, mind in a daze, nowadays I'm on Ocean Drive with a bad bitch lyin' in the shades Sipping Minute Maid, gotta penetrate, let me demonstrate Got the Jones soda with the drink in it Got a backwood with the dank in it Party ain't popping if we ain't in it Go Blake Griffin, might flex on 'em That's too much sauce, I bet them hoes know who I are They treat a nigga like a superstar and that's what I am I got your bitch but that's my bitch So that's our bitch and that's all cool When you trip out, wan' dip out, she just call me and I fall through And that's bad news, hold these nuts, cashews Vroom, I flew past you, new whips here, what the bags do Past cool, young Jones My enemies should get a good breakfast and a cup of coffee I know refugees that don't rush things, they kill 'em softly My closet still got Nike boxes and a couple corpses Look, even though I'll never sell my soul, I got a couple offers Don't think about it, I smoke about it, I drink about it They wrap the body, then rap about it Sink the body, then sing about it, zip the body, then sip about it Fuck the world, I'ma still get some cool things up out it If a CEO wanna dance all in my videos, I need a big deposit Swerve, swerve, I'm back on 'em My bad, I'm turning my back on 'em I fuck, then see if Tune, Jay Jones, Hoody, or Mack want 'em Real shit, I've seen good girls go to airports with that pack on 'em Trill shit, I've seen bad bitches with good genes but I slack on 'em I ain't focused there, Gotham City, got Batmans and Jokers there I'm in the club but I'm in the cut They got cameras here like Oprah's here Since a kid, I heard gunshots, mothers cry, all the shit soldiers hear So I had to "abracadabra," "voila," just to make hope appear Young! Abracadabra, abracadabra! We rata-ta-ta-ta, then disappeared, right after it happened Copperfield, I just popped a seal You don't believe in magic, but you know that I'm for real Voila! Voila! Ta-da! Ta-da! Voila! Voila! Mula! Voila! Told momma, nana, I'm doing my count Don't ruin my count, bust two and I'm out Voila! Voila! Ta-da! Ta-da! Voila! Voila! Mula! Voila! Mama, nana, I'm doing my count Don't ruin my count, bust two, and I'm out, voila! Magic dust, yeah that's a rush Got her cracking up, crying all at once, man, that was fun I'm spazzing up, I'm gassing up that Cali stuff, that massacre I'm magical with chemicals and smashing stuff, Metallica Satanical like Skeletor, you greener than a salad bar I leave from here to Africa to read some Maya Angelou Impractical, you acting all DiCaprio; we trap and go for casserole We back and forth in traffic with that Macklemore That magic snow, it's always cold and my freak on that molly water I met this bitch on Collins but she out the hood, her mama cook I'm on the way, I'm on a stage, the Magic show, I feel like Dave I walk on water, float in air, I'm over there, I'm in your face I pop up out of nowhere, bop-bop at your doorbell Disappear in thin air, all we leave is smoke there Smoking roadkill, she on coke here Stash is sticking to her nosehair I'm a magician in the motel, moving tricks for wholesale Hold on, abracadabra, the data don't matter We rata-ta-ta-ta over the chatter, we got mo ammo than grammar Hammers and hammers, pull up in Lambos Shoot up the cameras, die in pajamas Find you with Sam and your wife and your mamas All in your family, I'm balling like Magic, voila! Abracadabra, abracadabra! We rata-ta-ta-ta, then disappeared, right after it happened Copperfield, I just popped a seal You don't believe in magic, but you know that I'm for real Voila! Voila! Ta-da! Ta-da! Voila! Voila! Mula! Voila! Momma, nana, I'm doing my count Don't ruin my count, bust two and I'm out Voila! Abracadabra, abracadabra! We rata-ta-ta-ta, then disappeared, right after it happened Copperfield, I just popped a seal You don't believe in magic, but you know I'm too real Voila! Voila! OVO shorts, high socks Music is art, Basquiat, niggas is squares, hopscotch Time out, na-na, I got sauce, you dried out I'm big boss, you big mouth, magic show, don't miss out, voila! What haven't I done yet? I haven't Bungee jumped, err, haven't been to Mount Everest, err, take that back, I've probably have been to Mount Everest. Probably flown over it, probably rolled past it and it just was twisted, you nah mean? That's real shit, real shit, real shit. Holla at my friends, they will let you know slime has sat down and probably ate with the president, and whatever president it was at the time, totally don't remember, you nah mean? But I do remember, Obama saying my name in a speech, shoutout Obama. But still, what haven't I done yet....release Carter 53EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS>

<BOS> Oh, oh, oh-oh Ayy, like that? Tomorrow, tomorrow Tomorrow, tomorrow Yeah! We gon'— Talking right now Keep watching! Talking right now Ain't no such thing as tomorrow The way we living today Dreads hang on designer everything Mr. Comme des Garçons, Mr. Alexander Wang Mr. Chain, pinky ring, flow insane, ho insane Man, these shoes I got on, these the hardest I done seen It look clean when you pour it, I remix it make it dirty If she got good head and text me, I text back and tell her "hurry" This that category 5 when I walk up in the strip club Throw it high, make you and George Washington head butt OG's never fed us, now young niggas fed up Ballin' so hard I deserve a and one Baking soda marketing, I'm getting it ain't I? Obviously You a bitch, you a ho, that's just my philosophy And I'm known to kick it like the captain of a soccer team Billie Jean red leather same color Red Lobster And she brainwash ya, head doctor I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching Drop topping, head bopping I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching Drop topping, head bopping Bullet ain't got no name, her pussy ain't got no smell Got this bitch on lock, these niggas ain't got no bail These snitches ain't got no pride, these hoes ain't got no manners These tricks ain't got no magic, ain't that a bitch?. But me, I make shit taste like sugar cane 'Bout to go to bed with what's her name? Yeah, pussy never felt so good And you know we don't smoke that bullshit Give that shit back to that bull, uh I'm so sick of balling, I'm so sick of balling Ride me like a horse, Bitches call me Charlie. Swear to god, I never met a nigga with enough money I'm riding around in that new thing with no roof like a hush puppy. Shhh, I look down at the stars I could pull a few strings, make it sound like guitars Told that bitch she my boo, now the round of applause Shit, I'ma be dressed to kill, now the dead watching Tunechi! I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching Drop topping, head bopping I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching Drop topping, head bopping I Strivers Row my Denim, bankrolls all in 'em I'm maximum, you minimal Make dough, you better get you some Them corners, we be bent in 'em Better ask 'bout us, we been a fool Shot of weed with the one with the pounds of the weed And the quarter keys of middle school Beeper, sneakers, tennis shoe, that’s all we was hustling for When I pull this strap, you don't do what I say Nigga that's what I would bust it for I don't take your shit, ain't nothing, bruh What's all the discussion for? I'm the motherfucking king and I'm doing my thing Ain't my fault you can't fuck with us You know a counterfeit case make years in prison Got back out, got back to getting busy Keep playing 'round with it, on the real you can get it Let a goon get a quarter mil', that'll kill it Couple racks on that Versace suit Just in case they watching fool Sophisticated, my surveillance pics just like a photoshoot Givenchy, Balenciaga, YSL and Prada Tom Ford, LonBon, you name it, I got it So I be fresh as fuck, going hard when the feds watching Literally 'cause I'm menaging when the feds watching, ha! I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching Drop topping, head bopping I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching

I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching Drop topping, head bopping2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> You're not gonna believe this They still tryna put a ceiling on our greatness So we took the fuckin' ceiling off What you think they can stop this? No Ceilings 3, B-Side They don't want us to give you No Ceilings 3 So we give you No Ceilings 3, B-Side You can't put a ceiling on our greatness So we took the fuckin' ceiling off Lil Wayne, DJ Khaled No Ceilings 3, B-Side Another one, 'pon your head Five white girls but they not Spice Girls Just some hot girls who like to snort white girl I'm in a all black coupe likе Dark Knight, girl These herе Jimmy Choos, not Off-Whites, girl Five AKs and they pop, NSYNC Got five lil' baes and they pop and drink If it's not bright pink then it's not my drink These bright white links make your eyesight weak Runnin' through a bag like YouTube money New Orleans nigga, got beaucoup money I voodoo somethin', I wish you would do somethin' Milkin' this shit like the Yoo-Hoo bunny Got the private plane lit and the Bluetooth runnin' Tunechi gon' spit like a new tooth comin' Everybody 5 like the FUBU company Whole bunch of zeros like a new bag of Funyuns Tunechi got shottas like Buju Banton Bullets that'll shoot through mountains Talkin' that shit and I Doo Doo Brown 'em I punish these boys, I ground 'em Yeah, and these funny ass boys, I clowned 'em I'm laughin' so hard, laugh louder Yeah, Young Money so raw, no condom No teeth, just jaws, just tonsils Fuck everything that they say about me I done fucked every bad bitch that stay on South Beach Money talk, mine just gave a nice speech Just laid a bitch down like Laila Ali Sittin' in the throne, tryna stay in my seat It cost to be the boss, bitch payin' my fee Only smoke blunts, give the J to wifey Every now and then, I might hit the J like Kyrie The ones that hate me the most look just like me You tatted up and say that they GOATs, just like me If I inspired you, that's so inspirin' That Nina work for me, that ho can get fired Golf Wang Converse, I'm Lil Tyler Might skate in 'em, might not even rock 'em Bad bitch, nice top, nice bottom Fuck her with my chains on, she melt the ice out 'em Superstar shit, smellin' like roses Superstar dick, spread it like COVID Flag red as fuck but I'm golden Casket lit, was up and I closed it Opp dead, this Hell and I'm Satan Thousand bullet shells, yeah I'm blatant No Ceilings, she's stargazin' Dead presidents, reincarnated Tyler Herro, workin' on my jumper I need a shero, fuckin' Wonder Woman No Ceilings, third times a charm Nigga, I don't fuck with you like Big Sean Fuck what's on your tomb, it's carved in stone Just like statues of me when I'm gone Artists, yeah, artillery get drawn Boy I goes in like outside was a storm Upgraded, this ain't even my final form Can't say you ain't been warned, you ain't on what I've been on I live and breathe and die by this lifestyle shit It just don't sit on my charm Take my kindness for weakness then you not strong Whole city remind me when I'm gone When I was down bad, I didn't complain I was at the bottom right where I belong If you don't climb to the top, you're not as strong Weezy, that's my twin but we both one of one I can teach you how to get it one on one When you ball like this, ho it's not a game But I'm goin' insane all '21 Bitch think we dated off a one-and-done And the human race, if it's not a race It's a quest, a journey, but I'm fuckin' facin' All the problems that I keep on runnin' from Got a hitlist, checklist, to-do list, guest list Super bad bitch list, I don't need a wish list I'm already gifted, I'm done giving forgiveness The ones that hate me the most ain't nothin' like me I could never hate nobody I ain't met or seen Bluegrass girl, ever since I cut her down

She been havin' wetter dreams, drop the mic, let her sing I've been ready for the war and whatever that'll bring From where niggas don't engage and they still let it ring (Brr) Got back up with me and we movin' in sync Got killer instincts but I spit that vaccine I'm only hittin' raw if I hit a couple times Already with the rubber and the shit didn't stink Had a chain, gave my brothers, we forever in a link Gonna roll on the world, let's travel Well you gotta pay a toll, hmm-hmm, yeah, whatever that means Weezy said, "Kill 'em man, fuck all that booty shit" I’m on that brutal shit When I say next year is our year, ho, watch what we do to it Ten plus in and I can't let go Just like my girl doin' stupid shit This a lot of y'all that owe me a check, respect and publishing Yeah, a whole slew and shit I'm in euphoria with a young thing and she poppin' like Rue and shit Me and Weezy beat the beat like we Ken and Ryu and shit I used to hesitate, took my heart Told my head, "Lil bitch quit playin' and do this shit" When you on like this Every bad bitch come around with ass and titties Need that double R when you go rags to riches Need some R&R but now we back to bid'ness, lil' bitch Yeah, lil' fuckin' bitch No Ceilings 3, B-Side Another one4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, speak to 'em Jazze) I (Yeah, fly guy) I'm way more fly than you (That's right) I'll take your dime from you (That's right) Now she wanna spend (What?) All night with me (She wanna wake up with Weezy F. Baby) Let me be the one that you throw it to (Throw it back ma Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma) Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you (Yea so how 'bout you huh? Yeah, yeah, so how 'bout you?) I'll take your bitch, give her back, take your bitch again That's because you throw a 5, I pitch a 10 Now she wanna get inside of me 66 She see my wrist is blue and yellow like Michigan She say she love her man, she misses him But nobody do it better than her distance dick, me I'm her long distance pimp When I land my bitches want for me on the strip, yup And I don't lie I confess I'm the one who turn that orange vest to a dress Gotta dress to impress though Gotta stay clean, plus mami in a Lex 4 She with me, what you expect, I live to be fly to death It's the Birdman Jr., sincerely yours When it rains it pours, when it Waynes it whores (Chorus) I (Yeah, yeah) I'm way more fly than you (That's right) I'll take your dime from you (That's right) Now she wanna spend all night with me (She wanna wake up with Weezy F. Baby) Let me be the one that you throw it to (Throw it back ma Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma) Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you (So how 'bout you? Yeah, yeah, yeah, so how 'bout you?) Ay, now why you wanna go and do 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 Cause I'm way more fly, yeah Have you hangin' 'round a bunch of yayo buyers, nope And not a day go by us We don't get higher than the telephone wires Cut your telephone off, we ridin' Where phones don't roam, they don't even come on You're far from home so leave it alone You creeping with the king of the throne You sleeping in a tee and a thong With your hair in a pony I ain't got no blinds we can stare at the morning, yeah But I can't be there all morning I'm a pimp baby, yeah I'm going, going, going, gone I (Yeah) I'm way more fly than you (That's right) I'll take your dime from you (That's right) Now she wanna spend all night with me (She wanna wake up to Weezy F. Baby)

Let me be the one that you throw it to (Throw it back ma Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma) Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you (So how 'bout you? Yeah, yeah, yeah, so how 'bout you?) Uh, uh, I'm sorry, I was grooving Gotta love that laid back Mannie Fresh music But let's get back to what we was doing Laid back in that 'Lac on Pat Ewing's These trees ain't papaya, mind ya So I'm a get 3 more and cop you one Wait, naw hun, cause you ain't exempt If your ass ever trip I'll give you a clip, yeah But I love the way your jeans suck in your hip And you walk kinda mean, how you strut with a dip And you talk kinda clean and you lick your lips But I can't fall for you cause I stick to the script, yeah I said I stick to my grip I stick to my money, that's life to me Sorry honey Jazze I (Yeah) I'm way more fly than you (That's right) I'll take your dime from you (That's right) Now she wanna spend all night with me (She wanna wake up to Weezy F. Baby) Let me be the one that you throw it to (Throw it back ma Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma) Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you (So how 'bout you? Yeah, yeah, yeah, so how 'bout you?) So how 'bout you, yeah So how 'bout you See what I'm talking 'bout sweet heart? You ain't even gotta have John Madden You ain't gotta have Dick Vitale You ain't gotta Lee Corso You ain't gotta have Stuart Scott You ain't gotta have Linda Cohn Know what I'm talking 'bout? You ain't gotta have the staff of ESPN You ain't gotta have ABC staff just to speak sports, baby Cause I got game, sweetheart Just fuck with your boy and I'll get you a jersey What you want me to put on the back? "Daddy's little girl", that's right Know what I'm talking 'bout? I can't give you the game, but I can show the game And you can see what you see and peek how you peek And get what you get Know what I'm talking 'bout? Weezy5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yeah yeah yeah It's the Carter motherfucker, I came back around It's the Carter motherfucker, I came back around It's the Carter motherfucker Let me show you my building man, it's the Carter I'ma show y'all the ins the outs, the ups the down, know what I'm talking 'bout This is me, fourth solo album baby, I came back around By myself this time, back off the wall Guns up in the air in the middle of the street like bang, bang, bang bang, welcome Welcome, this is the Carter y'all welcome Hard as Malcolm, dark as The Falcon, Lord help him But y'all felt him, and that make you a part of me and pardon me If a part of me is what you wanna be what you oughta be Doing, recording me, I'm just acting accordingly, I give orders To the commander in chief, just the commander in me Handling streets in the Mandarin V I hear you haters slandering me, I just hand 'em to P Any drama, I pace it like Indiana I take your grandma pacemaker and just hand her the piece Not two fingers I simultaneously pop two bangers You do not want angus, USDA prime beef, you're dead meat I'm so ahead of these trendy rappers speed up I'm already hot when another one starting to heat up Got Mannie hot with me cuz I always beat his beat up Y'all cats wit y'all feet up starting to look like V'd up I'm G'd up on the re-up up, in the truck I gotta put my seat up In the trunk I got my bass and I ain't speakin about no speakers What's leaking up out of your speakers is the speech of Weezy F. Baby No more no less Baby, so forth and so on, (let's go) Front door, living room young nigga switching weed What you need? Get you crack, get you weed Make your way to the back, look ahead and see White bitch in the bathroom giving head for speed But don't you turn your head at me, the president been doin it Then he tried to ruin it, but I built this building from the ruts I own all the corners and the cuts in this motherfucker

And the feds know just what's in this motherfucker Made niggas so they can't bust in this motherfucker So with that, let's keep it movin' Onto the kitchen where my witches keep it brewin' Uh huh, look at how my bitches do it Bucky buck naked, look at all my bitches booties They handle all my pharmaceutics I got it from Promethazine to Metamucil I'm crucial, don't mean to spook you But, this is New Orleans, so my queens do voodoo, ya know? So the things just move through I feel your pain, I got things to soothe you There's fields of 'caine, so Wayne and neutral Don't hate the game hate the institution There's fields of 'caine, so Wayne and neutral Don't hate the game hate the institution, fucker I came back around, it's the Carter Show you the rest of the house later We gonna go upstairs, ya know You know what this is right The Carter, the Carter, the Carter7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> If you saw me, would you understand That I can't stand you with another man? I see you happy where your life is at I see you smile, I can't live with that 'Cause what about me? Yeah I stayed up all night for you Girl, girl, what about me? Yeah I shut down my life for you Now you runnin' 'round with him, and him, and him How you do that? How you act like I never held you every night? And now you never call back, please Girl, girl, what about me? Oh, tell me, do you ever think about it? Those lonely nights when you 'bout lost it (Oh) The only time that you would call Was just to tell me it's my fault (Oh) I let you cry, I let you worry I let you yell, I let you hurt me (Oh) I gave you everything you need And now you gone, gone, gone Tell me, how you do that to me? Yeah Girl, what about me? Yeah I stayed up all night for you (Yeah) Girl, girl, what about me? Yeah (Girl, what about me?) I shut down my life for you (I shut down my life) Now you runnin' 'round with him, and him, and him How you do that? (Oh) How you act like I never held you every night? Now you never call back, please (Please) Girl, girl, what about me? Oh, girl, girl, girl, what about me? Me? I ain't never been the one to let it go (Let it go) Never thought I'd see you leave me in the cold Every time that you got mad You would leave and come right back Always bringing up the past Guess you couldn't handle that Where you at when you're not with me? You ignoring my calls Look how quick you forgot 'bout me I'm waiting (I'm waiting, I'm waiting) Girl, what about me? Yeah (Girl, what about me?) (Oh) I stayed up all night for you (I stayed up all night) (Oh) Girl, girl, what about me? (What about me, girl? Yeah, what about me, girl?) I shut down my life for you (I shut down my life) Now you runnin' 'round with him, and him, and him How you do that? (How, girl?) How you act like I never held you every night? And now you never call back, please (Please) Girl, girl, what about me? Me? (Yeah, what about me?) Oh-ho-oh2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> {whispers} Dedication 2... Alright I think you ready this time Y'all know what I come here for Call me the iPod King Call me Mr. Thanksgiving Call me whatever the fuck you want

Bang bang, I shot you down Bang bang, you hit the ground Bang bang, that awful sound Bang bang... I used to shoot you down Hah, Dedication 2, that's right, you already... Wake up motherfuckers it's Weezy, you got a problem? Heads to them Katrina victims, we still mobbin' Shiny black coupe at night look like a goblin AK on the backseat, baby it's so-{*record rewinds*} Wake up motherfuckers it's Weezy, you got a problem? Heads to them Katrina victims, we still mobbin Shiny black coupe at night look like a goblin AK on the backseat, baby it's so vivrant Watch me let it spray like a hydrant, can't dodge it You not gettin' wet in the rain is not logic She won't give that pussy to Wayne, I'm so obliged just Live and direct from inside of ya bitch body And, hi there ho what do ya know I'm ridin' In the same streets my pops died in, I got 'em and I get that money tell my momma I'm grindin' And I'll be coming home with our future in my pocket Shoot you if you block it, leave a nigga awkward Murder the adults and let the kids get adopted Sit it in the pot and watch me rise to power Gettin' out twenty American pies an hour Goddamn, excuse ma'am but I'm the man And you better put my money in my hand, stop playin'! Got ends, no friends, just brothers one color And I spread the motherfucker all over your room shutters Yeah, they knew better I'm two letters I'm like M.J. and 2-3 and O.G., yeah I'm low-key Cause niggas and bitches is police I roll leaf, patching up the game's slow leak I'm Weezy baby! Lemme catch my breath... {breathing} Ok... Pussy-ass.. pussy-ass.. pussy-ass.. pussy.. Pussy-ass niggas, fake fraud-ass niggas Tryna save the past, SIM card-ass niggas Them broads laugh at ya, them niggas won't kill ya And them niggas that's with ya, could die right with ya I'll be shootin everything up in my eyesight mister I say I might miss ya, but lil' FeFe gon' hit ya And lil' Currensy'll split ya, Mack Maine'll straight flip ya Let Taz Po ship ya, then we'll all forget ya I'm sittin' in the kitchen like "How can we all get richer?" Got paint on my hands from painting the perfect picture Then I tell lil' Josh, roll up the perfect Swisher God damn the hurricane, to the weed man, we miss ya I'm the best just listen, I ain't what the game been missin' Ask my nigga Juelz, I been here since twelve Ten shells, let 'em save themselves Fuck them niggas and they pals, pal, pow!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I don't like the look of it Okay, I'm sippin on the syrup, got a nigga movin slow I'm all about the money, what the fuck you think I do it for? Bitch don't act like you don't know, I'm killin all these rap niggas Custom made caskets for yo' motherfuckin funeral Keep the women with me, shit I gotta keep like two or more Party everyday, like we won the fuckin Super Bowl Chillin wit my nigga Mack, he keep bitches handy White girl on the table, let 'em sniff the nose candy When I'm walkin by, the women sayin, "Who is that nigga?" I replied, "Hi, I am Gudda Gudda, that nigga!" I was raised in the home of the cap splitters Whip on 24's, watch it crawl like a caterpillar I come with a toy boy like a Happy Meal And you's a motherfuckin duck, Daffy-dil I'm from the school of hard knocks, where we scrap and kill Pick the knife or gun or you can get the package deal I'm hot, nigga, burnin everything around me I was lost for a minute, took a while but I found me (Gudda) The streets say I'm king but the game'll never crown me (Gudda) Realest nigga doin it just ask them niggas 'round me (Gudda) So you cain't size me up or try to clown a— Shark in the water, jump in and I'ma drown you New Orleans nigga, gun out, I'ma down you Put niggas to sleep like a muh'fuckin' downer (Gudda) I'm a Great White, you's a flounder Fish and a bitch, I tuna eveything around you UHaul Gudda, movin everything around you (Yeah) It's Young Money, bitch! At the top is where they found us, nigga Ugh, goons on deck, Marley don't shoot 'em Silence on the gun, watch a nigga mute 'em The coach in the booth, call me Jon Gruden School these niggas, they all my students All jokes aside, I ain't playin with ya The weed broke down, like a transmission Tha chopper spin him 'round, like a ballerina Bitch I'm still spittin like I ate a jalape-na

I'm from uptown, my bitch from Argentina My pockets on fat like Joey Cartagena Stunt so hard, it's all y'all fault And when it come to beef, give me A1 Sauce I ain't worryin 'bout shit, everything paid out You could catch me courtside in Dwayne Wade house With a high yellow thick bitch wit her legs out Cash Money president, but we in a red house Who the fuck want it? Make my fuckin day I blow your candles out, now nigga cut the cake I gotta eat, bitch! Like a runaway Y'all niggas ain't eatin, stomach ache Okay, all these bitches, and niggas still hatin I used to be ballin, but now I'm Bill Gatein Fuckin with my iPhone, bumpin' Illmatic I'm on the road to riches, there's just a lil' traffic Hair still platted, thuggin is a habit Keep my guitar, hip hop Lenny Kravitz Bunch of bad bitches and I fuck 'em like rabbits Dope dick Weezy, ya girlfriend an addict, uh4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> If young Freeway don't trust you, I'm gon' murk ya I told my homie I'll be back, I got some hoes that tryna see me I'll be double cupping, letting bitches double team me All this fuckin' smoke around a nigga like a genie Lord, these hoes be schemin', just to get some Neimans Just to get some Niemans, so I be playing defense Nowadays these hoes want you to fuck 'em and feed them Now we at the drive thru, I'm forever Piru I'm forever connected like AOL and Yahoo, okay I just be fightin' my demons I just be righteous or evil I don't be Skypin' or streamin' I just be high for no reason I just be Tunechi or Weezy I just eat cuchi, I'm greedy Give me the Uzi, I'll squeeze it Last night was a movie, I seen it And I just be high for no reason I just be high for no reason And I just be high for four seasons 'Round here you can die for no reason These bitches on diets and vegans She getting it tight for next season And me, I'm just high for no reason And you, you could die for no reason I know some niggas pull triggas That don't value life but put prices on people My homie name Vic Because he a stealer but used to be nice with them eagles I know what she do for that Niemans Yeah, she move that cuchi for profit That pussy a Uzi she pop it I'm in this bitch with Lil Tunechi, what's poppin'? You could die on my block, nigga, that shit is trill That clip open up, you get fucked, call it Netflix and chill He see what his girl do that, that chump might just panic A crew full of sea men had sunk the Titanic She suck and fuck or die Fuck you fuckers, suckers, knuckle up a riot Homie like Donkey Kong, bundle up them pies Whipping out them barrels, pistol white as pearl My bitch so perfect, I nut in that pussy, she piss it out in pearls No sheets on my bed, just a lot of girls And I just be fly for no reason Yeah I just be fly for no reason They kill my pop at sixteen Sometimes a nigga just cry for no reason I used to steal out of Niemans Now I'm so rich this shit feel like I'm dreamin' Gotta hit mute on the phone when I talk to you ‘Cause I still got your bitch screamin' She play with that pussy FaceTime a nigga with Jodeci on ‘cause she fiendin' That pussy get killed for no reason You pussies can die for no reason You pussies can die for no reason I just get high for no reason The world be tryna get over I just get high to get even, yeah Yellin', that shit was ill, that shit was trill Had to tell my bitch stop stealing and stashing my pills That bitch a addict for real That bitch a addict for real That bitch is nasty for real, she naked in heels Fuck Tom, Dick, and Harry and Bill Sonya, Sarah and Jill, I carry the steel In anyone area still ‘Cause shit could get scary for real, I'm aware and I'm skilled I had to bury some mills somewhere in a field Please don't ask me where, my lips sealed Very concealed, I got whatever you feel I got blow like Derek Foreal I got that white like Jaleel

I'm 'bout that life and that's real I'm 'bout that life and that's real I say that twice ‘cause that's real Sometimes it's like I just feel like ain't nothing easy I'ma get high for that reason And you could still die for no reason, die for no reason I just be fightin' my demons I just be lightin' my cheeba I just be Tunechi or Weezy I'm so excited to be him We kill you on sight just for breathin' 'Round here you can die for your Visa 'Round here you can die for a pizza 'Round here we don't die for no divas And I just be high for no reason I just be high for no reason They kill my pop at fourteen Sometimes a nigga just cry for no reason 'Round here you can die with your homie 'Round here you can die by your lonely We come on your side for no reason Shoot it up and then smile when we leavin' You could still die for no reason I be getting high for no reason The world it be tryna get over I be getting high to get even I ain't got no ceilings I ain't got no feelings And you all in your feelings I'm like, "Fuck your feelings" You know I ain't got no ceilings8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Face ass Sippin' on this lean, I'm off my balance beam, yeah Sippin' on this lean, I'm off my, yeah Sippin' on this lean, I'm off my balance beam Doin' all this dirt and never plantin' seeds Fuckin' all these hoes and never wifin' one Fuckin' all these hoes I bet your wife is one Fuckin' all these hoes and wifin' all of 'em They say Tunechi hit the coke and I say aw, fuck it Then I pull the molly out and look what I got Then she stick her tongue out like some high tops Then she stick her tongue out like some high tops Eyes bloodshot red like she cyclops Flag bloodshot red, when we mob out Shoot you right up in your head between your eye brows And then my young niggas break in your trap house Trigger finger ichin' like it's in an ant pile I'm just sippin' on this lean, I'm off my balance beam Standin' and speakin' could be so challenging Got these niggas in save mode They know I'm in ape mode They don't come up to my cage close Whats the code to that safe though? Get the chips and dip like queso Body niggas then lay low Don't come out til that case closed Snortin' lines til her face froze Sittin' on top of yayo Sittin' on bread like mayo Like butter on top of beagle Like tomatoes or egg yo Hustle like I'm dead broke Bullshit got my head hurt Tec-9 in my pants leg I'm limpin' harder than Fred Durst I just wanna tie you to the bed and give you head girl I know that I probably be goin' over your head girl I'mma make it storm on your head girl Goin' hard, gettin' laid all day Been goin' hard all day Wish a nigga would fuck with me Then I blow the candles out on my cake I blow your head off, no call or no stray No barkin' dogs or stray I just ordered all the D'usse Blow a hundred G's without panicking My homie trafficking, he just savaging I'm really playin' with money, you just tampering You playin' with your life, why you gambling? I'm fuckin' on your wife while you scrambling I say who this pussy for, she say your majesty I pull out a bag of white and she hit that and sneeze She gone cut that nigga off, he an amputee Now she really bout that life She the one for me And every time we see them lights She hold that gun for me And every time a package come she sample some for me She ain't no actress but I got her actin' up for me And all my niggas in cake mode All my niggas in Tec mode Red beam on your face, you look like Rudolph with the red nose Tunechi rockin' red though

Slit my wrists and I bled gold Quick to finnessee a bitch My gift of gab came with a red bow When I Just wanna tie you to the bed and give you head girl And I, I know I'm probably going over your head girl And fuck your nigga He ain't doin' shit, I done said worse Dirty south, that red dirt Drive down with that work boy You ain't leavin' here til I weigh it first Choppa make your head burst Oh, lil mama with the head work She suck my dick till my leg jerk She swallow that shit, then burp Swallow that shit, then burp I fucked her best friend first Her boyfriend be gettin' on her last nerve Pussy ass nigga need a pap smear Pussy ass nigga need a pap smear All my niggas need cash first Fresh pair of Vans and a plaid shirt Skateboard, snowboard, and surf Lord I'm' on my wave all day Squad boys all day Wish a nigga would fuck with us We'll blow the smile off of his face Gettin' paid all day Jose chop you up Put your body parts in the freezer, we got supper for months Yeah, and I'm just fuckin' all these hoes and never wifin' one I'm just Fuckin' all these hoes I bet your wife is one Tell your ho, I said last night was fun5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Hate is temporary, love is necessary I went from eating pussy to eating commissary Damn, I am the sickest, I need therapy You can buy the answers but you can’t afford to question me First off I don’t need you second guessing me Jail is like third base: I’m coming home eventually Still got shooters like hot tubs Man I'm anemic: still got bloods I’m in my cell reading fan mail Wish I was in Amsterdam sipping Amstel Thinking bout all of that pussy I can’t smell Man they did me wrong; I feel like Nelson Mandel’ I shine too hard my lamp fell My name still ringing: Alexander Graham Bell I know you met damn, cause you know damn well That I still got you open, open like a clam shell Yeah, still fly on my hawk shit My conversation stinks cause I talk shit Stay in your lane you’re on that double-park shit We eating at the top, get a spoon and a forklift I got rap wrapped up like a gift I’d be sober if if was a fifth I’m feeling like Elvis – jailhouse rock I’m not 2Pac, I’m the New Pac Behind bars but the bars don’t stop recording over the phone I hope the call don’t drop Drizzy got the ball and I know the ball won’t drop And I pray none of my kids never wanna be cops Young Money get ‘em, Young Money got ‘em The boss got his feet up, vacation on an island Yeah and tell your girls send the kite up And even if you don’t smoke motherfucker you gon’ have to light up1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Mama bad, mama mean Gasoline, she’s on fire Put her out, as a matter of fact Take her out, cause she’s on fire Got on my knees and asked my Lord To keep me clear from the Devil cause my girl She, she’s on fire, yeah But everything is so cool, yeah Now gimme them back shots, I want them back shots I said shorty let me play up in that matchbox And she’s on fire, yeah Sh-shorty let a nigga rub his dick against her matchbox And she's on fire, she’s steamin' She’s screamin', she, she’s creamin' She’s fiendin', I redeem it I get between it, like I mean it Now hit me And now she's on fire I left her steamin', yeah But everything is so cool Uhh, she hot as hell, let's call her Helen Uhh, fireman to her rescue like 9-11 Uhh, fuckin' right I make her hot She got the Devil in her, I do whatever with her

Hell's angel, I pluck her feathers nigga I am the firespitter, I start a fire with her Okay her flames high, but I am higher nigga So I invite her up, and then I light her up, uhh Mama bad, mama mean Kerosene, she’s on fire Put her out, as a matter of fact Take her out, she’s on fire Got on my knees and asked my Lord To keep me clear from the Devil cause my girl She's on fire, yeah But everything is so cool, yeah Now hit me, haha, woo! She's on fire, yeah I left her stingin' Yeah, and now she's on fire Haha (but it's cool) Mama bad, mama mean Gasoline, she’s on fire Put her out, as a matter of fact T-t-take her out, cause she’s on fire She, she’s steamin' She’s screamin', she creamin' She’s fiendin', I redeem it I get between it, like I mean it Hehe, then I leave her stingin' Now she's on fire, stingin'! But everything is so cool6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> So, Lil Wayne, what's your motivation? Is that really a question? (Yeah, shawty) Do you really have that written down in your notepad? (You already) You should be ashamed of yourself (C2) You smell me, girl, I smell like money (Why not? What's better?) See, that's what they don't understand (Not a goddamn thing) To me, it was always get money or die (Yeah) I come up under Birdman, the Number One Stunna, you know what I mean? I'm Stunna Jr. (Yeah), and that's all I know, that's all I ever knew Get money or get nothing, you know what I'm saying? (I feel) And I feel that way (I feel it), for real So hard I go, I keep pushing (Yeah) The game so crazy, I'm in it like deep pussy (Yeah) I got chip from tryna get the whole cookie Used to make a thousand dollars every time I played hooky (Yeah) Dwayne Carter absent, keep lookin' (Bitch) I'm present on the block, I'm a legend on the block (Yeah) Ice so bright like heaven on the watch (Yeah) Yeah, nigga, I done dropped one-eleven on the watch (Uh) So watch and see what I do (Yeah, yeah) Breeze by you so fast, got you sneezin', hachoo They got the shivers, man, I got the fever I gotta bring the hood back after Katrina Weezy F Baby, now the F is for FEMA Sick nigga, bitch, I spit that leukemia (Bitch) Yeah, no cure, no help So me, so good, so hard, so felt Feel me And that's just my point right there That's what I'm always trying to stress, know what I'm saying? If you don't understand me, if you don't feel me, then you ain't real In my eyes, and that's all that count to me, you know? So, is your music considered the voice of urban America or America period? I mean, I would say the voice of the hood 'cause that's who I speak for And myself, you know what I mean? My family, that's who I represent My homies (Yeah), my girl, my life, you know? C'mon, bang this shit, nigga, pump my shit (Yeah) You gotta bang that wimp and go and dump that bitch (Yeah) You gotta claim that strip and go and flood that bitch (Yeah) You gotta aim that shit and straight bust that shit Like motherfuck them niggas, what they wan' do? I'm ready Tevin Campbell, no homo, black Rambo (Yeah, yeah) Fuckin' with the boy, baby, that's a gamble (Yeah) If he won in Vegas, leave him on the crap table (Come on) I'm willing and I'm able to come run up in your stable (Yeah) Like nobody make a sound, where the paper? Where the paper? Gotta get it, gotta have it (Yeah), once I got it, I'ma spend it (Yeah) Then it's back to doing any damn thing just to get it (Yeah) The re-ups be like birthday parties (Huh?) No room to park the cars in the garages (Huh?) So outside the cribs, all you see is 'Erraris If I ain't say it right, fuck it, I ain't foreign Feel me And see, that's where everybody gettin' me wrong at, you know what I mean? I got that heat rock, for real Why do you think other rappers lack the impact of your music? That's because they ain't got that heat rock like me, you know what I mean? They ain't spitting like me They spitting, but, know what I mean, they ain't got colds

I got the flu over here, man (Yeah), for real I need relief Y'all help me, for real (Yeah) I know y'all sick of me, 'cause I'm tired of y'all, for real And based on the bank, I'm doin' much better than a lot of these niggas I'm tired of these niggas Yawnin' when I see 'em, make me stretch and pull the burner (Yeah) I'm cockin' back and passin' They catch 'em in they sternum Ooh-ooh, that gon' probably burn ya (Yeah) That gon' probably learn ya (Yeah) To never, ever, ever (What?) Ever, ever, ever come around here no more Rich gangsters over here, you gotta die with the broke bitch I'm the god, I should ride with the Pope But the boy so hood, I just ride with my ho (Yeah) Yeah, and tell her 'bout Hollygrove Tell her 'bout my last show, tell her 'bout my last ho You know, just born to mack Call me Deion Sanders, bring the corner back, yeah I'm in my prime, niggas falling back (Okay) That's right, I'm coming, baby, yeah, hard as crack Feel me And that's just what it is, nigga (Yeah) If you don't like my shit, then fuck you and your shit, man, straight up That's how I was taught, that's how I was brought up, and that's how I'ma go down, man, for real Cash Money Young Money in your motherfuckin' throat, bitch Swallow slow Weezy F Baby, this interview is over Go to the next song, bitch3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> You at home broke as fuck doing the milly rock I'm in Hollywood with millions, check my Diddy bop Sipping Actavis, I put that on my double cup Pushing work, man, we got the whole city hot Raised up on Jeezy, Jay'd up on Yeezys Young Money millionaires, me, T and Weezy Sixteen in the peezy Another sixteen, that's a PT 36 that's a keyzee Push button start, bitches thought I lost my keys, please Trappin' out my haunted house of ghosts, there's some scares there And I got that work, homie yeah, yeah Finessing all these niggas, I need air fare All these diamonds dancing on me, baby very I might call them Michael Jordans, I need every pair Tell your homie hit my line, I got fishscale Certified hustler, yeah, real street nigga It took me 31 years to make my first million But I ain't trippin', this the beginnin' Lost deposits at Chase, no time for chasing women All black Porsche slammed on them red mags I peel her top back and watch the haters get mad They need to stop it, niggas don't like when you Balling on them bitches, they just mad ‘cause they ain't got shit And niggas with the gossip, ol' Dr. Phil ass nigga You might as well go 'head on and start a talk show Me and Hoody making big moves off in this Tahoe Your bitch travel hundred feet, work off in that rental Backstabber smile in my face, showing the dentals But you know me, I chunk the deuces at them bitches Never stop the chat, I keep it moving on them bitches In and out of town and yeah I do it for my city East side New Orleans is where a nigga get it So have your money right or else I ain't fucking with ya And I ain't posing twice so I hope you got the picture Ya dig? Reporting live from the mother ship And I ain't talking nothin' but Young Money shit Yeah, I ain't talking no more Cash Money shit Yeah, I ain't talking no more, now I'm coming, bitch Distorting guys with the cutter I'll rob a motherfucker talking all that big money shit Got me hustling like I never had shit I'm restarting from the bottom, now ain't that a bitch But watch me turn this pit into a Brad Pitt Yeah, watch me turn this world into a hand print The money made me hungry like I'm fastin' I see the stars lining up, I feel like NASA I seen my homies give up on me like a marriage I went back and counted up and no more stunting like my daddy, ah Then my bitches hit me up and said she love me like a daddy, ah Cuban bitch walking 'round my house like she live there Wake up in her mouth, she dribble like Sebastian Telfair I see y'all ain't playin' fair, I see you, you layin' there You see bitches everywhere, you might see them in Vanity Fair My homie got that Danity Kane Them shots like planes they landing here Oh yeah, and we got them bitches on that wifi It's a bird, it's a plane, them bitches sky high Back up off me motherfucker, whoa yeah yeah Me, T and Hoody feel like Dame, Hov and Ty-Ty

Me, Mack and Po feel like Lyor, Hov and Tata My bitch don't own panty hoes nor a bra top Roll up the windows in the Rolls, nigga hotbox Cut on some Drizzy in this bitch, we don't cha cha Whole time I was ready, ain't no cat and mouse in my fetti Ain't no Thomas, ain't no Jerry Ain't it really ain't no thang, you niggas really don't gang bang I'm with that mob smoking gas, ain't no limit on my tank Up, up, up and away, cup, cup, cuppin' all day We sipping that oil, we sipping that oil, more oil than Oil of Olay You killas don't play, kill 'em on sight in the middle of the day Shoot a nigga right in the middle of his face Bullet be biting like a venomous snake Pussy be tighter than traffic, LA We got that white, we traffic all day I went from Kool Aid and PBJ Now it's champagne and caviar steak But still reporting live from the gutter, bitch Before I fade away I hit 'em with the stutter step Yeah, now before I fade away I gotta stutter step Before I fade away I hit 'em with the stutter step I hustle like it's nothin', left my woman in her underwear My youngin don't wear underwear, I love my - Yeah I love my baby mothers, yeah, little hoody ain't no huggy bear I represent that grizzly bear, my neck look like a city fair Page out the Jungle Book, amazed is how your woman looks When she see me and all my niggas coming Afraid is how your gunners look, we take a finger, tongue or foot And mail it to your people, we mean business, get that understood Big ol' bag of fuckin' good, a little bad, a ton of good I'm pretty like Blair Underwood, she insecure, my gun secured okay I'm pretty like Blair Underwood, she insecure, my gun secured okay No ceilings3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Smoking on strong, money long, we don't reason Probably with my niggas, but my bitch Polynesian Met this bad little broad, she was curvy Sipped out in the middle of the day, I started early Balling in the middle of a drought, we ain't worried Middle finger up to the judge and I'm smirking Bring your squad cause you know my gang with me Drop the top on the car, let the tits breathe Diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds snatching Michael Myers, Norman Bates, Charles Manson Commas, commas, commas, commas, commas cashing We fight time and time and time and time and time and time Again I told my plug "You know what I need From you when I get on Yeah, uh Two bricks, a triple beam and a foam So I can make a storm like I usually do" Banging with my friends, nigga that's Soo-woo Calicoe spit like a Uzi do You'll be so hard to identify when you're Hit up from your arms to your corns and still bleeding All my niggas children of the corn like Stephen King - I met this broad she was curvy Bitch started twerking when them whips start urr-ing Getting money since 'Got Money' And if you real you could vouch for me I still need my Block Is Hot money I ain't fucking with these pussies like they got something Trampoline with the work, I got the block jumping I told my plug "You know what I need From you when I get on Yeah Two bricks, a triple beam and a foam So I can make a storm like I usually do" Bad bitch on my arm that's my new lil boo Pussy be so warm and it's Juicy Fruit Trampoline on this dick, I got her twat jumping Trampoline with the work, I got the block jumping Vaseline on a brick in case the cops coming Trafficking with the work in her bra for me Wearing lingerie and heels round the house for me Wearing lingerie and heels round the house for me All these bitches try'na chill then thaw out for me Trampoline with the work, I got the block jumping Got the block We sipping that dirty We sipping that dirty We sipping that dirty We sipping that dirty, you know Yeah This Gat pointed at your nose, nigga That vest can’t save your soul, no We sipping that dirty, yeah We doing them dirty

Haven't even heard from you You left the kids by they self They haven't even heard from you We put your wig on the shelf We unstable, yeah We unstable, yeah Your mama be afraid of us They haven't even heard from you, now they gotta search for you We unstable, yeah It ain't looking too good for you, too good for you You're ungrateful, yeah That's why I switched label, yeah I gotta live for myself, yeah I gotta give to myself, yeah Look at all the shit I gave you Look what I did for myself I never hid from myself, no I ain't got no ceilings, yeah I ain't got no feelings for them niggas, no I don't want no dealings with them niggas, no Ungrateful3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Working while they sleeping as usual Percocets, I eat them like chewables These niggas think they passed up, they think too much If these niggas get too gassed up, I bring a few pumps Yeah, Hershey chocolate candy skin, she ate all my nuts Yeah, wifey caught me slipping once, okay, more than once Yeah, we don't hit your block up, we blow that bitch up Cappin', talkin' big shit until that shit don't flush Yeah, they say my days are numbered, but I keep taking drugs Baby, I know you see these X pills, pleasе take one I'm a skater but I hеard your man a cheapskate, huh Heard he rattin', now they moving his release date, huh, snitch I just turned my main to my spouse Could've bought her ass the tote purse or pouch, bought a house Now baby got an ego twice the size of the crib Now she see what I'm saying, she got eyes in her ears Never turn your back on Weezy F B, God forbid I might have to do a bid if she left me, I forgive Twerkin', got a fatty in this bitch, doing butt flips Way she roll her hips make her body look like Sunchips Working out my demons, that's beautiful And bae off of that riesling, she super loose I'm smokin', she say pass it, she doing too much Haven't done my taxes, fuckin' with Trump She brought her skirt without the panties with the slit going up Nigga caught you looking at it, it's okay, don't touch Uh, someone bought the block up in Bel-Air, it was us Check the clock and hit the shot, I swear this shit too clutch Three hundred shots, let the sweeper ring 'Til I don't feel my fingers, lil' bitch, pewm Chicken pox on my trigger finger How my trigger finger still itch, pewm Copped three watches at the same time Nigga, we are not on the same time Shoulder strap on the strap, hangtime Got the 40 on me like St. Ides Granny, she was standing right there Mercedes car, they call her Mrs. Mercy Ever since the day I got her name tatted on my face, I been picture perfect Taliban, nigga, ISIS, hand to hand, switching prices Been dapper dan since the diaper, a gat, a bag, and a Bible Young Obama go dumb, Osama Hit him with the llama, he do the la bamba Trade the private jet for an Air Force bomber We could go to war like it's the Bahamas Lied to my hoes, never tell my mama Never tell my woes, lie to your honor Money long though, nigga, anaconda Let me add a comma I'm way too high for niggas at the bottom You a ladder climber I'm the best rapper, nigga, that's the obvious Got punchlines for you shadowboxers You a kitty cat, I'm catastrophic Rex 'bout to turn up, call up Roger New fettuccine, new lasagna Diamonds blinging so new they blind you Diamonds sing like Ja Rule and Mya, No Ceilings Three hundred shots, let the sweeper ring 'Til I don't feel my fingers, lil' bitch, pewm Chicken pox on my trigger finger How my trigger finger still itch, pewm Three hundred shots, let the sweeper ring 'Til I don't feel my fingers, lil' bitch, pewm Chicken pox on my trigger finger How my trigger finger still itch, pewm3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS>

This the remix, baby! Yeah! You already know what it is 'Cause if you don't you just don't know nothin Shit, period! Stupid You know me, I just be chilling in the Phantom, listening to opera Gun is my bodyguard, call it "Kevin Costner" Prolly won't stop if I get to poppin them shots You niggas is sweeter than a box of Red Hots Ha... Fuck around, see a flock of red dots Smoke good, eat good Only fuck a bitch if her throat good, feet good Just bought a Fleetwood And I'ma put some D's on that bitch Looking like I got a diamond disease on my wrist Fresh, bunch of little G's on my kicks I'm a dog, you're all a bunch of fleas on my dick Young Money, Cash Money And we gon' get the money, even if it kills y'all And I'ma ride 'til the motherfucking wheels off George Gervin, I'ma get my chill on I'm cold! Yeah, I get my Buffalo Bill on Beating up your block—yeah, I get my Emmett Till on In the New Edition—yeah, I get my Johnny Gill on Keep a shotgun—yeah, I get my Jayson Will on Fuck it, Swizz, I'm still going Black entertainment—yeah, I get my Steven Hill on Only to talk models—yeah, I get my Seal on Make that chick rock, get my Amil on Two girls, let 'em get they pill on Let 'em get they feel on, I get my tip drill on Hey, now why you that ice grill on? I leave you lookin like you got a barbecue grill on Yeah, we got money to the ceil-on Real nigga, I get my "Keep It Real" on And they be lying on wax, like a earphone Weezy Baby: the best from here on Swizz, I'm in gear, homes They in trouble, we gon' bubble like beer foam No homo, let 'em get they queer on No commercial, I just take the Lear home My girl, she get her Pam Grier on She don't touch me, I got cashmere on I ball, and you just Erick Dampier, dawg I'm dirty, I get my Bill Laimbeer on Weezy the Beast, Swizzy the Monster And we're gone! I'm stuffed1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> That's why your bitch want a real nigga like me That's why your bitch want a real nigga like me She want to give that pussy to a nigga like me She want to give that pussy to a nigga like me I be pimpin them hoes, I be pimpin them hoes I be pimpin them hoes, pimp-pimpin them hoes (I be workin them bitches, I be workin them bitches I be workin them bitches work workin them bitches) Weezy F. Baby, the mothafuckin Carter Bitches on my stick but my name ain't Harry Potter In fact I'm very hotter, your girl say the same And since we like to travel, she let us run a train And my defense put me in the Hall of Fame I make her turn over every time we play the game "My boy Wayne", ask them niggas how I came In a Ferrari, Jaguar switchin both lanes Living room in the kitchen on a plane I get from A to B so comfortably, I Do my thing, y'all niggas so plain I'm so fly, call me Soul Plane To him, I'm a killer, to her, I'm a lover I always wear a mask, and I always wear a rubber Yeah, I'm from the hood, but my crib in the suburbs They love a nigga VIBE, so thats why I got the cover My nigga Mack Maine is like a brother from another We from the same hood, we will kill a motherfucker We eat you niggas lunch, and to bitches I'm supper She ask me to go down, I'm like, "As long as I fuck her" I wear I lot of diamonds, see baby I'm a stunna So ride a nigga dick, for a baby-bear Hummer And homie, you can have her, cause I don't really want her You put the dick in her, I put that dick on her I'm hotter than fire, she wetter than a bitch These niggas really pussy, and I'm harder than my dick I show too much love for you to be a hater

I ain't home every day, but I'm gettin' my paper I know what's going on cause I'm the creator And since I'm so early, I holla at 'em later I sound like sex comin' through the fader Bitch, I'm the president, not the mayor That was a Fee and Weezy Baby collabo4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Damn, she bad Damn, she thick And I may not know her perfect But damn, she it And she thick, and she right Damn, she nice You can be my judge, baby, yeah, I'll do life, give me life And I know that you be dancing till your toes hurt But I can make your toes curl, I can make your soul jerk We can soul-search And I also got that street credit, I got more work— Than any dude you knew Girl, I am a Blood, soo-woo, ahaha! I hear you want somebody you can call "boo" I will change my name to "Boo," and fuck around and call you Now, what you wanna do? Haha Because whatever that may be, baby, I wan' do that, too And ooh, I could GPS you—ooh, what you going through? Like a pair of wet-and-sticky Vickies, girl, I'm on you Okay, ma, the mood is so right Light two and take flight My big bro T.I. is the king, I am your prince, your knight, right You don't need a Superman You just need a man like Weezy (Baby!) Haha! And I can make you feel the same way We can postpone and stay home like a rain-day "She'll have the salad, just put her on Wayne's plate" What you know 'bout having syrup poured on that pancake? Nasty as I wanna be, or nasty as you like me to— Be; I hope you like me too But now, you know I like you, too Three A.M. room service, serve ya You can be my dessert, be my caramel sherbet Call your mama, we can make a baby And the way you work that mic in the video is so (Crazy!) And that chair or stool move was cool You make me wanna "ooh!" But I'ma be cool, I need a moment I think you are the finest human on earth We can get together, I can help you with that homework Take your ass to school, too, boo Teach you all the rules you never knew We need a moment I could be your future, I could be your teacher Be your professor, write down this lecture You want some extra credit? Let me check your homework I could be your tutor and help you with exams No failing, or it's summertime for you, haha You got them "Goodies," and I got a sweet tooth Now, can y'all blame me? Shit, Hov got Bey And I just want Ci See, I just wan' see if you're taller than me No, really, I want see if you're my "Mrs. Carter"-to-be, haha Yeah, I know, this is pretty awkward for me But I just act like you are talking to me when you say... (Oh!) I mean everything that I say From the bottom of my heart I would never, never ever hurt you (I open my heart) Believe that, and I agree that Open up your heart to me and you won't get the key back Ms. Ciara, you are colder then blue And baby, I ain't talking to nobody else but (You) (There's nothing I won't do) There's nothing I won't do, baby (To spend my life with you) To spend my life with you (I'll give my all to you) I promise I will never lie to you, boy Yeah, Weezy F Who better? Who else? But me? Haha Hey, sweetheart, I don't care what nobody say Real niggas gon' respect it, you dig? Ayy, darling, you are all that! Whatever that is I'd sure like to know Let me cut that out man, ayy, straight up I just did this, mama, 'cause you— you deserve it Young Carter I'm out!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS>

<BOS> Cover my tracks like butter, so where the bread be? I see beef as dead meat "Who that, the president?" "Yeah, me" No one scare me And you ain't gotta double dare me, hear me? Loud and clearly, rats aren't near me Wiretap niggas get blood in they earpiece I'm from New Orleans, nowhere near peace Pure beast, fear-free, dear grief Catch up, bitch, I'm in gear three Zoom gone, see ya! Peace... drop one finger (Gangsta!) Fuck 'em and whoever made 'em! I will hurt whoever love 'em, cause I hate 'em Lookin' for a lady, high and sedated Got her to the pad, I don't know how a nigga made it She gave me relations, so now, we related The morning comes; the picture, faded I waited on my turn to burn, can I get a light? Little dog, bigger bite, Jackson Five, Little Mike Can I get a mic or a mic and a half That the Source owe me? Shout out to the editing staff, yeah I'm all grown, so much better with math I need a spread in the Forbes takin' a Benjamin bath, yeah I'm servin' this track like, Steffi Graf, yeah Roger Federer; there's no competitors Niggas know my rhetoric; bitches know my preference Young God, baby: all them other niggas reverends Sittin' in my big house surrounded by my weaponries I keep them away like I got leprosy Chopper right next to me, loaded up with pepper seeds Got an extra clip, but that's only for my especiallies, yeah (Dramatic, Dramatic) This is especially for you Just respect a nigga game, what kinda referee is you? Swallow your whistle, make a nigga ride with the pistol Cause the fakest niggas ride with the pistol Even if I die old, I'mma die with the pistol And if you stand over my body, I'll probably kill ya, yeah Now I feel it, Weezy the realest I wear a lot of Bathing Ape 'cause I be with gorillas, yeah He what they talkin' bout: topic of the conversation Product of determination, yeah Stop playin, you are not up in my situation I get money like a Caucasian The car red, so the car Cajun, stop hatin' Y'all ballers, I'm a sports agent Wait a minute, lemme translate it: It's Weezy Not-The-Father Motherfuckin' Baby12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> M-M-M-Murda (Hey) I had a Benz when you had a bike, uh All this cocaine got me actin' white You could ask Jada Pinkett, nigga, I'm a legend You could ask Chrissy Teigen, ask John Legend She say I got a vanilla aftertaste Cut his face, let him use his blood for his aftershave Harrell Park, it ain't nothin' like South Park Pistol whip you 'til you know the serial number by heart, damn Sit the chop on top your nose, if you sneeze, I squeeze (Smoke) Got them extra extendos, call them Eazy-Es Uzis, .223's, TEC's, semi-automatic, reflex Bullet ain't got no name, but these no-names ain't got no respect Put some respect on my name, don't know where I got that from Mad scientist in this bitch, don't even know what I'm mad for, woo 'Cause it's hard to ignore the bullshit when it can't flush, woo Tryna dodge and duck, but you can't duck, nigga, blaow Stunt, stunt, real deal Had the MAC-11, real, real Had to send your ass the real deal Had to send your ass the real deal Had to line 'em up, yeah, line 'em up You niggas quack me up, bah, Daffy, Donald Duck (Yeah, yeah) Stunt, stunt, real deal Had the MAC-11, real, real Had to send your ass the real deal Had to send your ass the real deal Had to line 'em up, I'ma nine 'em up These niggas quack me up, brrah, better Donald Duck Gas 'em up, I'ma fire 'em up, yeah Pack 'em up, I'ma pile 'em up, yeah Line 'em up, yeah, sign 'em up, yeah Line 'em up, I'm anonymous Leave out this bitch, comin' back with the dawgs I'm comin' back with the dawgs Go at my neck, I'm comin' back at your skull (Gone) I'm comin' back with her drawers Come back with the bag, the package and all, yeah I put the stash in the wall Thirty round dick, I'm jackin' it off, yeah 'Til ain't no more jacks in the cards

Aces and kings, blackest of hearts, yeah I played the hands I was taught Family man, your family involved, damn Family tree, branches gon' fall Actin' an ass, no actin' at all, no All of the cameras is off You fucked up the deal, look back at the mall, huh We dunk on 'em, back in the form I had a Benz when you had a bike, uh All this cocaine got me actin' white Ask Jada Pinkett, I'm a legend You could ask Chrissy Teigen, ask John Legend Stunt, stunt, real deal Had the MAC-11, real, real Had to send your ass the real deal Had to send your ass the real deal Had to line 'em up, yeah, sign 'em up These niggas quack me up (Quack me up), better Donald Duck (Yeah, yeah) Line 'em up, sign 'em up I'ma grind 'em up, I'ma fire 'em up Smoke, smoke (Gas 'em up), smoke, smoke (Pile 'em up) Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke Huh, huh, line 'em up, huh, blaow Smokin' Donald Duck I see you backin' up You better Donald Duck You niggas crack me up You better Donald Duck, blaow, blaow Line 'em up, grrt You better Donald Duck, yeah Gas 'em up, and I'ma fire 'em up, yeah Pack 'em up, and I'ma pile 'em up, smoke Funeral5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Thinkin About YouCome on, come on, come on, come Shout for the 17, shout for the Hollygrove Shout for the 17 I'mma take it uptown, uptown You dig You understand me Woke one morning Tears in my eyes And you had left me without a kiss or a note Or goodbye Now I got to learn to live alone But my heart can't take it I guess that's why I wait by the phone For a call, a call from you Sayin' she needs me back Just as much as I need you But I guess for the time, you need to stay away Let me tell you baby, now I'm thinkin' of you every day I'm thinkin' about you I'm thinkin' about you Oops upside your head I said oops upside your head I said feet, don't fail me now White man came down to my city On the corner And asked me what do I do I said, do what I wanna Said, do what I wanna I keep thinkin' 'bout the good times we had And how we let jealousy Turn all we had good into bad Now I realize If you just try it again Love will play out You'll be my girl I'll be your only man    3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up I tell you I love you I tell you I need you I say I won't leave you (Uh) I like when I'm faded, I'm so innovative Eatin' pussy at my dinner table, I been gettin' it catered Get the yayo, got me spendin' pesos, Benjamin tornado Count my blessings, this is what we pray for, everyone ain't able Drop her heart, just like a hot potato, I'm a sado She think she lit, I am fuego, keep that BS in her a-hole

'Cause I say so, and my bando, we just lay low Rub my back, ask how my day go I say I been on my J-O, she say, "Bae no" Say no mo', cause she go low, bless my woe-woe I say "uh-oh," she start slow-mo Once that coco start her mojo She gon' go-go She gon' deep throat 'til it's sore throat She go deep sleep, I go NoDoz Said "I love you," watch my nose grow Once that dope go, she go bozo Girl, I'm gone Hasta la vista, baby Hasta la vista, baby Hasta la vista, baby Hasta la vista, baby (Yuh) I tell you I love you, baby I tell you I need you, baby I say I won't leave you, baby (I say I won't leave you) Then I get amnesia, baby (Gone) Hasta la vista, baby (Gone) Hasta la vista, baby (Gone) Hasta la vista, baby (Gone) Hasta la vista, baby (Gone) I tell you I love you (I tell you I love you) I tell you I need you (I tell you I need you) I say I won't leave you (I say I won't leave you) And I get amnesia (And I get amnesia) I'm smokin' Keisha, baby (Keisha) I'm high as Felicia, baby (Felicia) I'ma find me a vegan baby (Gone) 'Cause I'm tired of this beefin', baby (Yuh) I tell you I love you, baby (I love you) I tell you I need you, baby (I need you) I say I won't leave you, baby (Won't leave you) I like when I'm faded (Gone) So outta here, keep that shit over there Where do we go from here Come to the end of the road Can't get the road repaired I am on Mars with a bitch in her underwear She take 'em off and then come back to Earth In a hundred years, you niggas Gummy Bears Rest in peace Rabbit I got the Lamborghini doors up like some bunny ears (Ahh) Bitch, best not jump in here Bitch, best not run in here talkin' crazy Get her walkin' papers See these married niggas makin' it hard for players But, see, the hardest players is too hard to play I give her dick and a couple ultimatums A cup of Bumbu and a cup of coffee later She do all the drugs, she do all the favors So we fuck now and we argue later Dick runnin' like an alternator I don't separate 'em, I just alternate 'em I got all the flavors, sit back enjoy the fruit of our labors You gon' tan that applebottom, it's gon' be orange later So I fucked the girl, wrote my number down On the morning paper, set it on the table Told her, "I'll be back" - Schwarzenegger Lil' mama, I'm gone (Gone) Hasta la vista, baby (Yah) Hasta la vista, baby (Yah) Hasta la vista, baby (Hasta la vista) Hasta la vista, baby (Yah) I tell you I love you, baby (I tell you I love you) I tell you I need you, baby (I tell you I need you) I say I won't leave you, baby (I say I won't leave you) I'm not gonna need you, baby (Gone) Hasta la vista, baby (Gone) Hasta la vista, baby (Gone) Hasta la vista, baby (Gone) Hasta la vista, baby (Gone) I tell you I love you (I tell you I love you) I tell you I need you (I tell you I need you - Hey!) I say I won't leave you (I say I won't leave you) I'm not gonna need you (Gone) Hasta la vista, baby (Gone) Hasta la vista, baby (Gone) Hasta la vista, baby (Gone) Hasta la vista, baby (Gone) I tell you I love you (I tell you I love you) I tell you I need you (I tell you I need you) I say I won't leave you (I say I won't leave you) I'm not gonna need you (I'm not gonna need you)6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here? We been out here Gangsta, Gangsta Gri-zillz!

6 shit Quality street music! (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Never 'bout a bitch, it's 'bout a check, my nigga Never 'bout the bitch, about to check my nigga, that's my nigga! Make me do construction in your section, nigga Rari' doin' donuts, that's my breakfast, nigga Okay, you got soldiers, I got veterans, nigga And I got that white like One Direction nigga, Kesha, nigga Only God can judge you, I must sentence you to death, my nigga Yeah, and you are not a topic in my section, nigga Math teacher taught me how to count my fucking blessings, nigga Got married to the fucking mob when I met it, nigga Everybody cried at my motherfucking wedding, nigga Everybody 5 in my motherfucking section, nigga Hoodybaby 6, so numbers lying in my sections, nigga Still got them Bloods, like a vessel nigga, that's right, nigga Tell a blind nigga, "Watch your step, my nigga" Left-right, nigga, whoa, I let my niggas glow My niggas don't speak, "Bap, bap, bap", quote, un-quote Never had cold feet, stepping out moving snow Cut the heads off the sheep and sit 'em all around the GOAT O-M-W, BMW, N-E-W I got that R-A-W, for the L-O-W That's non-refundable, that's L-A-W And we hate deductibles, like police hate untouchables They see me in a car then they F-O-L-L-O-W I drive S-L-O-W, with that B-L-O-W I like it very colorful when it come to my jungle juice I'm out here yelling "Fuck a truce!" If he gon' act like Mother Goose, whoa It's never 'bout the kids, about the pets, my nigga, no It's right between the ears, above the neck, my nigga, whoa It's very quiet, when you hear the weapons, nigga, shh They verify you by your dental records, nigga 6 shit Fuck the city up, and I got the glizzy tucked (Baow!) Dick hanging from the mop, look like a billy club Fliest niggas from the city, bitch, that's really us (geah!) You pussies talking, boo! boo! boo!, now you really fucked Ridin' in the range with Maine, we switch lanes (Maine!) With my bottom bitch, walked the beach in Biscayne (Rrah!) Real P shit, that's that M.O.B. shit Look at me now, these pussies said I wasn't gon' be shit (Ah!) Yeah, got a homie named Trel from Hoover, he might shoot you Red rag hangin' out my right pocket, but I'll blues you (Doot!) When them roosters touch down We make them bitches cock-a-doodle (Woo-woo!) Take a shot at me over a beat, bitch, I'ma shoot you Got a bitch named Vicky, she pretty, she keep me stiffy Glock .40 in her purse, don't tempt me, her finger itchy (Ayy) She ride so I keep her with me, she shy, but not with that glizzy She high from hittin' the blizzy, eyes red like Trippie (Trippie!) Hoody rollin' up, that boy smoke like a hippie (Hippie!) Fill my double cup up with mud, that's right, I'm sipping Yeah, retarded with it, I just might be the hardest with it And you a rat, you be politickin' with the Sarge, Lieutenant Fuck all you bitches! Gudda! Six shit Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> The streets gonna always be fucked up now Now put Lil' Mack on the map if he walk it off Now put Lil' Spitta on the map if he walk it off Now put Lil' Poo on the map if he walk it off Say put Lil' Fee on the map if he walk it off Say put E.I. on the map if he walk it off Kay put Lil' Drew on the map if he walk it off Say put Lil' Marc on the map if he walk it off I'ma.....I'ma I'ma good lookin' rapper I ain't tryin' to stunt I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't tryin' to stunt Bitch I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't tryin to front I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't tryin' to front Ho I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't lyin' to you I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't lyin' to you You might see me in a Bentley painted royal blue With the white interior on a set of 22's I'mma jalapeno boy, hot as Cayenne pepper I'm from New Orleans City, but I’ll take her to wherever I'm tougher than leather, I'm smoother than Suede Always never broke, ‘cause I'm usually paid Got the Rover with the cage kinda brown, off-beige Everybody look at me, like I'm riding on stage Gotta woman named Sage, she twice my age Every time she hit me up she send a picture, with a page I ain't tryin’ to fall in love, I ain't tryin’ get engaged You can meet me at the alter when a nigga really dead Every time I'm tryin’ to leave she beggin’ me to stay And I politely fade away like my name was M.J

And she wrote me a note, guess what that note says? Well, I hope you still like me but I go both ways And then I say Oh, then I say Okay Stabbed them up and got the fuck like my name was O.J If you lookin’ for some money bitch my name is no way Not tomorrow not today, not yes-terday I'm Mr. President as they say And that Phantom fits me like it’s tailor-made I can take on a war, nigga bombs-away I been in the water fucking all the Marmalades If you lookin’ for some money, bitch my name is no way Not tomorrow not today, not yes-terday I'ma good lookin' rapper I ain't tryin' to stunt I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't tryin' to stunt Bitch I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't tryin to front I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't tryin' to front Ho I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't lyin' to you I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't lyin' to you You might see me in a Bentley painted royal blue With the white interior on a set of 22's Last week I met a bitch, but I forgot her name Short sweet, red cute, ole vibrant thang She got a earring in her pussy, ‘n’ everywhere else She said she jog everyday so she can cum on herself Then she tell me my love is the best she's felt And she sucked my dick like it’s about to melt She drink Vitamin Water, say it’s good for her health She can wrap my whole dick around her waist like a belt Then there’s another bitch, her name was Ayesha She ride that dick good and make a mean cheese pizza One time it was so good, I told her to order one mo' She said it’s not Domino's -- its DiGiorno's There’s another bitch I met her at the Gong Show Got her to the crib and turned it straight into a thong show She do my dishes, wash my clothes and fix my corn rows She do my dishes, wash my clothes and fix my corn rows I can't forget about my bitch named Meaty-boo She’s a young project bitch, I used to bring that hoe to school So I brung her to the school we standing on the yard The bitch asked me if I was from the 17th ward Niggas came out the cut and started muggin’ me up I grabbed the clip out my pocket and made them cowards duck And I told my old lady "I’ll be back, you see" And hit me up on my cell phone if niggas lookin’ for me, cause I'ma good lookin' rapper I ain't tryin' to stunt I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't tryin' to stunt Bitch I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't tryin to front I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't tryin' to front Ho I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't lyin' to you I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't lyin' to you You might see me in a Bentley painted royal blue With the white interior on a set of 22's Now chicks gotta ride, twerk, jerk, giddy up Jump, bounce on the dick and get the fuck, get the fuck Chicks gotta ride, twerk, jerk, giddy up Jump, bounce on the dick and get the fuck, get the fuck My name is Lil Weezy, they say I'm off the heezy And I tell the dog ho, don't-dont you be greedy My name is Lil Weezy, they say I'm off the heezy And I tell the dog ho, don't-don’t you be greedy Don’t don't you be greedy, don’t don't you be greedy Bitch, don't you be greedy, don’t don't you be greedy ‘Cuz its Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat on them dog hoes Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat on the dog hoes Dem hoes, they mad Dem hoes, they mad Now put Lil’ Wayne on the map cause he walk it off (ha ha ha ha) Bitch I'ma good lookin' rapper I ain't tryin' to stunt I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't tryin' to stunt Bitch I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't tryin to front I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't tryin' to front Ho I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't lyin' to you I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't lyin' to you You might see me in a Bentley painted royal blue With the white interior on a set of 22's Dedication 2 Straight from the Carter 2 So much money off the Carter 2 So much money off the Carter 1 So much money ‘cause I'm Birdman son Don't hate, don't hate, don't hate I'mma good lookin’ rapper I ain't tryin’ to stunt8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Lil' mama not no thief, she not no thief Steal a show, she still a ho, yeah She steal a show, she still a ho Yeah, hah Tony

Check the vernacular It ain't no room, so she lapping up (Lap) Shawty a Blood and I'm Dracula (Drac') In a Tom Ford and I'm blacking up (Black) In a Maybach and I'm backing up (Back) Either protect or attackin' us (Uh) I just might buy her a Acura (Uh) Tell her to drive it to Africa (Damn) This how a rich nigga take the trash out, but I'm not a janitor (Nah) I'm an ex-drug dealer (Yeah) Get a rush when the egg sizzle Pocket full of dead people She mine, I don't share people If the feds watch me, they can see how many times I done fed people (Tell 'em) I hit, but I can't date you, baby You on the side like a baked potato You look crazy, I don't wanna change you If you a car, I would candy paint you That's a bar, that's an indicator Deep breath, hyperventilation Shorty gon' share that throat (Throat) She got the best, let's vote (Vote), yeah And nigga, if you know your ho, that ho a ho You know that ho gon' ho for sure, for sure, for sure She up next and she finna blow, still the same ho Kissing on you with the same throat If you know you know, that ho a ho That ho is still gon' ho for sure, for sure, for sure She up next and she finna blow, she still the same ho Kissing on you with the same throat Shorty not a thief, but she steal a show, but she still a ho I'ma need a million dollar bitch and a million more She know I'm a million dollar nigga with a million hoes Chillin' way up in my condominium on the millionth floor She said that these niggas broke, they make her sick, she healing slow She said she sick and tired of being sick and tired like Mystikal I got cash from years ago, I ball 'til my Achilles tore You say you stackin' money to the roof, lil' boy, your ceilings low She been catching feelings though She been all in my business like Siri though I don't believe in no miracles She swallow my bacterials I fucked your ho, conduct your ho If you don't believe it, there's video That ain't your ho, that was your ho She just a ho, she been a ho And nigga, if you know your ho, that ho a ho You know that ho gon' ho for sure, for sure, for sure She up next and she finna blow, still the same ho Kissing on you with the same throat If you know you know, that ho a ho That ho is still gon' ho for sure, for sure, for sure She up next and she finna blow, she still the same ho Kissing on you with the same throat Lil' mama not no thief (She ain't no thief), not no thief Steal a show, but she still a ho (Yeah), yeah She steal a show, but she still a ho (Yeah) I just might buy her a Acura (Uh) Tell her to drive it to Africa (What?)3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> No ceilings No ceilings No ceilings My ceiling drop, my ceiling drop Ayy, my milly rock, my milly pop (Bop!) Them niggas ain't hot, they petty wap Sippin' Barney, smokin' Baby Bop She's performing on the table top Steph Curry, boy, I'll take the shot (Bop-bop) Then I'll pull off and wave goodbye I'm ready for the war, I'm not afraid to die My niggas wild like Omega Psi My bitches screamin' "Ooh-la-la" I tell my demons "Kumbaya" Them sticks go "Boo-ya-ka" Make a nigga say "Uhh na-na-na-na-na" I got money on my mental Got them niggas in my rear view I'm a dog, I'm a dog Rottweilin' on these Shih tzu's Drop dollars on your temple Pop collars like a pistol Drive back and forth for codeine Put some mileage on the rental Money talks like Jimmy Kimmel Jimmy Fallon and Jay Leno I'm straight N.O., the U-N-O Fast life, so uptempo

Ooh-wee, Presidential In the Backwood, eating Mentos Smoke that loud like crescendos Rep the Mob like De Niro Fucking like a nympho Save her info like a hero Write your name on a bullet She wrote my name on her dildo Smoking on that kill though Got me happier than Gilmo' I'm in chill mode, I'm in pill mode I just fucked your fucking ear hole No ceilings, woah No ceilings Yeah, two Yeah, two Holler at them bitches, Lucci Lou Give a fuck about you haters More concerned with stacking paper Smoking bog and sipping Lakers Watch your girl 'cause I can take her Drop the top, no ceilings As I'm plottin' on millions With my niggas in this bitch They like "Fuck it Lucci, get 'em" I'm from that East side of New Orleans Polo T's and Jordans Where niggas dream to push foreigns And all the hoes want ballers I got the cheapest price on pearly white If you need it, nigga, just call us Long as you talking them dollars I got it, nigga, just holler Still no job – bitch, I ain't hurtin' Put a ho on the stroll and told her "Get to workin'" She dropped a Xanny in his drink, the Rolly in her purse Then brought it back to Daddy, man I swear this pimpin' work I pop the clutch and hit the gas, I love the way it skrrt She popped a bean and poppin' ass, can't keep it in her skirt I beat it up, she eat it up, no feelings It's Lucci Lou and Tunechi, nigga, no ceilings No ceilings, bih, like an astronaut Turk and Wayne back at it, nigga, we ain't gon' stop Thuggin' nigga, it's thug life, 2Pac My youngin with me, they stay strapped with two Glocks I'm Molly turnt, but so uptown, throwing threes up like slime Pussy nigga keep hating on me, keep hating, I ain't got time Too busy chasing this paper, got money on my mind Fuck you and your favors, know you seen my grind I kicked the habit, never thought I could That shit had me since fourteen I was shooting up, nigga, on tour, fucking up my dreams Fucking off my green, fucking off with these hoes Could've died over a million times, I swear only God knows Now I'm back nigga, like a hungry dog at the doorstep, let's eat Tell you pussy niggas that slept on me "Hope you bitches die in your sleep" Free my brother BG I'ma scream the shit til he hit the streets Til my brother Ralo RIP, I got that nigga That's YNT No ceilings, yeah, nigga, nigga No ceilings, yeah, fuck with me it be a killin' Yeah, Young Turk, nigga I'm Mister YNT, nigga13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (Oh no, no, oh, no, no, oh, no, no) Haha, cut the music up please (Oh no, no, oh, no, no, oh, no, no) Hahaha, yeah I play the bullshit from the backseat, champ Yeah, I'm in the backseat, still got the seat back Feet back, stay from where the fake be at Niggas snitch for the shine, where the patience at? Nigga make his own brother face his back Give love, then take it back Good grief, man, this world is quite heavy on my aching back Cops killing for crack, you know the story, snakes eat rats Face the facts, you can't change him Can't shoot it if you can't aim it Can't miss him, if he kill you, then you can't blame him That's just how the dice roll when you can't fade 'em Get too deep up in that water and they can't save you Me, I come out of that water like I was just bathin' And watch my step on the wet pavement, yeah I'm from the hood, so I rep 'em where I can't take em "Hollygrove, Hollygrove," was his last statement So nigga, get that look off your face And recognize you got a crook in the place They call me W-E-E-crooked letter-Y, I'm so high

I skeet-skeet in any nigga dime like she's mine Street-sweeper in the back of the hatch, make me pop the latch Leave you bloody with the cops to match Bullet holes in your speakers from the chopper blast Like, haha, ah That's bullet holes in your sneakers, got you hoppin' back It all stop when they hit you in your top and back No cockin' back, silly motherfucker, you ain't heard 'bout this The clips hang down to the dick That's an automatic shotty from a drum they call Tommy Guaranteed to get you bitches from by me When I hit every piece of your visible body, he leakin' Mortimer is no longer leapin', he's sleepin' While you pussy niggas is sleepin', I'm thinkin' Deep in thought, the boy ain't even winkin' Bob Marley got me stinkin' Stackin' figures, I'm standing firm, life's a Slinky Pipes is filled with crack cocaine And the dope go inside of the veins From where I came Though I bear a name only one can live with Coach, they won't knock me off my pivot, forget it I'm sicker with it, pick a city, buy a condo Find a fine ho, let some time go, chill What you know about a bongo having her mind go Over a convo about dough? Nothing Man, the four-wheelers look so good on the sand Tee or tank top, pocket fan No pocketknife, no handgun in sight Just that rat-tat, tat, tat-tat-t-tat-tat, boom Haha, tonight, I might just boost my feature price 'Cause to each his own, and the lights is bright And I'm feeling like Mike at a Tyson fight I'm from Cita house, Big Mama's house She told me to shoot you right after I knock you out And he ain't gettin' up after them shots if you hit him in the right spot Hold up, the beat might drop (Oh no, no, oh, no, no, oh, no, no) (Oh no, no, oh, no, no, oh, no, no)3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (Metro Boomin want some more, nigga) Fuck with me wrong and get hit up We hit every block and we hit all your men up She do every squat and she do every sit up She dance everyday and she pick every bit up I work everyday and I sip when I get up You heard what I say, yeah I sip when I get up And work everyday, I'm a hell of a nigga Smokin' that loud, it just yell at a nigga Confidence high, I'm a arrogant nigga These bitches do not want a regular nigga My slime got them bricks doing estimates, nigga That's numbers and squares like a calendar, nigga That's numbers and squares like a calendar, nigga None of you squares wanna battle lil nigga Cause shots come from nowhere like, Bop! Abracadabra, nigga Hold up I fuck a clit up on everything I put some sip up in everything You hit your bitch up, she never came She was with me up in Neverland I hit your clique up and everything I take two clips up in everything I'm coming, I'm shooting up everything I just bought my woman some Vera Wang I just bought myself Alexander Wang I just bought myself some new Louis frames I got 'em prescribed cause I'm blind as fuck Or is it that I just don't wanna see you again? Got 'em prescribed I got a prescription I got a prescription I got a prescription... I fuck a clit up on everything Tie my bitch up to the bed frame 22.5 for the Venus 11 flat for the Serena Drink codeine like it's Aquafina My bitch jalapena I come from Mars, I come from Ms. Cita Fresh out the womb I knew I was a leader Who keeping score 'cause I beat 'em And I got some really big wings Flying over New Orleans I pull some really big strings My wingspan like Yao Ming My eyes tight like Yao Ming I smoke some really big greens I sip the whole sixteen I saw a mill' at fifteen And still got really big dreams

Your bitch a really big fiend Your bitch a really big fan But I ain't got no ceilings I ain't got no ceilings I ain't got no ceilings I ain't got no ceilings Man, what a high Born to be alive I'm sippin' lean And TMZ said I died (damn) I run with bitch-slappers Your hate don't impact us Our bitches' dick-grabbers Your bitches' pic-snappers You just a camera rapper But we don't point cameras at you We point them hammers at you More bullets than hammer dancers We take the pineapple And we fill it with purple, we never settle We take the Mac-11 We point that bitch straight at your cerebellum Bah! Yeah, and this world is mines Yeah, I'm gettin' mines Yeah, I'm sippin' lines Sippin', oh we talkin' lean? Oh, we talkin' lean?! Oh, you pourin' up? Finna fall asleep?! Look at the smile on me Spent a couple hundred thou' on it And the game been drove me crazy Over hundred thousand miles on me Damn, said she gonna lie for me I said you just lied to me She tell me that's my pussy I say bitch you just lied to me That's why I fuck 'em all Still love 'em all With a rubber off Cause they husbands' dogs And to top it off All the tops is off And it's winter season But the seats is heated And I got some really big wings I got a really big regime Been part of some really big schemes I just popped a really big bean I just popped a really big bean I rock some really big bling I sleep on a really big king With a really thick queen I sleep with a really thick queen On a really big king She belt out really big screams She say I got a really big ting She say I'm doing really big things I should be doing really big scenes On a really big screen You see, I got really big dreams And what a grind... I fuck a clit up on everything I put some sip up in everything I put some sip up in everything I put some sip up in everything No Ceilings25EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Dedicated! Free my nigga Meek Mill! D6! I walk inside the strip club buy what I want then I go hey All this snow up in my house these bitches call me Coldplay Walk inside the strip club give the baddest one a big hug She know daddy been a real one aimin' at a nigga ear drums I don't have to beat to my own Don't have to keep my eyes on your rhinestones Take yo' watch and kill you if the time wrong, so pop off We gon' kill a watch dog 'til the top dog knock a opp off Set his ass on fire I smell popcorn I walk inside the strip club buy what I want then I go hey All this white up in my house these bitches call me Colgate Walk inside the strip club buy what I want then I go hey All this snow up in my house these bitches call me cold case Wait I fuck yo' ho Hol' on hol' up wait no they don't go they fucked the GOAT (Brr) hello hello hello hello I fucked yo' bae Just like Jodeci she tryna stay I said okay

Okay okay okay okay I been a real nigga since a mini lil' nigga Pullin' choppers like a dentist lil' nigga In my skinnies lil' nigga, lookin' skinny lil' nigga Fuck a limit lil' nigga like the Millers lil' nigga Doin' business lil' nigga, risky business lil' nigga Own plane wit my own flight attendants lil' nigga Life is splendid lil' nigga, fuck yo' hoe, now yo' hoe on blow I swear I make her snort more blow than Pinocchio, okay! I walk inside the strip club buy what I want then I go hey It's all these hoes and only me you bitches gotta rotate Walk inside the plug house buy what I want then I dip, hey All this coco in my bando bitches call me milkshake Wait I fuck yo' hoe, now yo' hoe won't go Hol' up wait I fuck yo' hoe, now you yo-ho bro Hol' up wait I fuck yo' hoe, now that hoe on dope I know you know I know you know I know I know I know I know you know my niggas shooters Don't fuck wit' computers, ugliness is cuter And all this shit from Cuba, throwin' parties in the sewer Actavis and Buddah, the dancers doin' maneuvers Come shake hands wit' Freddy Kreuger Woah I walk up in the strip club buy what I want then I go hey I give all my hoes the green light them hoes call me no brakes Walk up in a night club pick who I want then I go hey All these dick riders in here I don't have time for road rage Walk up in the strip club buy who I want then I go hey Bitches know I keep that 'cane on me they call me old head Walk up in the strip club buy who I want then I go hey I live in Miami but the bitches call me Snowflake Hol' up wait a second, you know what I make a second, nigga All my pockets pregnant, nigga, all yo' pockets naked Got the sauce I got the method And of course I gotta spread it on that presidential kush I'm in here coughin' at election Hol' up presidential rollie, Clinton, Obama, Reagan It's all about a check, just in case you checkin' Got a suitcase full of weapons just in case you trippin' Niggas out here building cases well I like to plead guilty Like yo' wifey knees filthy and she likes my seeds milky I'm a king but can't deal me underpaid but overwhelming, wait Lit, and my homies they some livewires, quick to do a drive by Wherever you got Wi-Fi, lit, like a powerline Get right in a line of fire Cocaine on the table make her get down to the bottom line Men lie, women lie, people live and lie Some people cross the line knowing it's the finish line Some even walk the line knowing it's the thinnest line Puttin' they life on the line then they just forget they lines Some people get in line, some try to skip the line Me I'm in the lunch line, starving like it's dinner time Before the begin of time, I been in a different time She pay yo ass little mind, you pay that hoe rent on time Damn, slime it's Carter 5 time, give me high five, my fire high I'm waving bye bye, to the fireflies I got guys on your guys guys, and your guys guys R.I.P. to Soulja Slim, soldiers die tryin', damn Purple heart, purple drank, better yet ultraviolet Couple bitches one Tunechi I let 'em argue 'bout it, damn I ran out coke last week and now it's time to re-up All these keys in this Prius now this bitch a Kia Pray for Cita, the kids and the work Pray that none of my niggas get murked Pray that enemy bitch ain't a nurse Pray that one day I get reimbursed Pray that one day I get reimbursed Pray that one day I get what I'm worth Niggas wanna taste victory first, gotta work to have it for dessert Bust a nigga head in the mall, shoot a nigga head 'til it's off Throw a nigga head to the dogs, can't we all just get along? A hearts for wings to fly, I bought them dreams alive I pulled my team aside to get they finger size You shoulda seen they eyes, I got them rings to shine You bet that we would die, the whole casino tried Oh but when we arrived, the whole arena cried I swallow my pride and drive you crazy yeah I drink and drive Pile of coke on the table break it down and put it in single files It's Weezy F. Baby and she know that F is for her freaky side 6 shit Yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah That's some 6 shi' Umm to help these multiple generations that look at me as the reason they started rapping or the reason why they rap and into music is ... uh ... it's unexplainable. There isn't a word for it. You can't describe the feeling. Um if there, you know what I mean, there's words that's probably close to it, and when I say close I mean light years away from it, words like amazing, awesome, that's probably the closest, and like I said, that's light years away from the feeling, you know what I mean. I can't explain it, it's crazy just to turn on the television, just to see my own children walk inside and be like, you know what I mean, singing something you know like what is you talking about right now, what are you singing, what are you listening to on that iPad, what are you watching? And they be like "such and such" and I be like, you know, what is that, and they be like, you know what I mean, "he loves you Daddy, he loves you Daddy, he always shouting you out Daddy, he always..." and that's when they put me on, you know what I mean. I just sounded so old just now told you how my kids be, man Drama if you keep that shit, dawg you bad, that should let you know that you're older than me1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Ear Drummers Think that's it, ayy I think that's it You see the light Mike Will Made-It You see the light Yeah That's it