Show em what you got baby Show em you the shit Go on throw it to the wall, somthing gonna stick, believe that F-ck these other bitches don't trip You'
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
You know what it is Its your boy back in the building This right here is one of them, one of them You know what im talkin bout [Chorus] Down Here we
[Chorus] X2 Fire flame, flame, fire flame spitters Fire flame, flame, fire flame spitters Bitch we the business, hundred million dollars Bitch we the
hey, yo i don't give a fuck who with em I want em all dead let the mack eleven conversate with his forhead i wanna see your thoughs splattas bitch i put
[T-Pain & Smoke- Chorus] And you if give a f-ck that your firends stuck up and she don't wanna mess up her hair and if you wanna f-ck, like I wanna f-
Cut the music up, please Yeah, I should never leave hip-hop Controlled by my two hands, they go tik-tok Around the clock, yes, it's my time, my throne
Uh, 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,
Happy ass Weezy, never in a bad mood 3boy I talk sh-t like I swallowed a bathroom girl give me vacuum, do it til her lips drool the ice in your fridge
[Lil Wayne] Okay, okay, okay Mhm mhm I killed that shit man That right there that was easy man Gimme something else Drama I'm on fire Man watch this
What is it that I haven't done yet ahhh Grammys, ahhh emi, ha angelina jolie, katie holmes, martha stewart, oprah winfrey mama blanco (laughs), sarah
Young Mula Cash Money mafia (Yeah) Weed and syrup It's Weezy Baby (Who?) Strapped like the navy (What) Ridin' with a half a brick strapped to her baby
, lizards But 'round here, snitches don't exist like wizards Hoe this ain't punch, I'm sippin' on some sizzurp I roll a fat joint, and do my fingers like scissors Da
niggaz ain't lawyers And everybody saw ya and ain't that a bi--h Ha, Wizzle F Baby, fa ya muhfuckin' neck nigga Got Streets in da buildin' Gotti in the
Bitch im back on my grizzy, Young money where ya at?, Two tables and a mic, Tell the Dj run it back, Bitch im back on my grizzy, Young money where ya
Young Money Cash Money Dipset Byrdgang We A Team Baby Welcome To Dipset Baby [Lil' Wayne:] Okay, My Leather So Soft But Don't Think I Ain't Hard Bitch
Push Impalas and Caprice's (Believe that daddy) Starch flat no creases (Believe that daddy) Got that work, you a D boy (Believe that daddy) You a H O
if you cant take the heat get out the kitchen lil wayne verse 2: I'm Feelin like a Black Republican Tote a mac in da public and act so southern
