Lyrics:
what?, Look I ain't have nothin' to do with killin'
(Baby)
Slow down, I'm talking bout some get money shit an how its gonna go down
(Lil Wayne)
Well
was gon' pull it up now, did cha?
Besides, dat's my lil' hommie pullin' dat trigga
I hit the mall by my self, the hood by my self
When I'm in L.A. I
Me and Lil Wayne keep it real like we supposed to
It's a few niggas carros (???) that i get close to
Any other I put a slug above their shoulder
It
A real nigga trill nigga pull out and get debated
I keep waiting
I hear your name in the papers
[Hook][Lil Wayne & Petey Pablo]
They call me young
dykes, I'm on that Mary-fucking-Jane (Gangsta)
This shit so "Tom and Jerry" to Lil Wayne
And you MCs are just milk and cherries to Lil Wayne
Haha
If you want it, boy, you sure can get it
You ain't heard
It's Cash Money and that Carolina, nigga
They call me gangsta, gangsta (yeah)
Weezy,
smoked out, I'm by myself
Bithc, I'm a king no matter how the cards are dealt
It's Young Money or it's take money
Long hair don't care, call me jake sully
Squad!
It's fuckin' TR3YWAY
Farid Bang, what's poppin'?
Shout out to SCH
Capo, let it breathe!
Juh-Dee on the beat
Helal Money Kartell, die
(This a Big E beat)
"Young Money All-Stars" on the way
Put the party in the bag, now hand it over
Aight, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait
forget tha west side, Bankhead what up
... (gangsta grizzile!) shout to Adams Vile,
shout out to ma nigga Taylor Road,
[Lil Wayne:]
Hay my name Wayne
back
I trap by day, boy, rap by night
C-Bone in this bitch, College Park trump tight
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Do you
I'ma tell y'all like this (yeah)
I learn something new every day (What it do?)
More money, more problems!
Haha! Ayy, you already know
(Gangsta
K, K, K, K, K
Time and time again, I gotta grab my phone and call Lil Wayne
"Let me use your throwaway, 'cause niggas out here playin', man"
They
I got a whole lot of money, pop that pussy for me
My homie got that yopper, he a-bang it at a copper
Ayy, gangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta
a scene
You lil boyz want to be grown, and you're still in your teens
(chorus [Lil' Wayne])
Look, you lil boyz better slow down
Up in tha mornin', in
bust
Dudes know to uh respect my fucking mind
Girls know off top bitch I'm blind
No hate, I can't see you niggas firing
Free Lil Wayne, Cash Money sling
Woo! Ha ha haha
I got a whole lotta money
Pop that pussy for me
My homie got that yopper
He a bang it at a copper
Ayy, gangsta party, gangsta party
Arkansas, Carolina to Kentucky
Dem Boyz got golds, candy paint on buttons
Even doe Lil Wayne, and Baby like to stunt
They still stayed humble and Cash Money
shit, gangsta shit, gangsta
All I know is gangsta
Gangsta, soldier, fruity fruit rolled up
Young Dro, yeah, but all goddamn grown up
10 a ki now,
[Swiss Beats] Money, cars, clothes, hoes [x2]
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
[Lil Wayne] Mr Angel on the beat
Young mula baby, and the devil
Surrounded by niggaz but now mutha fuckaz down to waste your back.
Chorus
Death row is bitches
Wanna be gangstas
Them niggaz just snitches
Death row is
A lot more rich and a whole lot smarter
Wayne in ya brain, young Carter (all I can see is the time)
Wayne in ya brain, young Carter
Well I got it,
the Rockaway
I was raised by Hip-Hop Tupac Mac Dre
West side, I ain't a crip or a blood but my gang with me
I was raised by Hip-Hop Tupac Lil Wayne
I was
shit, gangsta shit, gangsta
All I know is gangsta
Gangsta, soldier, fruity fruit rolled up
Young Dro, yeah, but all goddamn grown up
10 a ki now,
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