Lyrics:
Dogg Status, I got Big Dogg Status
I got Big Dogg Status, I got Big Dogg Status
[Verse: Lil Wayne]
I Been doing this shit, nigga who are you
Little
talents to Spain (yeah)
I had to swerve, they was all in my lane (skrrt)
On a Tsunami, yeah, like wave
I bought the map (uh), Bruce Wayne (Bruce Wayne
want it (yeah)
I be so high 'til the morning (what)
I be on drugs and I'm a stoner (yeah)
All these boys copy me (Lil Uzi)
Walk around in my clothes
fresh I guess that why she get my flavor
You a pill popper bitch so do us all a favor
[Chorus x2]
[Lil Wayne]
Um, well it's the libra baby now come play
Of the platinum
Six figure condo I just trashed it
My brain say keep on check Cashin
Money stashing
Money stashed in the walls and in the mattress
100k car so many
don't wanna hear that thing talk
Let the king talk, check the price and pay attention
Lil Wayne, that's what they gotta say or mention
I'm like Nevada
Too face
No way
New kicks
Lou Kang
All black
Bruce Wayne
I rock out
Coldplay
Too face
No way
New kicks
Lou Kang
All black
Bruce Wayne
I rock out
loot
I won't stop rappin', I don't stop rappin'
I got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin'
We some presidential players, with money by
I make momma proud, Just like Penny
All my wishes coming true, Like i'm Timmy
I'm 20, Like Ray baby
Need a milli, Lil Wayne
You saving hoes, Bruce
A nigga that wanna go get that new Lexus jeep
Lil Wayne,
Uh-huh, what kinda nigga got 10 round his neck, wha?
20 on his wrist, ha?
Money by the stretch ha?
a text back from Lil Wayne
A hundred grand followers
That's the lil fame all about you!
Every other city we go
Every other video (It's all about you)
No
a lil' money, got a lot more colder (colder)
My top don't roll up, it fold up (fold up)
My money don't fold up, it build up
You niggas ain't fly, get
call it
[Pimp C]
Grippin' grain, switchin' lanes, sellin' cocaine outta' candy thang
Jammin' Lil' Wayne, gotta trunk of bang, 'cause I'ma "Hot Boy",
call it
[Pimp C]
Grippin' grain, switchin' lanes, sellin' cocaine outta' candy thang
Jammin' Lil' Wayne, gotta trunk of bang, 'cause I'ma "Hot Boy",
call it
[Pimp C]
Grippin' grain, switchin' lanes, sellin' cocaine outta' candy thang
Jammin' Lil' Wayne, gotta trunk of bang, 'cause I'ma "Hot Boy",
(Aye), Lil Crank topper noen charts Aye)
Dette her føles så rart, føler jeg er midt i en car chase (Vroom vroom)
Ouu, føler jeg er midt i en car chase, car
don't stop rappin
[TS] I got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
[MJ] I drive fast cars, eat lunch by lakes
[MJ] and meet a hundred different
Be On)
The Dollas & The Cars & The Clothes
Fuck the bitches and the hoes, I just want the money nigga
Okay I’m Whippin in a Foreign, Right next
Weezy what up pop what up pop
Fuck what they heard it's what
They need to know nigga
(They sayin' C-A-R T-E-R, yep)
Ya feel me hey nigga we done
our own code, now our cars come with sports mode (sports mode)
Lot of bumps in the road, marijuana gotta be rolled
Love the money, but my family's
nigga mind ya own bidness
I'm on a roll, having dreams, i could sell out shows
Yeah i got goals, I want cars, hoes, money, clothes
I keep my friends near,
We got that green stuff, Big Tite
Lil Flip the Leprechaun, Slim Thug the Boss Hogg
Fin to put it all in why'all face
I got too much money, too
don't wanna be famous
Fame, money, cars, clothes
I don't wanna be famous
Fame, money, stars, shows
I don't wanna be famous
Fame, money, cars, clothes
I
what I'm talkin' 'bout? Hypnotize Minds, yeah
You see me in this new car, this what money do
You see me shinin' like a star, this what money do
I
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