Lyrics:
everybody wanna rap a pam pam
Dem dey call me Lil Wayne call me young money
Cuz I dey for black buddy black buddy
Anytime I look at my life I want to cry
strapped wit'
That MAC Maine, and they hate fags
You prolly have a seizure like Lil'
Wayne when they skate past
Nigga, you softer than a premature baby ass
double R, suicide doors
Floreat nigga
Lifestyle Upgraded
Rich nigga like lil Wayne
Lifestyle upgraded
Getting money everyday
Lifestyle upgraded ehn
in pimpin
We might got the same car
But my rims different
Plus a sexy lil fine bitch come with it
Young Money we the flyest crew (flyest crew)
Rappers
MMM
MMM
MMM
She only want you for the money the cars and the clothes
The way she brought up that just seems to be all that she knows
This a girl
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 click
I would say "fuck ya" but go
gon' never have shit, you ain't gon' be shit
God told me you gon' be shit
Ayy, I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes
Couple thousand
muthafuckas know they clique ain't older than mine
Chorus [Lil' Wayne]
Nigga it's that U.P.T., where we be all the time
You find big bodies and dead bodies
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 click
I would say "fuck ya" but go
my chain boy
Scream Cash Money and this is Lil Wayne boy
If you want talk you die quick in tha dark
We said we was gone ball till
We fall it ain't my
shit right
Like 2 chains had to realize
If its white buy it by the pounds
I don't do it slaying it in town
Money stacking like the lego bricks
I sign
[Lil Wayne]
Got a early call from Kisha
Kisha wanted me to meet her
She said she thought it was time to make the relationship get deeper
Said
feel me
Lil n**** we don't rock the same clothes, f*** the same hoes
'Cause it's levels to this s***
Lil n**** we don't drive the same whips, we
- chopper city in the ghetto, my man
Now who that be in the car with the chopper? Oh, it's Lil' Wayne
I get my K - cock, aim, and put holes in your
could outshine we
Tha whole CMR, CMR family
[Lil' Wayne]
Look, it's little rhymecholy
Legendary like "bymolly"
17 ward superstar, feel me
I tell
[Lil' Wayne]
What, what what, what, huh
Huh, huh, Big Tymers, huh
Better act like you know it
I be comin wit' it
And you saw Wayne from a distance
dogs like I'm making Chinese, food
Rude only when I gotta be
Sometimes I gotta tell myself
Not to bother me
"Tell Lil Wayne not to bother Weez!"
Shawty
[Intro]
Lil Wayne: yea
Juelz Santana: uhh uhh uhh uhh
Lil Wayne: yea
Juelz Santana: I cant feel my face,
yea, I make the sound so beautiful, u did
having hella clothes
And I bang Rich Gang to the core
I turned my ruby stone to a charm
It go one time for the money
Two times for the show
Three
drank
(Yea, yea)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't
(Uh-huh)
I'ma dog, I love hoes
(Yea, yea)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big
me
Lil nigga we don't rock the same clothes, fuck the same hoes
'Cause its levels to this shit
Lil nigga we don't drive the same whips, we don't fuck
feel me
Lil nigga we don't rock the same clothes, fuck the same hoes
'Cause its levels to this shit
Lil nigga we don't drive the same whips, we
said, we surrounded by ice
[Chorus: x2]
[Lil Wayne]
Whoa whoa whoa
Now I'm shining baby glossing
Big tymin stuntin and flossing
Lamborghini
girl gang
Money game money game
Lil bitch it's a money thang
Wrist on icebox
I got diamonds I got gold
cll my girls makin' money
Movin' coke by
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