Lyrics:
You know me can't get caught without my chopper
Lil' weak wit fifty I'm itching to see I got cha
B.G. labeled as a bust back nigga
Can't let yo
We turn this bitch into SOCOM 2
I'm the best rapper alive, Lil Wayne's migraine
Jay-Z's headache, touchin what the lead ain't
Motherfuck your feelings,
spit that ill flow and make niggas sick
Better tell that groupie bitch to chill, ho, if they on that shit
See the fitted cap, I keep it real raw, stay
Is that Chris?
I'm a player, big dog, real pimp
You get played by a hoe, you a simp
In the club with a stick, got a limp
Can't fuck with these
that
Yeah, what's happening, baby? I'm Lil Wayne from New Orleans
Fresh out the navy, now the captain of my own team
Hop in this machine, vanish
that
Yeah, what's happening, baby? I'm Lil Wayne from New Orleans
Fresh out the navy, now the captain of my own team
Hop in this machine, vanish
[Intro: (Wyclef Jean (Lil Wayne))]
Some live for the bill
Some kill for the bill
She wined for the bill
Grind for the bill
(and she used to be
hurting, man that's part of the fame
So you got a little verse and now you stunting like Wayne?
Yeah, you young, but yo money ain't stacked like Wayne
See
mood swings
Make em Say damn no Hussein
Always the victim Bruce Wayne
Always with the kidding boo thang
You raid the stores like a Viking
You gonna
[Mr. Shadow]
Quivole Mr. Shadow Lil Rob VMF
On the board for the 98 and it won't stop
Check It
[Mr. Shadow]
It is I the unfadable lyricist
Bringin
is right (yeah, yee, yeah, ayy, ayy)
No Ceilings 3, Lil Wayne
(Lil Wayne) on my daddy soul
That nigga shirt says the
Best rapper alive with
A picture of me on that motherfucker
(Richie Rich)
Started chasing
automatic (Automatic)
No blue lights but they parting in traffic (They gone)
Ain’t no pimp but I’m workin these ratchets (These hoes)
Hollows had lunch so
niggas ridaz.
Check it.
[Chorus]
All of my niggas ridaz.
Small time grindas, pimps and big timers.
Whether it's heiron or hemp wit China.
you pimp a few bitches, oh yes indeed
Anything to help a young player succeed
And to keep fillin' up my pocket with cheese
So follow my lead and let's
got my gun, nigga
And if you heard that "click clack"
You better run, nigga
Yes I'm back
Yeah I'm back, speaking all facts
Every time I hear y'all lil
sound like I'm that nigga
That's because I am, I am
Pinkies up, pour that brown up in that pimp cup
Cause player shit only happens 'round here (Yea)
Hey
even see me now
7th grade she aint want to eat by me she tryna eat me now
cint nothing less than a king in me tried to tell these niggas not to leave me
the homies, that's on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' these cold streets
Don't we live by it, die by it, then reincarnate
And if Game told me, "Drive by it," I
show
Because my tongue is actually fast but then again it's slow
See yo (Throw it bro) you say cheeka-boo
A name pertained for niggas who WHO
Who
I never felt better, Never have, Never will, (Holla)
I mean all I see is money, I got a see-Note between my eyes, (It's Real)
Please feel me, Sqad
Had To Pay cttention How I'm FED!!
My Niggas, Was Talking That (White Fettuccine) No Lil Wayne (Earn Spaghetti!)
cttach To The “Dolla Sign” I Tell Em
don't know what you came to see
Nigga just out here feeding my kids
Throw up the duece and let me slide on by
Cause everybody wants to be a tough guy
hard got the fuckin sun hatin on me
Everywhere I go man I always keep my 30 on me
Cheese in my pocket lil baby this ain't Macaroni
Bitch I'm 24 I'mma
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