BLUNT BLOWIN 

Yea
Put my shades on
Uh
I live it up like these are my last days
If time is money, I'm an hour past paid
Uhh, gunpowder in my hourglass
Niggas faker than some flour in the powder bag
Yea, I put it down like my hands hurtin'
I'm on a natural high, but I land perfect
Some of us are lovers; most of ya'll haters
But I put up a wall and they just wallpaper
So love or hate me; I stay hate free
They say we learn from mistakes
Well that's why they mistake me
I got some weight on my shoulders
To me it's like feathers
All hail Weezy, call it bad weather
I stick to the script; I memorize the lines
Cuz life is a movie that I've seen too many times
You're on the outside lookin' in, close the blinds
And they say never say never, but, fuck your nevermind
I been gone too long
True or false, right or wrong
Haha, hello Weezy, welcome home
Yea, and I'ma

Blunt blowin',
Polo draws showin'
I don't give a lovely motherfuck-ass nigga
With my money growin'
No matter where you goin'
You don't need a bus pass
For me to bust your ass nigga
I'ma
Blunt blowin',
Polo draws showin'
I -I don't give a lovely motherfuck-ass nigga
With my money blowin'
Don't matter I got more and
You don't need a bus pass
For me to bust your ass nigga

Stunna, I got 'em
I'm back on them bitches
All about my riches
My name should be Richard
Cut the bullshit out
I'm Edward with the scissors
Life is a choice, and death is a decision
Times have changed
Well, fuck it, get a new watch
I still got the vision like a line between two dots
Young Money's eatin', the label gettin' fatter
And yea the tables turn, but I'm still sittin' at 'em
I'm a bad muthafucka cuz the good die young
Everybody selling dreams, I'm too cheap to buy one
Man when that cookie crumble, everybody want a crumb
Shoot that hummingbird down, hummingbird don't hum
Yea, big money, big money, deep pockets
Money talks and motherfuckas eavesdropping
Bunch of bloods, you can call it blood clottin'
East side, My Piru Damu, I'ma
Blunt blowin',
Polo draws showin'
I don't give a lovely motherfuck-ass nigga
With my teeth glowin'
I'm on my Deebow and
You don't need a bus pass
For me to bust your ass nigga
I'ma
Blunt blowin',
Polo draws showin'
I -I don't give a lovely mother fuck-ass nigga
With my money blowin'
No matter where you goin'
You don't need a bus pass
For me to bust your ass nigga

OK, light the Ashton Kusher
I'm a limit pusher
See ya'll dead meat, and me I'm just a butcher
Do it for the money, man I am such a hooker
And freedom was my girl, until they fuckin' took her
You could look into the future, it's right behind your eyelids
But I don't wanna know, cuz, shit I like surprises
Why that, why this? Why you on that why shit?
Mutherfucker ask me why, I say YM
Beach bum, call me Ocean Drive, Slim
Drop the top, look up and make the sky grin
Young Mula, skinnies and some supras
Belly of the beast til it puke us, motherfucka

Blunt blowin',
Polo draws showin'
I don't give a lovely mother fuck-ass nigga
With my teeth glowin'
I'm on my Deebow and
You don't need a bus pass
You need to bust your ass nigga
I'ma
Blunt blowin',
Polo draws showin'
I -I don't give a lovely motherfuck-ass nigga
With my money blowin'
No matter where you goin'
You don't need a bus pass
For me to bust your ass nigga

Now I've been gone too long
True or false, right or wrong
Yea I've been gone too long
True or false, right or wrong
Said I've been gone too long
True or false, right or wrong
Haha, Hello Weezy, Welcome Home

It's Young Mula Baby (Mula baby)
Young Mula Baby (Young Mula baby)
Bitch I been gone too long
True or false, right or wrong
Haha, Hello Weezy, Welcome Home

Yea

BM J.R. 

[Baby Talking]
Yea shorty, you know what I'm talking bout'
I peep these niggaz out here they slipping like they ain't bout
money no more man, so what fuck
You know what we gon' do ha?
We gon' do what we been doing nigga
We gon' load up, get a lot mo' and a lot mo' and say fuck em'
Nigga
Keep fucking hoes
Loading up on mo' bitches
Then you know what I'm saying, we gon' get greedy too nigga
I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind
[Lil Wayne] I GOT IT
I GOT IT

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Murder capital, only key to survive is kill
If the elements don't murder you the riders will fo real
And niggas know I goes hard to the fullest
Get involved and I got' em' playing dodge ball with bullets
Yeah
I got the sawed-off fully, in the sean john hoody,
Get fucked ya play pussy
We hit em' up when they ain't looking and them body shots hurt
but the head shots took him
Damn
And if the read dot spot him then the hollow head got him
Knock his top to his bottom jack
You see me grind to the bottom just to make it to the bottom
At the very bottom of the map
Lou-easy-ana piranhas everywhere you at
You gotta wear an extra condom and an extra gat
You bitch could get it for acting like a man
Them niggaz in Pakistan ain't packin' like ya man
I backwards hand ya man on command
In front of niggaz he cool with the boys on fan
I'm on, I adjust in different climates, ducking the animal keeper, running wit
my primates
You ain't did it till you done it like in 5 states,
Weezy hustle no blubber I put on weight
And in a drought I go on I diet and stretch more
Loose all that weight, leave a nigga with stretch marks
You don't even come up to a nigga chest paw, supa,
what the fuck they play it in the club for ?
Real shit I'm ducking bombs from a drug war,
no religion but the cops swear that I'm a drug lord
Father forgive em' for they no not who they pushing lord
Father forgive me if I have to send them to ya lord
I'm just trying to dodge the shots they send to the god
They riding up highway to heaven boulevard
Damn, them niggaz pussy and jive, not even in an eye exam they ain't looking for "I"
The A and the K will make ya face crook to the side
Now when you smiling everybody gotta look from the side
Cause when you wilding you ain't looking, you just looking high
and when we hungry you look like pie
Sweet potato ass nigga, you lemon merangue, apple custard, cherry jelly
Don't make me get the biscuit buster
What up gizzle you my distant brother
Real shit nigga same father different mother, yep
I skip the fronting and sticks to keeping it trill
You not know me for nothing other than people you feel, I'm deeper for real
I'm deeper than skills, my speeches can kill
Rest in peace

[Baby talking]
Yeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,
If you bout money nigga come fuck with us,
if you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga
And whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya
Order bitch, ya underdig
Put ya prints in nigga
Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
Ay, ay
You sleep in a field for trying the dude
I bust ya head until the meat turns ya mind to food
Food for thought, think, I ain't lying to you
I lie his body in grease set fire to him
I tie his body in sheets, put the tires to him
Make him feel the escalade, put his feet in the blade
Damn
I'm near heating and blaze a nigga keep they ways when I'm in the streets with blades
Watch, my nigga hungry, he'll eat the plate
And if I ask, the homeboy will eat'cha face
yea
And though he got me, you can ask, I'm like a pool table
I keep the eight
Haha
My side pocket sideways when I pop it leave a nigga sideways for five days
Birdman talk to em'

[Baby talking]
Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty
If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us

[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
Ay, ay,
Check my swag, I travel like sound dog
You play hard in the gravel like ground dog
I'm underground call me groundhog
Lay down lawgs call me ground law
but Don't confuse me with the law, naw but just confuse me with my paw
Because I am the Birdman J-R
I ain't tripping nigga, I play the corner like ripkin nigga
With the 40 cal ripkin nigga, rip a nigga
Flip ya vehicle, split ya windshield
Wack ya Baby momma but I let the kid live
And people say that I am a kid still, cause the lil nigga still rides on big wheels
You feeling animal then come on and get killed
And sig pill bandannas like banana's
Say I'm slight bananas I blow a weekend in Havana
In my cabana with my bottom bitch from savanna
Man a train couldn't stop ya man
I man up and you not a man
I stand up, say I got my land
I'm the man of my land
Call it lil-weezy-ana
Thats the new plan

[Baby talking]
Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga
Thats the only way
Dumb shit we bout that get at me
Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga

BOOM 

Yeah
Tell 'em
Yeah
Weezy bad
Naw really I'm good
Sound like a T-Rex live under my hood
thata i know the tech live under my seat
Put you in the ground
Now you live under my feet
All white diamonds on the front of my teeth
And you better put the O in front of my G
The bullshit they talking don't come to my knee
I'm like a linebacker don't run it by me
My two best friends will accompany me
And right now they are in my dungaree sleep
One name Mack one name Nenna
They hit you make you do the Macarenna
Where you tools
you gonna need like a motherfucker
And I'm so New Orleans like a motherfucker
It's young money and we eating get you own suppa
Make me go off to the trunk and get the bone crusher

techs ak's i leave the scene ugly
Chest head face - arm leg stomach
I never been afraid I ain't scared of nothing
Because I got my thang my thang my thang
And that bitch go boom
Boom [5x]
You hear them girls like boom
Boom [5x]
Yeah
They like the way I ball they call me hot sauce
They no keep that toaster you can be my pop-tart
I never had height but boy I got heart
I ain't gotta speak I just let my car talk
I got more clips than any movie you saw
I pull up on you like I need some grey poupon
Car hat no but I got the tool on
And you should be my paper if ever the tool drawn
Yeah
Flow retarded when I spit I get my drool on
I don't rap I just shit like the newborn
I don't write I just spit like a tooth gone
So tell them haters cut it out like a coupon
How come that japper sound like a new bomb
Little nigga gotta hold the bitch wit two arms
I got that heat the fire and the lukewarm
I'm on you heal like a shoe horn

techs aks i leave the scene ugly
Chest head face - arm leg stomach
I never been afraid I ain't scared of nothing
Because I got my thang my thang my thang
And that bitch go boom
Boom [5x]
You hear them girls like boom
Boom [5x]

BRAND NEW 


Ya

UH HUH

[Chorus:]
Ridin' 'round the city with some brand new heat
Brand new car, brand new feet
Brand new seats, brand new smell, put out the roach, light a brand new L
Fuck you bitch, I'm actin' brand new
Fuck you bitch, my shirt brand new
Fuck you bitch, my shoes brand new
Fuck you bitch, I'm actin' brand new

[Verse 1:]
I'm cold like a midnight in Aspen
I am the president and the assassin
Cameras, on big lights, action
Welcome to the show, I am the main attraction
Money in the mattress, money in the attic
Money on my mind, money is my habit
Stay on the grind until the money's automatic
Bitch I love money I'm a fucking fanactic
All day strapped grip tight, graspin'
Say what? Who me? Click-Clack, blast 'em
Chrome 24's tires thin like napkins
Gotta ride big cuz i am like a captain
You know i'm a boss, chillen, relaxin
Probably in my office, doin' my taxes
You little niggas so not in my bracket,
And I don't even have time to practice

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
I got ice, ridiculous price
Your camera has never saw a picture this nice (Hmm)
I'm fishin and the bitches will bite
It's prolly cuz my game is fixin in tight, Right
I'm fuckin every bad bitch twice
And if she does'nt wear panties then I'll fuck her on sight
I'm nasty like spice
I know what she likes
I can make a black women scream like she white
I can make a white women scream like Mike
But before she start singin', she gotta check my Mic
Niggas just hatin'
And I dun lost sight
It's like i don't see 'em I only see the night
You talkin that shit but you boys just hype
I hope you bring a gun to the fight Aight?
Louis V tennis shoes, big brown stripe
You think you fresh, Nigga I'm ripe

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Brand new coupe, drivin' crazy then the mother's
Sittin' low in the seats with the burner sittin' under
Got my tank top toppe on it
Prolly ain't summer
But I ride like that cuz I'm hotter than the others
Damn, theres no keepin up with the brother man
I can spell my name in burnt rubber
I'm gone
Leave me alone
Now the dog is at supper
You can wash my plate an put it back in the cupboard
I'm so far ahead of them suckers
Im gonna have to start rappin' in numbers
I promise the flows don't stop they come rappin like thunder
I bet you hide under your covers

[Chorus]

BREAK ME OFF 

(Lil Wayne talking)
We have them bitches like it was unplugged
Its Weezy Wee, Mannie Fresh, and Unplugged
We have them bitches like it was unplugged
Weezy, Fresh, and Unplugged

Verse 1:
(Lil Wayne)
Give me a big fine bitch in a dress
One put them lips in effect
Suck the dick 'til the shit in her chest
You can piss on her brest
I like that shit
Project hoes like that dick, Don't bite that dick
Give me a Spanish sweet hoe
Black from Puerto Rico
Freak ho, Specialize in givin' me deep throat
Really dont care how short how plump, short or thick
Give me head, Don't care, Swallow cum don't spit
Aww shit, I like them Jamicians and them Hatians
Niggas can't take it when they shake an make me rape 'em
White girl's I video tape 'em and they enjoy it
They love it when everybody saw it
Its off tha chain
High yellow Mexican bitches they all for brain
But watch them hoes who want the change
Its not a game
Or short cuban hoe, With a fat ass though
An I'll keep the bitch just like Fidel Castro

Chorus:
(UnPlugged)
Tell me what you like
Let me tell you what I like
You goin' on an breakin' me off by the end of the night
You can ride with me
Cause I like ya Simmon's jeans
Ain't tryin' to make a love scene
Truly I just want you to break me off

Verse 2:
(Lil Wanye)
Weezy the hottest
Drinkin' Barcadi
I stream through the scene on a Lincon on Robbers
Lookin' for the finest dime, To wine and dine
Later on I'm tryin' to climb behind ya spine
Hold up lil mama, Slow ya ass down
Pick it up, Throw ya ass down
Now throw ya ass around
An scream me name
I can't hear you say it louder what (Wayne, Wayne)
A damn shame
Better watch that boy he nasty
I strap on a plastic
Break ya off like elastic
Put the dick in the middle, Make it wiggle for ya'll
Might be small, But that dick ain't little at all
I like a short thick broad, Fat ass an shit
Like Taso flip like Trina The Baddest Bitch
Matter of fact when I see her, Pull her Over like a cop
Juve coulda Backed It Up an I woulda Dropped It Like Its Hot
Ha Ha, Ya heard me
Ha Ha, Unplugged

(Chorus)

Verse 3:
(Mannie Fresh)
I like them big, round, yellow and brown
A bitch that take it from the back and make the (Ugh Ugh) sound
Now you can bounce, slide, drop, giddy up, giddy up
Now you can ride til you feel it hit a nut, hit a nut
Bounce for ya hood, Shake for ya baby daddy
Twerk for that nigga who got you pregnant in the Caddy
Slide with the KY, Hold up ???
My bitch got thong, You bitch got drawls
My chick like to swallow, Yo chick like to spit
If yo chick was my chick I'd still love that bitch
Hold up, Chill out, Wait a minute stop
My Ginseng, Viagra, and a Strawberry pop
See I'm feelin' kinda bold, Why don't ya bring a friend
From vigina to the asshole do it again
I want a yucky down misses bout whatever
Yo mama loved a Tymer, Now you welcome
You ok Lil mama and I love that chick
But deep down inside I just love me dick

(Chorus 4x)

BREAK UP 

[Lil Wayne]
Nice tires on da ghini,
you should wanna king me
Brain dead flow, vegetable zukini
I live on the beach,
she walk around in her bikini
Girls are like a school,
and cut em like seniors
Im here to distinguish,
the bears from the penguins
Life is such a gap,
get some money in between it
Glocs like police,
pumps like fenas
This beat gettin totaled,
Pam,Keisha,Kema
Sittin on da World,
thinkin bout a girl
Pistol on my side,
paint you like mural
Dig in my pocket,
pulled out the party
Be cool before you get stumped and pulled out the party
Ha Ha Hollygrove shit, im on my Hollygrove shit
Lookin for a bad bitch, I give her dinosaur dick
Big bad flow Weezy, fuck the polices
Church like a choir and a couple of old priests
Elevator in my crib cause its five floors
Im not expectin you to have one inside yours hahe
Vince Young, suicide doors, haha,
life?s a bitch, now die for her.

[Short Dawg]
I have the type of flow n-ggas don?t have to like,
my rhymes is ambidextrous so I don?t have to write,
the way I?m eating n-ggas wish they had my appetite,
straight up out of Texas and I?m major like apple white,
I pull four then I hit the exit door,
take a trip to Macy?s cop the whole second floor,
hood smell the scent of money coming out my pours,
yeah my pockets full of dead people like a morgue, bore,
I made it from a flyer to the forbes, (see me)
Young Elvis Freshly, yes he flyer than the store,
dropping babys out and your chicks cheek, kicks neat,
got your son looking up to me like I?m 6 feet,
your daughter need someone to save her, not me,
I knocking hoes down like Laila Ali,
try he and imma put the toaster to ya kidney,
then I pull off in a Bentley top open like a chimney,
damn, its no ceilings like a Colosseum,
candy slab, paint dripping like gonorrhea,
the way Im leaning I?m annoyed if I stand still,
flow harder than an anvil,
short (short)

[Gudda Gudda]
Ok, its Gudda hoe,
all about my bills like buffalo,
your b-tch under my sheets,
I heard she was an undercover hoe,
purple got me moving slow,
like I?m in a snail race,
pop pop pop 3 shots to the head,
then I pick up my shell case,
leave em with a pale face,
yes, I am a young money goon,
your girl like a motion picture she be coming soon,
i do a certain rule, i pop her like balloons,
I dance her of to Mills and drop her off the tune,
couple screws lose, wanna play with him,
this is No Ceilings b-tch, ruthless like a stadium,
we shut down every f-cking spot these b-tches see us in,
you want us club, well n-gga pay us then,
all grey BM, Im getting from my baby M,
she told us get the money and count it for me when I rake it in,
don?t play no games hoe,
you know my name hoe,
G-U-D-D-A propane flow

BREAKIN' MY HEART 

(feat. Little Brother)

Hey baby look here, I got this new song I wrote, it's got that nice slow groove that everybody dancin' to, and when I play it, it kinda remind me of me and you. I mean, there's one more thing I want to talk about. It's time for you to come home, everybody got their problems I'm dealing with mine. I done gave up them narcotics, I'm a changed man.

[Bridge:]
She loves me, she loves me not.

[Verse 1: Little Brother]
How many ways can I say I'm done fishin'.
You wanted the role, smash the audition.
Havin' a partner for a man in my position eliminates the cooks in the kitchen.
Still I got a taste for that fast food, foreign cars, many women.
And some say it's the life I was given.
I say it don't matter if I work at Mc-E-D's.
I still got a fix for what you got between ya knees.
On a new broad, you still one to one.
Every once in again I like havin' some fun.
No disrespect intended but what's done is done.
Women steppin' out for love, men do what to come.
Not a playa like Pun, but when shorties get the grabbin' on me.
The last thought I get is Koobie run.
To them girls wishin' on a star that's will stun.
But I gotta tell it like it is hun, one.

[Chorus x2: Lil Brother First, Lil Wayne Second]
She say she love me, won't leave me, won't ever let me go.
But if you're thinkin' of leaving you need to let me know.
We better together then further apart, so darlin' don't go breakin' my heart.

[Verse 2: Lil Brother]
We was high school sweethearts, talkin' since we was teens.
Every morning, and every evening.
Ten years later she eatin' that mean cuisine.
I'm on the field, straight gone of that creatine.
In the NFL which mean Not For Long.
City to city, all the groupies they hop along.
Word get back to wifey, she like "Stop the song,"
I'm takin' the kids to my mommas, I'm out, I'm gone.
Momma was like Baby now I hate to see your tears.
But I've been with your daddy for 'bout 35 years.
And in my day I had to turn a blind eye to cheating.
But I ain't never had to wear no black eye from beatings.
As long as he doing right, by you and your kids.
How you gon' expect that man not to be who he is.
I ain't sayin' that it's right but we often pay the price.
Cause a womens life is love, a mans love is life.
And he gon' live it to the fullest, and I ain't tryna pull you down or sound like a broken record.
But you should know by now that all niggas is dogs.
Better to have a rich pit then a broke german shepard.

[Chorus: x2]
She say she love me, won't leave me, won't ever let me go.
But if you're thinkin' of leaving you need to let me know.
We better together then further apart, so darlin' don't go breakin' my heart.

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I say I don't have nothin' if I don't have you.
Like Shadai, we got the sweetest taboo.
And my game is skin deep, like your first tattoo.
I gets all in ya head just like shampoo.
I just wanna fuck with you like rude polices.
I don't want a broken heart because I lose the pieces.
Hey, girl don't play with my gangsta.
And have the boy blue like a Texas Ranger.
And I know cheaters never get crowned.
So I play "fair" like roller coasters and clowns.
You gotta hold ya soldier down.
Even when the war is lookin' it is right around the corner.
And you don't want to leave me, believe me.
Cause I could turn you on like a personal TV.
It's young weezy, I know what ya thought.
But I'm just here to play my part, so don't go breakin' my heart.

[Chorus x2: Lil Wayne First, Lil Brother Second]
She say she love me, won't leave me, won't ever let me go.
But if you're thinkin' of leaving you need to let me know.
We better together then further apart, so darlin' don't go breakin' my heart

BRING IT BACK 

(feat. Mannie Fresh)

[Mannie Fresh]
Ladies and gentlemen,
People with jobs,
People without jobs,
Middle class,
Upper class,
High class, all dat,
Cats, snakes, chickens, ducks,
Elderly people and twerkers

Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump,
Put ya back in,
Back out
Do da hump.
Put ya hands on ya knees
And bend ya rump,
Put ya back in,
Back out do da hump,

[Lil Wayne]
Well, I'm fly as son of a gun a son
Of a Stunna, (yep)
High as a 757 goin to heaven, WHO?
Weezy F ya reverend preach about me I'm da god 1-7 apple and E
I'm da Cash Money Makaveli
Yall aint ready, QUICK, FAST, like Tom Petty,
Ya'll just petty
82' I was born ready,
I'm too ready,
Ya'll Betty Crocker balla blockas, I'm too heavy
Meatball Lamborghini,
Top spaghetti,
Seats Ragu,
Uh 20 inch shoe, Ooo
Me and you got plenty to do,
I don't need no pool I'm swimmin in you,
And I sleep with da sharks,
Shorty on da water water,
IN a BEAMER 8 hundred 40
Mama Shake somthin fo' me,
And it dont make sense if it don't make dat money,
Ima take dat money,...I'm SHOWIN CASH MONEY

[Mannie Fresh]
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump,
Put ya back in, Back out
Do da hump.
Put ya hands on ya knees
And bend ya rump,
Put ya back in,Back out
Do da hump,

[Lil Wayne]
(WARDY, WARDETTES) I bring it back to da bottom of da map,
I(WARDY, WARDETTES) I bring it back to da bottom of da map,
(WARDY, WARDETTES) I bring it back to da bottom of da map,
(WARDY, WARDETTES) I bring it back to da bottom of da map,

[Lil Wayne]
I take off my brim,
Moment of silence of my homeboy Souljah Slim (yeh)
Frontin roun' here will get ya back dropped off,
We do our own thing
We dont act like yall
I say black white walls wit da back wiped off
Ah, ya'll lil' bustas just a tax write off
I'm a stand up guy, not da type dat
Fall
We dont breed them kind, but they bleed just fine
Yup, Weezy da one only read between da line,
If you can't boy, read ma nine,
I'm goin hard in da paint like Diesel time,
Either I'm da illest cat doin' it or these cats is losin it
I be Eazy, fall back and be coo wit it,
Paul Barrer is movin it,
Dead float I'm through with it
I'm da SHH,
Na, na, I'm sewerage
Weezy F, baby, I do dis here!!

[Mannie Fresh]
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump,
Put ya back in, Back out
Do da hump.
Put ya hands on ya knees
And bend ya rump,
Put ya back in,Back out
Do da hump,

[Lil Wayne]
(WARDY, WARDETTES) I bring it back to da bottom of da map,
I(WARDY, WARDETTES) I bring it back to da bottom of da map,
(WARDY, WARDETTES) I bring it back to da bottom of da map,
(WARDY, WARDETTES) I bring it back to da bottom of da map,


[Lil Wayne]
I'm old school gangsta,
MACK like 80's,
I look like Cita but act like Baby yep
You play with me I'll react like da Navy,
Nah, betta yet da ARMY, yall gon' need dem fo' me yep
And ya head is a bleepin' target,
You don't want me to see you with my peekin' tourmis,
Izzle Fizzle, I keep in New Orleans,
Sleepin with women that sleep with da Hornets
Country boy is somethin foreign,
About a hundred thousand
More than what your in
Your not BOUT IT,
You freeze up like Popsicles,
Pop up on bicycles,
Pop ya'll like spot pimples (yup)
WIZzle Fizzle, Original HOT BIZZLE,
Still Lil' Wayne but da dividends not LITTLE,
Yeah, don't be surprised how that CROWN FIT HIM,
Uhh get down, uhh get down,
Man I'm gettin frustrated

[Mannie Fresh]
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump,
Put ya back in, Back out
Do da hump.
Put ya hands on ya knees
And bend ya rump,
Put ya back in, Back out
Do da hump,

[Lil Wayne]
(WARDY, WARDETTES) I bring it back to da bottom of da map,
I(WARDY, WARDETTES) I bring it back to da bottom of da map,
(WARDY, WARDETTES) I bring it back to da bottom of da map,
(WARDY, WARDETTES) I bring it back to da bottom of da map,


[Lil Wayne talking]
Best rapper alive,
Since da best rapper retired,
(uhh yeh yeh yeh)
Best rapper alive,
Since da best rapper retired,

BROWN PAPER BAG 

(feat. Young Jeezy, Juelz Santana & others)

[DJ Khaled]
DJ Khaled, we're the best, nigga we're the best man
Whoo we nikka (listen)

[Young Jeezy]
Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really wanna talk money?
Shit real that's all I could tell 'em
Just rap 'em up good so the dogs can't smell 'em c'mon

Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
Brown paper bag (yo Khaled I'm so focused homie I can see clearly now you all ready know what it is)

Thank god for those days, thank god for those nights
Though it might seem wrong thank god for that white
They use to call me the pirex kid, aka young arm and hammer
In the kitchen with the pots yeah work the glass
Hard on 'em pimp yeah I work the task
And when they came in we unpacked 'em all
Broke 'em all down and unrapped 'em all
Just two words nigga duffelbags I just know it so well
I can't help but brag, old man got 10 mail man got 3
And just your luck the rap game got me hold up

[Juelz Santana]
Here we go again just spent a hundred of that brown paper
Bag money all on timbs, and that bad bitch is all on him
'Cause the cars that he drives are all foreign
The game is mine I'm so far in I'm speaking with an accent
Just cartwin, can't even relax in my room,
That brown paper bag money push my mattress through the roof
This for my niggas getting brown paper bag money
This for my strippers getting black plastic bag money
We're talking that bad money, that I.R.S can tax money you dig me

[Rick Ross]
Just made a hundred of that brown paper bag money
I thank god for the meal he prepared for me
Taking my fam and my li'l dog money
Thank god for that brown paper bag that

Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
Brown paper bag (c'mon)
Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
Brown paper bag (we the best)

Just pulled over in my 7-5
Big bottle on the dash, hope he let me slide
Got 20 in the trunk you can bet me 5
20 minutes in they dump I'm gonna let these slide
We're the best
Look at what we drive got picnic tables on my lap getting high
In the back of that maybac and it cost five hundred thou
When the nigga, spent then with a smile
Stacking numbers that alarm and race
White house still moving bricks alarm today
I'm that bin lading boi I'll bomb the state
I ain't come to stay I gotta post bond today
2 million in the bag, I ain't wanna brag
you don't know the feeling when the villain peeling in the jag
Just staring at the ceiling 10 women that you had
I was at the center now I see you feeling just a (fag?)

[Lil Wayne]
Just spent a 100 of that brown paper bag money
It feel good to be young money cash money
Rehab I'm addicted to fast money
I got stacks and rubber bands up in that

Brown paper bag (you're dig)
Brown paper bag (my name is weezy you all)
Brown paper bag (I'm here on behalf of young money cash money)
Brown paper bag (I represent 17 road of New Orleans let's go)

Practice makes perfect I'm relaxing at rehearsal
I'm gonna motherfucking professional like hershal
Falker, the talk of the game is I, but I wonder if he'll still be talking after I die
But that's not important
Money's more important
And understand I been in that water like I was snorkeling
Understand I been in that water like I'm a dolphin
Miami Khaled took me in like a orphan
Why did they start him?
Now they can't park him
I go into the booth and just change like Clark Kent
Lamborghini dark tint
Philly blunts cigar scent
I'm by myself and niggas run they mouths like auctions
To streets my brother
Fefe's my brother
And we stay on point like a fucking box cutter
you heard what I said motherfucker did I studder
With my brown paper bag, here to represent the hustle I'm out

[Fat Joe]
Coka baby man you know I already had money
Definition of that brown paper bag money
Try and front as if you in the jag money
For the cash I'll blast anybody that

Brown paper bag (that that that that)
Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
Brown paper bag (coka baby cribs mania)
Brown paper bag (we are simply the BEST the VERY BEST)

You all niggas want coka music
The costra nostra flow show you how to do this
Pen it so easy, a caveman can do it
Nigga we simply the best don't confuse it
I confuse it, critics be hating
Best album yet but give me the same rating
I'm waiting top of rap rushmore
Etched in stone runt top puns war
Unsure anythings possible
4mil spent bought out the art possible, I'm Picasso in the Versace suit, don't worry my nigga
Khaled I got you, not just 'cause I want to 'cause I got to, put the squad on your back did the impossible
It's only logical I spit from the heart, brown paper bag who else for Joe 2 guard that

BROWNNN PAPER BAAAAAAAG
BROWNNN PAPER BAAAAAAAG

BURN 

[Verse 1]
Hammer on the dresser, work on the stove
I'm sitting on the counter blowing purp out my nose
Red bone naked, in the bed flexin'
I say bitch I ain't impressed you must of got the wrong impression
I ain't with the BS, I'm flyer than PF
Man we living in hell like a deep breath
Real niggas with real money real bitches with fake asses
If she dont wanna fuck I get on my skateboard and I skate passed her
Money on the table, guns on the table
Bitch I'm on that syrup tell that hoe leggo my Eggo
And my girlfriend is that choppa, I finger fuck that ho
Hello I am Tunechi you had me at hello
Drop top Maybach, clean like Ajax
Man I dont fuck with none of you niggas like rednecks
We got that work so come and get if we dont know you, you pay tax
I put a hole in your apple what that is apple jacks
Pussy nigga I'll murder you then dance at your funeral
Blood I'll have a nigga drinking his own blood communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs I'll call your bluff pick the phone up
Her titties fake but they look real cubic zirconia's
Run up in your house smell the kids and kill the grown ups
Your bitch call me when she hot Krispy Kream donuts
Shoutout to my new hoes, shoutout to my old hoes
I still wear that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch what they gonna say?
Still eating rappers on my fucking lunch break
Bad yellow bitch with a tongue like a snake
I let her suck my dick then I fuck her to some Drake

[Hook]
And then I let that kush burn let that kush burn
Yeah I let that kush burn
Smoking gasoline bitch
The booth on fire I'm in here getting higher
Young Money bitch we at the top like barbwire

[Verse 2]
Money on my mind I ain't thinking bout no bitch
I'm talking bout that scratch like my muhfuckin throat itch
Stop stuntin if you ballin buy your bitch something
Stayed on the same team like Tim Duncan
Shit get real if ya scared go to catholic school
And if we want it straight jacket like a padded room
Shoot your ass 100 times and stand over you
Lil' Tunechi so fly I got arachnophobia
Burn bitch, AK in my firm grip
Leap if you feeling like Kermit, sermons
Preach reach and I smoke your ass like Cheech
I be faded like bleach, double barrel Siamese
I like my swisher obese fuck that bitch like Kalis
Fuck these haters with no grease, you get chin checked goatee
Money talks bitch and mine talks like Robin Leach
That lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle ask Screech
Bank card heavy, my wallet like a barbell
My girl got a fat cat, I call that shit Garfield
We'll bring the O.K. Corral to your doorbell
We pull triggers not coattails, I make lump sums oatmeal
I'm stuntin getting new money
Trukfit money Mountain Dew money, tell em
I get better like fine wine im fire like cayenne
In the words of my nigga BP I'll hit a bitch with a car bomb BOOM

Lil' bitch
Niggas gonna talk they ain't talking bout shit
Niggas gonna bark I go Mike Vick
Fuckin' fuck niggas on that fuck shit
Suck a nigga dick for some Trukfit

[Hook]
And let that kush burn let that kush
Yeah I let that kush burn
Smoking gasoline bitch
The booth on fire im in here getting higher
Holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Mayer