GREEN RANGER 

[J. Cole]
 When this shit drop, I was like 16
 Tryna get some head from a mixed thing
 Big dreams, say about some ripped jeans
 Nigga got a job, have my little ?
 Worst fear is getting robbed for my last 50 dollars that I had left over
 5 dollars in they pocket, nigga in his left shoulder
 Minimum wage 5.15. 132s on the whip
 Kept my shit clean
 Actually that was my momma shit
 But I'm driving round town on my Obama shit
 Middle class my ass, just to get a tank of gas
 Had to run the guns up the street and pawn the shit
 But, yeah I'm headed for a scholarship
 Little scrap game but I got a lot of lip
 Thats why them niggas don't like me and always wanna fight me
 A dumb nigga hate a smart mouth most likely
 I know the game I'm an expert
 Nigga, how you gonna jump me if my legs work?
 Nigga I'm gone, showed up at the crib tryna bone
 And I aint fuck yet cause her momma always home
 God damn, Lor-Lord have Mercy
 Please God don't let this little broad have herpes
 My nigga says she fast like Jackie Joyner-Kersee
 Gold medals if we gave hoes ?
 No rose petals on a bed in the ghettos
 Spiderman sheets got us singing falsetto
 Tall white tee's, can't believe we used to wear those
 White folks looking at us like we're weirdos
 But we was only kiddo's
 Grabbing titties in the club, pocket full of skittles
 Tryna get the kitty was like tryna solve a riddle
 Tryna get the Diddy, cause I murder instrumentals
 It's that good old fashioned Mark Jackson
 Fucked then I'll pass, y'all Utah Jazz
 And ya'll borin', I don't play nigga I'm Mark Madsen
 Thats why my knots thick like a fucking Kardashian
 I'm not asking my nigga I don't need favours
 I'm in the streets with the fiends, I done seen danger
 My team major, we party like teenagers
 I'm in the green Range, nigga I'm the green ranger
 (I fucking ran out of breath)
 Team major, we party like teenagers
 I'm in the green Range, nigga I'm the green ranger
 Cole
 
[Lil Wayne]
 I don't even like this beat, but fuck it
 I'm only gon spit a few bars cause I don't like this beat
 
Bitch I'm not old news, I'm more like gold shoes
 She eat my whole dick, she like Whole Foods
 They say I'm old school, but I dropped out
 Drop ya body off at a cops house
 They throwing up them bricks, you better box out
 My niggas got enough white to build Barack house
 I got my drawers on, Sam Rothstein
 44 on my waist, Rick Ross jeans
 I've been faded, stone wash jeans
 New pussy new money, New Orleans
 50 up in that uzi, g-g-g-unit
 I murk you with that bitch scratch the serial number, re-use it
 I'm from the N-O, stretch you niggas out like limo's
 Uzi go zit-zit-zit-zit-zit, thats pimples
 I'm bout to go banana puddin'
 haha, you a dyke cause your man a pussy
 Hit you from the blindside no Sandra Bullock
 Never bite the hand that feeds you, always watch the hand that's cooking
 Tunechi, D4 Hoe
 Shout out Cole
 You already know what it is, Cole World
 Wayne's World
 We in this bitch hoe
 Special delivery at your front door

GRENADE 

[Lil Wayne]
 And I don’t mind when we fall out
 As long as we fall back into it
 I hope we never put an end to it
 Even though you not that into it
 Heaven, have you ever been to it
 Cause you look like you never been
 You’re more like a Hell’s angel
 And for you, I’d rather sin
 Broken heart, Love you with a broken heart
 For you I’ll jump off Noah’s Ark
 Love is blind and hope is dark
 But why does pain feel so good
 Love is science, live for you
 Die for you, and I’ll die smiling
 
[Bruno Mars]
 Easy come, easy go
 That’s just how you live, oh
 Take, take, take it all,
 But you never give
 Should of known you was trouble from the first kiss
 Had your eyes wide open
 Why were they open?
 Gave you all I had
 And you tossed it in the trash
 You tossed it in the trash, you did
 To give me all your love is all I ever asked,
 Cause what you don’t understand is
 
[Hook]
 I’d catch a grenade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
 Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
 I’d jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
 You know I’d do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
 Oh, oh
 I would go through all this pain,
 Take a bullet straight through my brain,
 Yes, I would die for ya baby;
 But you won’t do the same
 
No, no, no, no
 Black, black, black and blue beat me till I’m numb
 Tell the devil I said “hey” when you get back to where you’re from
 Mad woman, bad woman,
 That’s just what you are, yeah,
 You’ll smile in my face then rip the brakes out my car
 Gave you all I had
 And you tossed it in the trash
 
You tossed it in the trash, yes you did
 To give me all your love is all I ever asked
 Cause what you don’t understand is
 
[Hook]
 I’d catch a grenade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
 Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
 I’d jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah , yeah)
 You know I’d do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
 Oh, oh
 I would go through all this pain,
 Take a bullet straight through my brain,
 Yes, I would die for ya baby;
 But you won’t do the same
 
If my body was on fire, ooh
 You’d watch me burn down in flames
 You said you loved me you’re a liar
 Cause you never, ever, ever did baby…
 
But darling I’ll still catch a grenade for ya
 Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
 I’d jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
 You know I’d do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
 Oh, oh
 I would go through all this pain,
 Take a bullet straight through my brain,
 Yes, I would die for ya baby;
 But you won’t do the same.
 No, you won’t do the same,
 You wouldn’t do the same,
 Ooh, you’ll never do the same,
 No, no, no, no

GROVE ST. PARTY 

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
 I got a whole lot of money
 Pop that p-ssy for me
 My homie got that yopper
 He'll bang it at a copper
 Hey Gangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta party!
 Stove on my waist
 Cook your ass up gourmet
 All-black .44 — do you want foreplay?
 I'm going at your face like Oil of Olay
 No champagne, but you know my flag rose
 Swagger on steroids: Canseco, Jose
 No Limit Records: We so 'bout it 'bout it
 I'm higher than a bitch
 Feel like a climbed a f-cking mountain
 Illest nigga you know, my accountants still counting
 Shots hit him a minute ago
 But his body's still bouncing
 Beam on the hammer, beam on your forehead
 Gotta kill the witnesses cause Birdman car red
 Hollygrove Monster, Eagle Street preacher
 Come to your funeral, kill everybody but the preacher!
 I live in Miami, nigga
 I'll South Beach ya
 Robin Leach, uh — that's how we ballin
 You know that I'm loaded but please don't take a sweeter
 Beat one of you bitch niggas up like John Cena
 Them hoes on your money
 Tell them hoes we coming
 Before we get it popping
 We ain't saving hoes, we swapping
 Yea Gangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta party!
 Big head Desert Eagle, call it "shotty"
 How'd you get that money?
 Stunna taught me that
 The zan took me under
 Patron brought me back
 I'm leaning on you muthaf-ckers
 Like I caught a flat
 And that Glock snap back like a old Starter hat
 What the lick read? I'm in the big league
 I'm a breath of fresh air
 Let the bitch breathe!
 I'm trying to chillax
 But I had to do it, dev
 
I'm at the funeral like
 "I had to do it, rev!"
 Mack you my big brother
 I split a wig for you
 Put that on the repeat
 Until they bury me
 Moment of clarity: yeah
 That's my diamond game
 I keep a fine bitch
 Cause I like the finer things
 F-ck with me slime
 No brain on the whip
 I've got nothing in mind
 Carter 4, they ain't f-cking with mine
 I drop that Sorry 4 The Wait
 To make up for the time
 [Verse 2 - Lil B]
 Yeah I do my thang, bitch wassup?
 Young BasedGod, came in with the ballers
 Iced out chain, bitch
 I'm rich off that same shit
 See 5 hoes on my dick, bitch, it's Christmas
 Straight Westside, Bay Area
 Bitch, I'll graze em
 Gritty boy shit, BasedGod from the angles
 On like a cradle and you niggas can't stop me
 Shouts out to Mack Maine getting rich and cocky.
 Bitches still Westside
 Shouts out to Weezy
 Young BasedGod with that .55 heater
 187 bitch, I put it to 11 bitch
 With that tiny shirt mane
 And the tiny pants mane
 I'm on BasedWorld and I f-ck with cash Money my niggas.
 Don't understand man
 The game like a chain
 Woo woo! Swag, bitch, Brang-dang-dang man
 Bra off the top, I'm a Wolfpack hitter
 My life just a painting
 And I paint you a picture, mane
 Thing about it: a young paid-ass nigga
 This that stunt music: bitch, I just do's it
 It's Lil B and I'll muthaf-ckin prove it
 We runnin'

GROWN MAN 

Dawg you gotta feel me on this one
 What it be like dawg, I'm on some some adult grown up type shit
 look who I be around nigga, look who I been around nigga
 Geezy, Juve and turk, B and Slim dawg pay attention dawg
 
[Verse 1]
 Age is nothing but some digits nigga trust me on this
 Cause I think I speak for every one when I say life is a bitch
 I ride D L into the C L Gun right in my grip
 I slip a clip in every rip, cause hatas likely to trip
 Come home to my future wife and every night she'll flip
 She end up catching rights to her lips behind diapers and shit
 But I like me a spliff drink ?? without ice when I'm pissed
 Go to the club and start a fight thinking I'm Tyson and shit
 But I'm a man so I'm able to handle my situations correctly
 And I know I might be young but niggas gone defiantly respect me
 But in the meanwhile I'm fighting gun charges in court
 And in a couple of weeks our next tour about to start
 Its like I'm living happy now
 except for the fact my daughter saying I love you daddy now
 And that kinda juice me up
 and I smoke about 3 blunts and puff a cooler bust me up
 And say a prayer for everyday
 just so I get through the stuff but I be like
 
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
 Ahhhh man, it's complicated doing everything on your own man
 being responsible for everybody and yo own man
 and when u feel like everything is going wrong man
 I'm gone stand cos I am a GROWN MAN
 
[Verse 2]
 I try to keep my head up, but I die to keep my bread up
 And usually I'm feed up thinking everything's a set up
 But I get up this stick out my chest and clutch on my nuts
 And I get hit up with all kinda stress and put up wit the stuff
 just trust me it's tough
 But I maintain to climb through it all and I still manage to be
 Lil wayne therefore I shine and I ball
 And dawg I live for today and hope and pray that theres a tomorrow
 and I borrow confidence from out my heart when thangs get awful
 And I'm walking on the edge stuck without a salute and someway
 I still pick it out and shuffle out the confusion
 And I don't need nobody so keep yo advice and just dammit
 Cas ya'll cats don't really know me ya'll just no bout me
 But my dawgs be on my side they keep me combile with spirit
 And plus I no my fathers watching and my mothers the dearest
 And I ain't never said they don't appreciate what we do
 but just no if I wasn't a man we wouldn't make it through
 
[Chorus 2x]
 
[Verse 3]
 Who would have known that this would someday turn out so hetic
 But I chose my own life so I gradually accept it
 I'm influenced and effected by the way it became
 And I don't play with it at all so I don't say its a game
 And even though I grew apart and I have gracefully change
 I'm always street so I'll forever be facing a change
 And I'll keep this thang brutained on the waist of my pants
 And I demand respect from all if not then I'm waisten a man
 And if I want it then I get and if I need it I have it
 Take care of them family first busta look weed is a habit
 And ever so often I'm congratulated for the succeeding at last
 But when they turn they back I just have Jesus leading my path
 And I didn't ask for you to like me I don't care if you hate me
 But don't mistake me no otha man can Neva make me or break me
 Now I'll be faithfully inspired by the hood tell I'm gone
 And I dawg I do believe I'm grown so I'll be good on my own but I be like
 
[Chorus]
 [fading].......Believe Dat

GUCCI GUCCI 

"One big room full of bad bitches" x8
 
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
 Fu got the weed, Marl got the gun
 They say numbers don't lie
 Bitch, I'm not the one
 Hammers in ya face, this is not a dream
 And you get in every page in this magazine
 Bumping UGK, talking about a murder
 We roll a Dr. Jay and then we light that Julius Erving
 I got p-ssy on the way and p-ssy on the way out
 Life is a beach and these hoes trying to lay out
 Tunechi, Tunechi, toaster, tooly
 F-ck around and pop ya
 My homies got that white girl
 Call it Lady Gaga
 Glock for Tini, nina colada
 Suck, swallow, semen, saliva
 I'm going at your collar
 F-ck you hoe niggas!
Weezy go hard, you bitches go figure
 Diamonds in my teeth like I'm a f-cking dope dealer
 You're a dead man walking: Michael Jackson Thriller
 I'm in one big room, full of bad bitches...

(I'm in one big room, full of bad bitches)
 
It goes: Tunechi, Tunechi
 Toaster, tooly, f-ck around and pop ya
 My homies got that white girl
 Call it Lady Gaga
 It goes: Tunechi, Tunechi
 Toaster, tooly, f-ck around and pop ya
 
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
 Back where I started on my set, in black
 All chrome Glock looking like a platinum plaque
 We don't pack extra clips, we pack extra Gats
 And all my hoes dirty like welcome mats
 Til the wheels fall off: I can fix a flat
 If you're scared go to church and get a scripture tat
 Guns the size of children, now don't be childish
 Be with wild-ass niggas and I am the wildest.
 I'm a motherf-cker, call me Weezy baby
 And on the end of the barrel I got a sweet potato
 My life is a movie, I got a leading lady
 My rooftop drop back like Tom Brady
 I got the world in my hands, skateboard n' my vans
 And all my boys stay strapped like we live in Iran
 I know what I can do, so bitch I do what I can
 Drop the Sorry 4 the Wait, man
 I'm just saying...

I'm in one big room, full of bad bitches...

HANDS UP 

Let's get fucked up
On the road to riches
You're just a speed bump
Funny how the heater make a nigga freeze up
Weezy smoke a tree down til it's just a
Tree stump. that eastside nigga
Bang on you bitches. I'm going at your neck
Strangle you bitches. got a long-ass
List full of bad-ass bitches and I stay
Burned out like a bad transmission
I'm on, like the lights I light up
The kush, knock out, mike tyson fight
I'm talking about ass and titties
Sex and the city
Weezy f baby and the f is for "forget it"
You loving my shine, sipping on fine wine
? she give me einstein
Young money motherfucker, yeah we
Picked a fine time
I was 17, nigga. bitch, I don't mind a dime
I just ended up on every bitch's sex list
Genie in the bottle, get a muthafuckin deathwish
? in this bitch, he say fuck y'all niggas
Breaking buds down the size of a football nigga
Red beam, gimme the light, no sean paul nigga
Let nino bust in your face like a porn star nigga
Yeah I keep a brian pumper, no homo
The shit I'm on got the world moving in slow-mo
Man, I told mack I was gonna do it
Above the law, but under the influence
Man, I was on the skateboard
Kick push swagger, got my girl to the room
Got behind her like a shadow
I had her ass up in the air
I swear I got the largest clip in the world
Right here in my gat
And I wish a nigga play
I'mma bust a nigga's ass
Hate young money? then fuck you in the ass
187 and a hockey mask, ymcmb gonna ball
Til we fall. and this fuck all y'all
Gonna ball til we fall. and this fuck all y'all
We straight, sorry for the wait

HARD BODY 


Hard Body Motherfucker Got The Heart Of A Killer
Young God In The Building 'Bout To Start A Religion
'Bout To Call Bin Laden Up And Order Some missiles
Bring 'Em Straight To Your Block And Go To War With You Bitches
If you Hit The Head Then The Rest Fall In Position
Shoot A Nigga On The Porch And Make Him Fall In The Kitchen
Copped A Big Boy Porsche With All The Specifics
And I Keep The Torche Baby Call Me Olympics
Red White Blue Pills Flip My Skills Like Gyminst
And Never Give A Bitch Money Blood Kidneys
When The Gun Goes Pow I Be At The Finish
With A Medal round My Neck Autograph On My Tennis
The Land Of The Murder Dope Crack And Surenges
Pull Up On You In The Coupe How Fat Is Your Engine
Never Talk To Those That Sat On The Benches No
I Was In The Game On 4th And Inches
These Niggas Want The Business
I'm gonna Give These Boys The Business
See you Fucking With The Boy That Tow Toys Before Christmas
Got All These Hoes Tripping
Got All These Hoes Stripping
No We Ain't Psc But Them Bitches Know We Tipping
I Just Bought A Pint And Ain't No one Of You all Sipping
Make My Friends Buy They Own Shit I'm Tired Of Being Friendly
You Ain't Gotta Lie Just To Try To Be With Me
Got Bitches Up In Heaven Waiting At The God To Be With Me
I'm Crazy For Being Wayne Or Is Wayne Just Crazy?
I Been Around I'm Still Around Like Them Geico Cavemen
Hairpin Trigger No I Won't Shave It
I Spot Hip-Hop In The Ocean I'm Gonna Save It
The South Is So Dirty Bitch you Can Bath It
Hollygrove Dawg And I Feel Like Mating
Babygirl Your Pussy Looking So Vacant
And It's Fuck You And Fuck Georgia Bush Not Making
Fuck Waste Deep I'm In Over My Head
But It's Cool I'm gonna Make It I'm Good Like Meagan
Your Girl Want Me To Come Ron Like Reagan
Your Boyfriend Is Softer Than A Carton Of Eggs And
I Don't Fear Nothing But God And Weddings
At The Top Of My Paper Like I'm Starting A Heading
My Homie Santana Yeah that's My Ace
But You May Know Us As I Can't Feel My Face

They Don't Know Where I Came From But They Know Where I'm Going
And I'm gonna Tell Just How The Top Feels When I'm On
In The Game I'm No Cheetah I'm a Tiger I'm a Cougar I'm A Panther I'm a Bengal
Ocho Cinco
I'm Illy Shirt Softer Than Gillie
In A Pair Of Gucci Flops Feeling freer Than Willie
When them Niggas Left Eye It Got A Little Bit Chilli
But I Just Let It Burn Like The End Of A Philly

HARDBALL 


Throw me the ball and watch me what I do with it
 We got Bow Wow in the house
 My man Lil' Zane, Lil' Wayne, Sammie sang to me
 
[Chorus 1: (Sammie)]
 Strike one, got you by surprise
 Strike two, right before your eyes
 Pitch three, this ones to the wall
 Ain't no game like a game of Hardball
 
[Verse 1: Lil' Bow Wow]
 When I step to the plate the outfielders get back (back)
 Cause they know I'm the only tight for dogs
 So many back to back hits they call me little Sammie Sosa
 Bubble gum, balled up all the hustlers
 Y'all know how to work it when it's time to compete
 On the field, on the court, over any high steep
 And break, and you know it when you see your clone
 And right now that's all I see going on, holla at me
 Game time, all I think about is bringing home the trophy
 If your team is better mine, you really gotta show me
 Really gotta beat me, really gotta trash talk
 Mistreat me, and send my squad back home
 Cause I don't lose too much
 Matter fact, I ain't never lost at all
 When I'm playing Hardball (that's right)
 So, if you on the mound about to pitch to me
 Understand I'm like Griffey, I keep 'em to the wall
 
[Chorus 2: (Sammie)]
 Strike one, got you by surprise
 Strike two, right before your eyes
 Strike three, ohh I got you out
 Without a doubt, I got you out
 Strike one, got you by surprise
 Strike two, right before your eyes
 Pitch three, this ones to the wall
 Ain't no game like a game of Hardball
 
[Verse 2: Lil' Zane]
 This goes out to them jocks that stay on my jock, throwing the pop
 Keep pitching 'em, I'm in the kitchen making radio rock
 It's usually preferred, I be choosey with all my words
 Throwing eggs at them chicken heads, banging on the curb
 I left 'em a word, I'm fast ballen with a curb
 Happy sliding home, telling them friends that's in the third
 Sure ya done heard, who I'm doing and what I'm doing was false
 And what's true, girl listen
 When it comes to this game they call me Zane McGuire
 That other kid was just a mark, so I made him retire
 See, we all got a base, and we hold our own
 But when I come up to bat, we all going come home
 And our fans cheers us, cause they know what the drill going
 Out of the field and into your automobile
 And I hope it ain't your Range Rover, that you spent your change over
 I'm in the dug with my tongue out play the game over
 
[Chorus 2: (Sammie)]
 
[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne]
 Listen, listen, listen
 They call me young Wheezy, Rodregous
 You know I'm getting you hot, hot as the Kendrick, ya know
 And I keep the chrome bat swinging, swinging that iron
 Pitch on the block like Nolan Ryan
 To bad for TV, you won't see me I'm riding the streets
 I'm a hustler, people, my life in the streets
 Watch the game, get you life in the streets
 My watch, my chain, and my teeth Cost
 That way I will never cheap talk
 And I call my mommy sweat heart, she call me sweet daddy
 And she gladly, loves the way that daddy batty, yeah baby
 Whezzy Wee is a playa baby, and I don't share babies
 So if you searching for some bitch ain't nothing here, baby
 Catch me throwing an eighty in the latest Bentley
 Going out, and Whezzy never hit a foul, a Hot Guy
 Does hip-hop flies are knocking up, out the park
 And after the game we gone meet up after dark
 
[Chorus 2: repeat 2x (Sammie)]
 
Lil' Bow Wow, Lil' Zane, Lil' Wayne, Lil' Sammie
 The Little Rascals, and me y'all know my name
 

HELP 


[Chorus]
 Help!, Help!
 Help, I need somebody
 Help, not just anybody
 Help, you know I need someone
 Help!, Help!
 Help, I need somebody
 Help, not just anybody
 Help, you know I need someone
 Help!, Help!
 
So sick need a doc, yes
 A creature, monster like the lockness
 I gets hotter by the toc, when I sizzle to death
 I just tell the clock give me a sec
 In the middle of the war where my enemy at
 I'm running this shit like Eric B enemy back
 Cause everytime I hit a track I'm like an energy pack
 The instruments are crying out "where the sympathy at"
 I attack before you begin to react
 I'm from the dirt where the Beatles and John Lennon be at
 And now these niggas looking yellow like a penalty flag
 It's Weezy baby with this hustle until infinity, ya
 Like somebody let the dog out the kinnle and ran
 Whoever did it was a very smart women or man
 Cause I'm coming like the stomp of every marching band
 I need y'all to arch your hands and pray for me
 I need...
 
[Chorus]
 Help!, Help!
 Help, I need somebody
 Help, not just anybody
 Help, you know I need someone
 Help!, Help!
 Help, I need somebody
 Help, not just anybody
 Help, you know I need someone
 Help!, Help!
 

HIGH BEAMIN 


[BG]
 Niggas be hatin
 'Cause BG got it
 Every top of the line car they got
 Look I ride it
 >From the Hummer to the Rover
 To the drop jag
 B and C lex truck
Nothin' my click ain't had
 Everybody head was fucked
When they heard bout the deal
 Cash Money hotboys climbed for 30-mill
 Already was straight now we livin larger
 Already was ballin now we ballin harder
 ??? bitches can't take me
Cause my wrist stay flossed out
 Niggas hate me cause all day i'm flossed out
 Ghetto made me
My dog, Baby, saved me
 Niggas find out they hoe got fucked, ??
 That's how it go
 It ain't my fault I got mega cheese
Walk that walk
Talk that talk i'm BG
 Paperchaser to the fullest get my grind on
 Gotta do it cause I made that song Get Yo' Shine On

 [Chorus 3x]
 Me and my click be sizzlin hot steamin
 Bouncin' through diamonds high beamin'

 [Wayne]
 Wha
 I'ma flosser baby, baller baby
A fifteen year old shot caller baby
 And I'm racin through
In the all black chrome
A Mercedes Coupe
 Got yo' wife at my house
And she naked too
 And all my niggas all around
Sayin 'Shake it Boo, go ahead to what you do'
 It's Weezy dog and off the heezy dog
 And I'm surrounded by the ice
 It got me freezin' dog
And it's plain and simple
Won't change 'cause it's natural
Lil' Wayne a pimp y'all
 Got the game from Beatris
 I'm tryin to see six numbers
 Pull up at the Grammy awards in six Hummers
Leave the Grammy awards with six womens
 And make a stop at the gas station for six rubbers
 Put it together
 This is the life when you get full of the cheddar
Don't try to end it or you would'nt get better, what

 [Chorus 4x]

 [Wayne]
 La, la, la, la
 Here I come star rapper
 I get the fast money
 Short, cute hot boy that rapper Cash Money
 Standin out the roof of my car
And flash hundreds
 Take your girl to the mall
 Spend a G like that's nothin
 She lay on the floor
Open up the spot
Take off her draws
 Let me see the cunt
 Don't stop Lil' Weezy
 We's ain't nothin nice
But gats in my Jesus Christ
Nothin but ice
When they see me at night
Behind ?? I stay high
 Snatch yo' wife
Run up in her with the K-Y
 But it's on man
 Ever since I was born Wayne
 Nigga get out of line
I get dirty like John Wayne
 I'm bout stuntin', flossin'
 Whatever come wit it
 And I don't shoot guns
 Unless they have a drum wit it
 At first they wasn't wit it
Thought that I was jokin
 Now I got 'em all payin attention like they owe it

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