RECEIPT 


[Intro]
 It's kinda hard sayin this shit to ya face
 So I do it over snares and bass
 Music take me away
 
[Verse One]
 Young boy, I know you love me like you never loved
 You know you couldnt find a better thug
 And uh, you been peepin me since I was younger
 So young that you even called me your little brother
 But I'm all grown up now I got my own money
 I'm married and divorced and my daughter is a woman
 And guess what? my daughter want another
 Sister or a brother and you lookin like a mother
 I took you from a clubber to a lover
 And you took another bitch husband
 The other bitch wasnt doin shit for him
 She say she did too much, I say she did nothin
 She need to quit frontin
 I havent hid nothin and you love everything
 Cant hide ya feelings, can't let my pride conceal it
 You got Wayne, I charge it to the game
 And baby you can keep the change, but...
 
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
 I gotta hold on, hold on to my receipt
 To redeem your love, that's exactly what I need
 (It's kinda hard sayin this shit to ya face
 So I do it over snares and bass
 Music take me away) - [2X]
 
[Verse Two]
 Destiny Child CD, song number three
 She cater to me till we fall asleep
 Then we wake up and we pick up where we started
 Then she make a nigga breakfast sprite, orange juice, and water
 And she on stage waitin for me after my show
 So no time for groupies, straight to the top flo'
 Fresh out the shower, a smile and a towel
 Then after an hour, she gon need another shower
 I'm at home or in the coupe or in the office
 Or the streets or in the booth, thinkin bout you
 And, most of the girls that come by are cute
 And they try to holla but they all on mute
 And, my old girls turn they face up at me
 And, they thrown they purses and they make up at me
 Cuz you got Wayne, I charge it to the game
 And baby you can keep the change but...
 
[Chorus - 2X]
 
[Verse 3]
 Come home smellin food on the stove
 She done cleaned the whole house
 Washed the dishes and the clothes
 And we out we do it just how we supposed
 Look good for the public leave the drama in the Rolls
 Royce, choice of car dat we move
 And she gets high sometimes 'cause I'm always doin' it
 You hear them hallways we always doin it
 Work cut, always feel like the first one
 Perfect, when a nigga stressed off dat work shit
 Take away all the pain, make it lesser than dirt
 That's why you got Wayne, I charge it to the game
 And baby you can keep the change but...
 
[Chorus 2X]
 
[Outro]
 It's kinda hard sayin this shit to ya face
 So I do it over snares and bass
 Music take her away
 

RED NATION 

[Game - Verse 1]
 Throw your muthaf-cking Cincinnati hats in the sky
 N-gga don’t ask why
 Red laces in and out of them Air Max ’95?s
 I, walk on the moon, flow hotter than June
 Any n-gga want drama I kick up a sand dune
 Peace to my man ‘Tune for giving his man room
 Now we hittin’ switches to the Spring Break, Cancun
 Get it, nah forget it, SuWoo I live it
 Made the letter B more famous than a Red Sox fitted
 But that was suicide, I don’t live in Judah’s eyes
 Half of these rappers weren’t trappin’ when I was choppin’ the do or die
 Suge had me in, I went Puffy like Zab Judah eye
 Dre called, told my baby momma “won’t you decide”
 She chose Doc, first day I poured ? like its Aftermath for life
 And all I do is ride
 Before I turn on ‘em I kill Satan and stick my red flag in the ground
 It’s Red Nation!!!
 
[Lil Wayne]
 Now Blood the f-ck up
 Everyday’s a gamble muthaf-cker, tough luck
 And we gon f-ck the World til that bitch bust nuts
 I can’t tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what
 And that’s, B’s up, hoes down
 Lookin’ in the mirror, I’m nowhere to be found
 Blood, I’m a dog, call me a blood hound
 Throwin’ blood in the air, leave blood on the ground
 
[Game - Verse 2]
 N-ggas’ll trade they soul to be Drake or J. Cole
 Live and die for this shit, word to Tupac Shakur’s halo
 One blood, plural, n-gga I’m spendin’ Euro’s
 Ferrari got an ice cream paint job, Dorrough
 I’m up out the hood, where they pull guns on you like
 Come up out ya hood, it aint never all good
 We roll up in backwoods, n-gga get to actin’ stupid
 Get thrown in the back woods
 Los Angeles, home of the scandalous
 Pimp, hoes and gamblers
 98 degree’s on Christmas
 N-gga we rollin’ cannibus
 Swisha sweet aint it, I told her I’m Charles Louboutin
 
The bitch fainted, pulled her panites down, stain it
 That’s my Chi-lingo, yeah I’m bi-lingual
 Ball by myself, Ochocinco
 Dancing with the stars, bullets and fast cars
 And everybody bleed out here, word to God
 
[Lil Wayne]
 Now Blood the f-ck up
 Everyday’s a gamble muthaf-cker, tough luck
 And we gon f-ck the World til the bitch bust nuts
 I can’t tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what
 And that’s, B’s up, hoes down
 Lookin’ in the mirror, I know where to be found
 Blood, I’m a dog, call me a blood hound
 Throwin’ blood in the air, leave blood on the ground
 
[Game - Verse 3]
 Russia got a Red Flag
 US got Red Stripes
 Last train to Paris, round the World in these red Nikes
 Che Guevara of the New Era, test me
 Louieville slugger, you’ll get buried in my era
 Got that natty on, tighter than a magnum
 Walk in the club saggin’ with a 38 magnum
 Red Ralph Laurens, the double R sittin’ on a hill like Lauren
 Her and the car foreign
 Got my red Dre Beats on, tryna put my peeps on
 And I keep it hood like this Phantom is a Nissan
 Where my n-gga Jim Jones at?
 Roll up the weed son, so many bloods in Compton had to get a NYC song
 And while I’m out here, I might as well go shopping
 And put this new bad b-tch I got her some red bottoms
 And all these hatin’ ass n-ggas want me dead
 Cause I’m Malcolm X before he turned Muslim, RED
 
[Lil Wayne]
 Now Blood the f-ck up
 Everyday’s a gamble muthaf-cker, tough luck
 And we gon f-ck the World til the bitch bust nuts
 I can’t tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what
 And that’s, B’s up, hoes down
 Lookin’ in the mirror, I know where to be found
 Blood, I’m a dog, call me a blood hound
 Throwin’ blood in the air, leave blood on the ground

RED RUM 

(feat. Dre)
 
[Verse 1: Dre]
 My nigga I think we got one, well a nother one
 Weezy
 That's what they say when they play me when they here me on the radio
 Ooh
 That's what the sayng to me
 That's what hey saying to me
 
When the Remmys in the system ain't no telling
 Will I fuck em' will I diss em'
 That's wat they be yelling
 I'm a pimp by blood
 Not relation
 Ya'll bitch ain't something
 And I replace em'
 
You don't need me for nothing else my nigga
 Go get em'
 
[Lil Wayne:]
 And I got em'
 
When the remmys in the system
 Ain't no telling at the spot where I'm a kiss em'
 That's why they be yelling
 I'm a daimond blood
 My relation
 Affiliation
 Soo woo nation
 And since day one
 I look forward to
 3, 4, 5 bitches in my porsche coupe
 And yeah I be on that ass
 Like a horeses shoe
 If her religion is true
 I'm bout' to visit the room
 Is you comming?
 
[Hook:]
 That's what they say when they play me and they here me on the radio
 Tats what they saying to me
 That's what they saying to me
 That's what they telling me
 Yeah
 That's what they say when they play me and they here me on the radio
 And aah haah
 That's what they saying to me
 
[Verse 2:]
 When the remmys in the system
 Ain't no question I'm a fuck em' and diss em'
 Leave em' never miss em'
 I'm a pimp by blood
 Nor relation
 Ya'll be chasing
 I replace em'
 Huh
 Drunk off this
 High on that
 Man I think the feds got mi iPhone tapped
 Ain't that a bitch
 Well I hope her ass fat
 And if it is I'm a smash that
 And pass that back
 Back in the days
 But back in the days
 I sold crack for a few days
 Then quit after I got paid
 I ain't lazy
 I just knew that there was more to be made
 And I don't save money so I don't need a whore to be saved
 I need a whore to be slaved
 I need a whore to behave
 I need a whore to be gay
 What the fuck am I saying?
 I don't need a whore for a thing
 Cus' I got more game then bejing
 
[Hook:]
 Yeah
 That's what they say when they play me and they here me on the radio
 Tats what they saying to me
 That's what they saying to me
 That's what they telling me
 Yeah
 That's what they say when they play me and they here me on the radio
 And aah haah
 That's what they saying to me
 
[Bridge:]
 I'm talking bout I'm gon' do what I do
 And they gon love me for what I do
 And they gon' copy what I do
 Yeah haha
 I'm talking bout I'm gon' do what I do
 And they gon love me for what I do
 And they gon' copy what I do
 Yeah
 
When the remmys in the system
 Ain't n tellin will I fuck em'
 Will I diss em'?
 That's what they be yelling
 I'm a pimp by blood
 Not relation
 Y'all be chasing
 I replace em'
 
When the remmys in the system
 Ain't n tellin will I fuck em'
 Will I diss em'?
 That's what they be yelling
 I'm a pimp by blood
 Not relation
 Y'all be chasing
 I replace em'
 Huh?
 
That's what they saying
 That's what they saying to me
 They say you blow my mind
 Aah huh
 
Young mulah baby

REMEMBER ME 


[B.G.]
 Say, Weezy (weezy)
 
[Lil' Wayne]
 Can... they remember... me?
 Lil' Wee... zy
 
[B.G.]
 Make 'em remember (Haaa!) ya, nigga
 Let these niggas know your (Look!) background, nigga (Look!)
 Let 'em (Look!) know your (Look!) background!
 Let 'em know how you've been for a while
 
[Lil' Wayne]
 All I was taught was murder murder
 Kill drama, and nothin' less
 I strap tha Smith-Wess, and bust.. it in they chest
 I had ta hustle hustle hustle hustle
 Had ta struggle for success
 Hid grams in girls' breasts, stick bricks.. under they dress
 Them niggas there with me fooli'
 Me, I'm full of that dilly
 Hope when I catch them slippin'
 Him and they daddy's trippin'
 Shorty can hold it down
 Shorty be totin' rounds
 Smellin' like a pound on school grounds
 Shorty, wow
 Hair... all over my head
 Bandana 'round my brain
 Eyes bloodshot red
 Briches down to my legs
 Guns up in my trench
 When niggas playin', they get drenched
 My pockets is full of lead
 So, nigga, stay off tha ben
 I'm young with bad nerves
 Since I lost my partna, I've been troubled, hurt in this 'burb
 So I'on't even hesitate ta leave 'em on tha curb
 And wet dem niggas' shirt
 Nigga, get 'em full of birds
 Tell them niggas, Geezy!
 
[Chorus, B.G.]
 Remember he? Tha little G, never die
 Took one to tha chest, but Weeze Wee never die
 Remember he? Tha little G, never die
 Have B.Geezy on his side, so Weezy Wee never die
 Lil' Weezy Wee... had ta steal, hustle, and jack
 Weezy Wee roll with K's, glocks, and MAC's
 Tha little G, he was raised keepin' it real
 That's my lil' nigga, I taught him to get it how he live, nigga
 
[Lil' Wayne]
 Look, look
 That time I forgot tha bills
 Ain't been home in two weeks
 Macita lookin' for me
 Tha word all over tha streets
 Well, shiiit! I love my momma
 But all I got ta offer is drama, and many problems
 I lay back in tha cut
 These niggas out and I rob 'em, they ain't spin around here
 We all alone on my block like nobody live 'round here
 Tha lights got cut off at my house, and now I'm lookin' for a win-dow
 I can't see it, I'ma drop my pile on tha floor
 They got some niggas stuntin' in Benz, hey man, them boys ain't riders
 {gun cocks} Hand it over, partna, my feet done got tired (Break it off)
 Well, picture this, I gotta corner this ole nigga address
 He said he got that work, and needed me ta meet 'im there (Meet him there)
 Nigga, take your Roly down with somethin' shady, daddy (What?)
 Within a week he changed his mind, and... received tha package (What?)
 Oh well... back to tha drawin' board (Board)
 Cowards start hollerin' 'cause they know I'm comin' for it
 
[Chorus]
 
[Lil' Wayne]
 Lemme tell 'em
 You remember that there nigga use ta be thuggin' it out
 Blunt in his mouth, would stay passed up in a drought
 Run in your house, "Lay down! Nobody move!
 Tell that slut go get your stash, and empty your pockets, fool!"
 That's how it was... crime, struggle, drivin' for scrubs
 Lots of thugs... make niggas come ta answer them up
 Some niggas choose ta come back to me, ride around my set for me
 My lights off that thing 'cause I got that SKS with me
 !Okay! (!okay!)
 Listen, all you ballin' niggas betta !relocate! (!'locate!)
 'Cause, see, ya'll got it
 I gotta make my cheese !rotate! (!rotate!)
 Right now I'm doin' bad
 So just give me with whatever you have, my stomach hurt, I need a bag
 I'm street-livin'... week for week
 No-sleep livin'
 Look outside ya window in tha mornin', your jeep missin'
 My heat sizzlin'
 I'm ready ta sweep these niggas
 Geezy... make 'em remember Weezy, nigga!
 
(Chorus 2x)
 
[Lil' Wayne]
 Look, remember that?
 
[B.G.]
 Wuz up, (Are you rememberin', B.Geezy?)
 I remember you, nigga, we go way back ta True Story, (Now) nigga, ya heard
me
 
[Lil' Wayne]
 Look, you don't remember me?
 
[B.G.]
 I remember ya, nigga
 
[Lil' Wayne]
 I was.. I was (You were doggin') a bad dog... (You were a lil' dog) Highly
Grove 17, off top, nigga (Uh-huh)
 

RESPECT US 


[Lil' Wayne]
 What what what
 What what what
 What what what
 Listen, listen
 When.. I come through.. bustin'
 Everybody on.. tha block be.. run-nin'
 Weezy Wayne, Hot Boy, I.. be.. thug-gin'
 Got.. them.. things.. ten up, keep.. hustlin'
 Catch me at tha shop, I will.. be.. there
 And my prices stay low, I keep.. it.. there
 And if you want it raw, I got.. it.. right.. here
 And if you want war, I am.. your.. nigh-tmare
 This is all I know, it's bang bang
 I hustle and slang slang
 My block.. I hang hang
 Who am I? Lil' Wayne, man
 I represent CMB
 My cell is ten in heat
 I usually get in beef
 Was taught that it's him or me
 I pop head-bustas quick
 I rock here for my brick
 I chop that, I'ma (?)
 My shop here (????)
 I always.. thug in black
 And always.. bustin' gats
 Your girly's.. fuckin' back
 Now how you... lovin' that
 
[Chorus 2x, Juvenile]
 Hot Boy$, wardy.. respect.. us
 Represen-tin' Cash Money.. Records
 It's warfare, you betta.. vest.. up
 But if you ain't scared, they blow.. your.. set.. up
 
[Lil' Wayne]
 Listen, listen
 I give it to 'em how they ask me
 Raw and nasty
 Tha AK, I pack it
 Believe I'm 'bout that action
 Slash a busta like a fraction
 I'm on that yolla
 Standin' on tha corner with one sleeve over my shoulder
 Ride on your block, I see a dozen of weak jerks
 Now it's time for your momma ta order a dozen of T-shirts
 For only half-a brick
 I'll blast tha fifty
 And I ain't gon' stop shootin' 'til I jam tha clip
 Yeah, I'm a small creeper, what
 But it's about ta get ugly
 Ya'll betta call people up
 I'm about ta start shovin' my sawed-off between your guts
 Wayne 'bout ta (cugghh-gghh-gghh) ball people up
 Ya'll betta duck
 When it get real, they hide from me
 But, all them bustas 'bout ta get killed, I'm tired of it
 Man, I'm thuggin' 'til tha day I.. I die, cousin
 Weezy Wee.. let 'em burn, bring tha fire truck in... (whoooo!)
 
[Chorus 2x]
 
Nigga, let it be known
 I'll come blow up your home
 Take a few blunts to tha dome
 And.. show up alone
 Just me and my.. flame-torch
 Wayne start.. danger
 Walked with my head down like a stranger, and banged ya
 Burnin' off that Hennesy
 Some-a ya'll be feminine
 Bounce in with a twitch
 Leave 'em crawlin' out a ditch
 God damn... son of a shhh!.. Don't speak
 I cocked that, and let it go, tssss!.. Give 'em heat
 Your cheese, I got.. ta.. get.. paid
 I'm goin' all out, no matter what.. it.. takes
 I.. was.. raised.. up on.. that.. paper
 Kill-for-the-scrill was.. in.. my.. nature
 Tote M1's and keep.. tha.. block.. hot
 Sell wrong colts to keep.. my.. glock.. hot
 Never add taxes to.. my.. price, man
 And if a boy play, I ride.. at.. night, man
 What!
 
[Chorus 3x]
 
[Juvenile]
 Uh, uh, uh
 Say Lil' Weezy
 You did this one here, ya heard me
 They ain't gon' never get weared out from this one
 It's like they said, boy
 In tha year 2000, it's all about Wayne
 It's your chrome, man, run that thang
 17th ward to tha 3rd ward downtown
 Do that there
 Huh, huh, huh, huh
 

RIDER 


AH HAA
 WHO WEE
 Young Weezy Baby
 Awwoooo
 
[Chorus:]
 I won't deny it
 I'm a xxxxxxx rider
 You don't want to xxxx with me
 But I bet she gon want to xxxx with me
 Cause who wouldnt want to xxxx with me
 Now I can't tell you xxxx bout the next man
 But he ain't got nothin on me
 So baby you should bury him
 And just marry me, just marry me
 
[Verse 1:]
 Okay I'm lookin for a REDBONE
 And when I get her I'm goin
 Tap it like a Fed Phone
 And shawty talk about her man
 She said tired of him
 I said well baby I'm gonna have you
 Tryin to hide from him
 And if it's weezy
 Then the women want to lie to him
 And I'm gon give it to EM'
 Mama said give it to EM'
 So I'm gon give it to her
 Just the way she want it
 I said girl
 I'm tryin to put my name on it
 I'm tryin to own it
 Welcome to my ranch and
 I'm gon act a donkey
 From the mornin till the night
 Till the mornin
 And if you back it up
 Then I'm gon jump on it
 
[Chorus:]
 I said I won't deny her
 Shawty is a ryder
 And she gon ride for me
 I said she lookin
 Like my bride to be
 Take one knee
 Let me take one knee
 And I said baby will you marry me
 We'll live ever after happily
 Just the way it's supposed to be
 Just you and me, just you and me
 
[Verse 1:]
 Yeah shawty said she want a ryder
 And I could be that it much
 More like a provider
 I can provide her
 And if you lookin for me
 I'm prolly inside her
 You only like her
 I'm tryin to wife her
 See I'm a lighter
 And shes my firre
 See we are tighter
 Than grip pliers
 She gets me higher
 Higher than my purp
 Shawty so bright when you
 Look at her make your eyes hurt
 Better get a visor
 Oh yeah she cold
 Yeah she cooler than an ice burg
 Fuck what you might heard
 You only like her
 I'm tryin to wife her
 
[Chorus:]
 I said I won't deny her
 Shawty is a ryder
 And she gon ride for me
 I said she lookin
 Like my bride to be
 Take one knee
 Let me take one knee
 And I said baby will you marry me
 We'll live ever after happily
 Just the way it's supposed to be
 Just you and me, just you and me
 

RIGHT ABOVE IT 

Right Above It Lyrics
 
Artist: Lil Wayne (Feat Drake)
 EP: I Am Not A Human Being
 Year: 2010
 
[Intro - Lil Wayne]
 Now tell me how you love it
 You know you at the top when only heaven?s right above it
 We onnn, cause we onnnnn
 
[Verse 1 - Drake]
 Who else really tryna fuck with Hollywood Cole? I?m with Marley G bro
 Flying Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows
 And I wanna tell you something that you prolly should know
 This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow
 And uhhhh, my real friends never hearin? from me
 Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me
 That?s why I pick and choose, I don?t get shit confused
 I got a small circle, I?m not with different crews
 We walk the same path, but got on different shoes
 Live in the same building, but we got different views
 I got a couple cars I never get to use
 Don?t like my women single, I like my chicks in twos
 And these days all the girls is down to roll
 I hit the strip club and all them bitches find a pole
 Plus I been sippin? so this shit is movin? kinda slow
 Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it?s time to go
 
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
 Now tell me how you love it
 You know you at the top when only heaven?s right above it
 We onnn
 It?s Young Money motherfucker
 If you ain?t runnin? with it, run from it motherfucker
 Alright
 Now somebody show some money in this bitch
 And I got my B?s with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig?
 I got my gun in my boo purse
 And I don?t bust back because I shoot first
 
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
 Meet me on the fresh train
 Yes I?m in the building, you just on the list of guest names
 And all of my riders do not give a fuck, X Games
 Guns turn you boys into pussies, sex change
 And I smoke ?til I got chest pains
 And you niggas know I rep my game like Jesse James
 Women are possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne
 I been fly so long I fell asleep on the fuckin? plane
 Skinny pants and some Vans
 Call me Triple A, get my advance in advance, Amen
 As the world spin and dance in my hands
 Life is a beach, I?m just playin? in the sand
 Uh, wake up and smell the pussy
 You niggas can?t see me, but never overlook me
 I?m on a paper trail, it ain?t no tellin? where it took me
 Yeah, and I ain?t a killer but don?t push meeeee
 
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
 Now tell me how you love it
 You know you at the top when only heaven?s right above it
 We onnn
 It?s Young Money motherfucker
 If you ain?t runnin? with it, run from it motherfucker
 Alright
 Now somebody show some money in this bitch
 And I got my B?s with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig?
 I got my gun in my boo purse
 And I don?t bust back because I shoot first
 
[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
 Uhh, how do he say what?s never said?
 Beautiful black woman, I bet that bitch look better red
 Limpin? off tour cause I made more off my second leg
 Motherfuckin? Birdman Junior, eleventh grade
 Ball on automatic start
 I could hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
 Wildcat offense, check the paw prints
 We in the building, you niggas in apartments
 Uh, no-now c?mon be my blood donor
 Flow so nice, you ain?t gotta put a rug on her
 Do it big and let the small fall under that
 Damn, where you stumbled at?
 From where they make gumbo at
 Kane got the fuckin? beat jumpin? like a jumping jack
 And you know me, I get on this bitch and have a heart attack
 Hip Hop I?m the heart of that, nigga nothin? short of that
 President Carter, Young Money Democrat
 Uhh
 
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
 Now tell me how you love it
 You know you at the top when only heaven?s right above it
 We onnn
 It?s Young Money motherfucker
 If you ain?t runnin? with it, run from it motherfucker
 Alright
 Now somebody show some money in this bitch (yeah)
 And I got my B?s with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig? (Soo Woo)
 And I got my gun in my boo purse (5 Star)
 And I don?t bust back because I shoot first (yeahh, alright)
 
[Outro - Lil Wayne]
 Yeahh
 We onnn
 Young Mu-Young Mula babyyy

RITE THRU ME 

you see right thru me
how do you do that shit
how do you do that shit
how do you do that shit
how do you
how do you
how do you
how do you
how do you
you let me win, you let me ride
you let me rock, you let me slide
and when they lookin, you let me hide
defend my honor, protect my pride
the good advice, i always hated but lookin' back, it made me greater
you always told me, forget the haters, jus' get my money, jus get my weight up
know when im lien, know when im cryin', its like you got it, down to a science
why am i tryin, know you aint buyin
i try to fight it, back with defying
you make me laugh, you make me horse, from yellin at you and gettin at you
pickin up dishes, throwin them at you
why are you speakin, when no one asked you
you see right thru me
how do you do that shit
how do you do that shit
how do you do that shit
how do you
how do you
how do you
how do you
how do you
what are we doing, could you see thru me
cause you say nicki and i say who me
and you say no you and i say screw you
then you start dressin and you start leavin
and i start cryin and i start screamin
the heavy breathin but whats the reason
always get the reaction
you one that im actually frontin
im askin you somethin yo
answer this question
class is in session
tired of letting
passive aggression
control my mind
capture my soul
ok youre right jus let it go
ok you got it , its in the can
before i played it you knew my hand
you can turn a freak on to a cold
nigga got the peep hole to my soul
you see right thru me
how do you do that shit
how do you do that shit
how do you do that shit
how do you
how do you
how do you
how do you
how do you
you see right thru me
how do you do that shit
how do you do that shit
how do you do that shit
how do you
how do you
how do you
how do you
how do you
YO !
YO!
wont you jus stop lookin through me cus' i cant take it
no i cant take it
you see right thru me
how do you do that shit
how do you do that shit
how do you do that shit
how do you
how do you
how do you
how do you
how do you

you see right thru me
you see right thru me baby
you see right thru me
you see right thru me
how do you
how do you
how do you
how do you
Oh Baby

ROLLIN FREESTYLE 

G5 sitting on the runway
Big ass chopper: call that bitch Beyonce
This for my dawgs locked down all day
Money, power, respect: 3 the hard way
I put some real niggas on their feet, boy
So they'll kill anyone for me, boy
Yeah, YMCMB boy
Young Tunechi fresh to death
Rest in peace, boy
My Gat bang your hat hang
I ride off with Mack Maine
I drink Patron straight
You niggas keep that champagne
My pa is the Birdman
I'm rich as a white man
I come to your show and kill you
And your hypeman
We roll in, let's roll out
My bitches don't hold out
They got Marley G
I gotta burn my lil bro out
Let my dreads grow out
My bitch got a blow out
Mi casa, su casa
My house is, a ho house
Only fuck with, real niggas
Polo, fuck that Hilfiger
Yeah I'm on a pill nigga
Feed you to my little niggas
Shout out to my big homies
Fifi and T-Streets
Scope on that AK make me take a sneak peek
T, roll another one
Razor blade on the tongue
You ain't never seen this watch
Nigga, this a wonder one
You niggas is honey-bun
Your girlfriend a ton of fun
Chopper with a drum, muthafucker
Give the drummer some
Cut that like my blunt is done

Suck a nigga's dick or something
Pop that pussy for me then wile out
And then give my nigga's some
I'mma do my thing
I put that on Nicki Minaj, I need a bad redbone
To come give my dick a massage
I'm talking big money
I'm talking heavyweight
I cut down on the syrup
Now I'm in better shape
I'm from New Orleans nigga
Where you ain't never safe
Who fuck with me, I drop you off
In front of Heaven gates
OK, jump off a building
Jump out a window
Smoke like a junky
And fuck like a nympho
Drink like a goldfish
That's right, you know this
Hold up: click-clack
OK, I'm reloaded
fuck with Lil Tunechi
I'm good I'm Gucci
Wild as Ryu
I hit you with that Hadouken
My money too long, nigga
My weed too strong, nigga
fuck everybody
I'm in my own zone nigga
And every time you see me I'm wet and I'm rolling
Tunechi rest in peace, fresh to death
And I'm rolling
About to fuck a bitch
I just met cause she rolling
Nigga we rolling, nigga I'm rolling
Gotta keep a towel
I'mma sweat cause I'm rolling
Pouring at a bitch nigga's neck, cause I'm rolling
Damn ma! I ain't come yet!
Cause I'm rolling. Bitch, I'm rolling
Young Mula, baby. Sorry for the wait

RUN THIS TOWN 

No Celiing, Yeah, Heheehaa
Ima run this town tonight alright now
Nigga we are. So ready for the war.
C-A-R-T-E-R put the beat in ER.
I'm colder than B-R
Add another 3 R's
Watch me like D-V-D-V-C-R
Pump to your chest I aint talking CPR
riding this track like a
muthaf-cking street car.
New Orleans Coroner.
His name is Frank Minyare.
fuck with me wrong. you'll
be waking up in his yard.
man I go crazy on this beat i go nimrod
man I act a ass.
treat the beat like a
hemorrhoid
man I go to work on the beat.
call it employ.
man I kicks it.
bitch get your shin guard.
Uh. Young money run this towns.
countries.
I still eat rappers. hmm. scrumptious.
my goons tote thumpers.
they pump em like crumpers.
anybody beat.
im gon go archie bonkers
tunchie beat a wallis.
lets run the metropolis.
I pop like lollies.
you drop like eyelids.
the money keep calling.
I hear da shit dialing.
and they say money talks you hear my
shit hollerin
you softer than nalin. oops i meant
nylon
perfection is the goal. and im heading to
the pylon.
crown fit me good.
i aint even got ta try on.
my pistol mean business.
that bitch should have a tie on
Teety told me do this shit so I had to do
this shit.
i get super hero money. call a n-gga
super rich.
keep it super far. wide lemme get on
my super shit.
super ill. super sick.
dog. i go super Vick.
ran into a super women. turned into a
super bitch hit her with that super dick. she
be coming super quick
super Mills. Mack. Tyga.
Streets. Nelly. Super Nick.
super Drizzy. Gudda, Chuckie
Twist thats the super clicc.
now im off that super shit.
fuck that shit i super quit
running circles round da game like
a hula hoop an'shit.
your gon have to nuke this shit.
dere won't be a duplicate.
and my blunts be super thick.
I'm higher than a super kick.
I'm the bomb baby, watch me nuke this shit
when I leave the booth. they gotta
scoop this shit.
my apologiess. diabolically.
i'm the prodigy.
do you roger me.
I look in the flames and see the
hotter me.
but how come i'm still colder than commonly
yeah we run this town,
like a lot of feet,
Young Mula Baby,
Im poud of me
(proud of me)