WHAT'S WRONG WITH THEM 

[Lil Wayne]
 Uh, life on the rocks
 Too hard to swallow
 So we get high till it feel like the sky low
 Ya’ll boys just a bunch of p-ssy cats milo
 Money is the song, pockets on high note
 Do ra me faso
 I rock like a fossil, big ball sh-t, Paul Castellano
 Shoot ya ass up, now crawl out the condo
 Thats that nine n-gga, lil rando
 Sleeping with the enemy so I f-ck the World
 To Miss Louise Anna, the sweetest southern girl
 The sweetest southern girl
 (sweetest southern girl)
 
[Nicki Minaj]
 This is times up
 Put your signs up
 Made em pick my dude
 I line up
 Baby what the f-ck is wrong (wrong) with them
 What the f-ck is wrong (wrong) with them
 You see money you call
 Very few are chosen
 Looking at the wall
 You can feel them close in
 Baby what the f-ck is wrong (wrong) with them
 What the f-ck is wrong (wrong) with them
 
[Lil Wayne]
 Uh, mind over matter
 Money over all
 The World is on my shoulders,
 Shall I dust my shoulders off?
 Uzi rat-a-tatter, knocking over walls
 F-ck the bullsh-t, but just don’t f-ck it raw man
 P-ssy has a pattern and I know where I’m going
 And if you got beef I turn into a tenderloin
 Sanity kills so I live the crazy life
 I wonder if you’ll pay attention if I change the price
 Life is my wife, till death do us part
 Man I’m fly as f-ck you aint even next to depart
 Quick draw McGraw, I hope you like art
 
[Chorus]
 This is times up
 Put your signs up
 Made em pick my dude
 I line up
 Baby what the f-ck is wrong (wrong) with them
 What the f-ck is wrong (wrong) with them
 You see money you call
 Very few are chosen
 Looking at the wall
 You can feel them close in
 Baby what the f-ck is wrong (wrong) with them
 What the f-ck is wrong (wrong) with them
 
[Lil Wayne]
 Stepping on the bullsh-t
 You can be my doormat
 Y’all aint going nowhere with that hatin’ sh-t, four flat
 Disrespectful on the beat, Borat
 F-ck the system and the p-ssy wasn’t all that
 Yeah, now time’s gettin’ shorter
 Life on ya head like f-cking read carter now
 Dont you cross me, you do better crossing the border
 So much money piled up I’m a muthaf-cking hoarder
 
[Chorus]
 This is times up
 Put your signs up
 Made em pick my dude
 I line up
 Baby what the f-ck is wrong (wrong) with them
 What the f-ck is wrong (wrong) with them
 You see money you call
 Very few are chosen
 Looking at the wall
 You can feel them close in
 Baby what the f-ck is wrong (wrong) with them
 What the f-ck is wrong (wrong) with them

WHEN I SLEEP 

Let you know something about me
 I'm a Southern boy! Know what I'm talking about?
 
[Hook - Kid Ink]
 I remember all the days stuck in December
 Caught in the rain, all the pain, having no money come my way
 But now I'm making money even when I sleep
 Eyes wide awake, but I really need a dream
 We hustle, hustle
 
[Verse 1]
 I go by Weezy, baby
 So call me "Lil Weasel"
 My city is New Orleans
 Baby, my street is Eagle
 And that's my nigga's?
 He like to break a piece
 He got the gun, I got the rope, my nigga pick a tree
 Ain't talking money, I let the nickel speak
 Niggas think I'm cheap, you ain't gon? to me
 The only thing to be: a picture on your shirt
 No homo: I put your dick in the dirt
 Flip em like a shovel with that wrist work
 I stop ya, heard? I keep em coming like clockwork
 J cool with the jump, it's an outburst
 And we gon be from South Philly til the South dirt
 Bad bitch let me get all the outskirts
 It's lil Weezy, yeah?
 This ain't a concert, this ain't a?
 This an outburst, so hear the shot burst:
 
[Hook - Kid Ink]
 
Every hustle, we hustle, hustle ? hey!

[Verse 2]
 Straight from the bottom, now I'm high as a mountain
 From the city where you need way more protection than a condom
 Had a dream but I'm conscious, see the veins in my sockets
 In the sky, wishing I could turn this plane into a rocket
 And just leave here, more money but the problems still live here
 I feel the pressure from my lil peers
 Cause I'm about to blow, Swisher Sweet breathe in
 One hit, lose your breath, all I do is (breathe) win
 Big fish swimming in the deep end
 No present, fuck I'm into pretense
 I remember rainfall in the street
 Now I'm in the club: watch me make this bitch precipitate
 I promised to myself I would be the best
 You could say I'm crazy or a mess
 Just hand me a wrench
 And it's nothing you can tell a ho
 Life is just a bitch, I'll forgive her but I'll never forget

WHEN THEY COME FOR ME 


[chorus: Lil Wayne]
 Tell them boys i'll be hell when they come for me
 Me and every single nigga that got love for me
 See i got money on my mind
 But the haters wont leave me alone
 So im ridin everyday with every pistol that i own
 
Tell them i'll be hell when they come for me
 Me and every single nigga that got love for me
 See i got money on my mind
 But the haters wont leave me alone
 So im ridin everyday with every pistol
 Everyday with every pistol
 Yea
 
[verse:]
 Nigga u dun fucked up
 Nigga back the fuck down
 I dont care where i go
 I dont care who u kno
 I dont care bout what u say
 I put them words back down yo throat
 I dont care where u stay
 Nigga im from uptown!
 I gotta get em slim
 They talkin beef to me
 They just a bunch of bitches
 They talkin sweet to me
 Pussy niggas
 I guess i gotta eat pussy
 Put a hole in em
 Now thats a deep pussy
 The cops hate me
 But a star's born
 The streets love me
 But how long will they morn
 Imma real nigga
 Say real nigga thangs
 Bullet dont have no name
 
[chorus:]
 Tell them boys i'll be hell when they come for me
 Me and every single nigga that got love for me
 See i got money on my mind
 But the haters wont leave me alone
 So im ridin everyday with every pistol that i own
 
Tell them i'll be hell when they come for me
 Me and every single nigga that got love for me
 See i got money on my mind
 But the haters wont leave me alone
 So im ridin everyday with every pistol
 Everyday with every pistol
 Look
 
[verse 2:]
 I never fold
 But i just take my chance
 I let life deal
 And i just play my hand
 Protection off safe
 I look straight ahead
 "i got them niggas weezy"
 Thats what the 380 said
 U gotta play in the field to get paid
 And then u gotta go lay in that bed that u made
 Its cashmoney this that army bregade
 And im spittin like i ate a grenade
 Im dippin in that apron to fade
 Hittin 4 with the butt
 Put the wings up and straight show em my gutt
 Hate my swagga so mean
 And i kno how to operate that machine
 (bllllllllllllrrrrrrr)
 
[chorus:]
 Tell them boys i'll be hell when they come for me
 Me and every single nigga that got love for me
 See i got money on my mind
 But the haters wont leave me alone
 So im ridin everyday with every pistol that i own
 
Tell them i'll be hell when they come for me
 Me and every single nigga that got love for me
 See i got money on my mind
 But the haters wont leave me alone
 So im ridin everyday with every pistol
 Everyday with every pistol
 Yes
 
[verse 3:]
 Aim at his brain
 Make a nigga learn
 And if thats choppa bullets
 Then they suppose to burn
 And if u went in jail
 I never saw i cell
 But i come from new orleans
 Yea right there under hell
 Tell my gal dont u worry bout nothin
 But see these niggas want me dead
 So hold me tight when ya fuck me
 I told her im straped imma rider girl
 And imma shoot from every side like around the world uhh
 Believe that and u can tell em bring the whole gang
 Im gon give u that automatic touchin errthang
 Nigga its the bird man
 Jr pure pain
 You're just just a curb stain
 
[chorus:]
 Tell them boys i'll be hell when they come for me
 Me and every single nigga that got love for me
 See i got money on my mind
 But the haters wont leave me alone
 So im ridin everyday with every pistol that i own
 
Tell them i'll be hell when they come for me
 Me and every single nigga that got love for me
 See i got money on my mind
 But the haters wont leave me alone
 So im ridin everyday with every pistol
 Everyday with every pistol
 

WHERE YOU AT 


[CHORUS]
 All my niggaz if you with me
Where you at? (OH!)
 All my soldiers if you with me
 Where you at? (OH!)
 All my hustlaz if you with me
 Where you at? (OH!)
 Where you at? (OH!)
 Where you at? Say (OH!)
 Niggaz if you with me
Let me hear you say (OH!)
 Soldiers if you with me
 Let me hear you say (OH!)
 Hustlaz if you with me
Let me hear you say (OH!)
 Say, say (OH!)
 Say, say (OH!)
 
Aye (OH!)
 I come and do my thang and hold down my SIDE
 Single Street man throw my set up HIGH
 Weezy Wee gang call them boys that SQUAD
 That Squad...SQUAD UP! YOU KNOW
 And WE get a lot of dough on the strength of ME
 Get a lot of 'dro for the strength of FEE
 Get a lot of blow
 But keep that on the D
 D what?...DL! YOU KNOW
 And OH you don't wanna fuck with a nigga
 'Cuz a nigga might fuck with the trigger
 Leave a nigga on the FLO'
 Truly I don't buck with you nigga
 Let my tooly talk talk to you nigga
 Bitch man is an itch to a rich man WHOA
 '20s on the six with the kicks sitting LOW
 Sticky in my swish man gasoline FLO'
 Fire spit man Weezy is about to BLOW
 YA KNOW!
 
[CHORUS]
 
Aye (OH!)
 Pass the pine to the pimp old juice killer
 Catch your eye in one glimpse old school with the
 Ass up high the front dip drip BAM
 Mami like DAMN Lil' Wayne STOP PLAYING
 Baby I'm a baller I hustle with my father
 It's the Birdman and Birdman J.R.
 Flip them birds man eighteen grand just order
 Eighty-five for half and forty-five for quarter
 YEAH! Tity baby put it in the AIR
 I'm jumping out this atmoSPHERE
And I'm jumping in your bitch if she at a PLAYER
 Jumping in the painted thing on that Dang-A-Dangs
 You see the arm when I pass nigga Bling-A-Ling
 You now I'm armed we can mash man it Aint-A-Thing
 You know I'm calm but I'm a gorilla Aint-A-Game
 I got a banana clip for all you Orang-A-Tangs
 LET'S BANG!
 
[CHORUS]
 
Aye (OH!)
 It's young Weezy cant nothing see me DOG
 I get you done easy with one easy phone call
 And the sawed off make your arms fall off
 Like a short sleeved polo...wont bother me no more
 Ice like strobe light...look like I'm moving slo mo'
 Probaly look nice on low pro Yokahomas
 With '20 inch chromes poking out 'em
 Chrissy till the dome tote the ganja
Redbone in the shower
 Hello! Pochahontas give a long stroke poke for hours
 Floating vagina oh I'ma holla
 So coke and the nanies I'm honest man
 Nothing big maybe ounces, grams
 But I know how to double...and sometimes it's scams
 But I know to hustle...and some glocks'll jam
 But I know how to bust'em...and some drops'll slam
 All alloy buttons that's all stunting
That boy's something YEAH
 
[CHORUS]
 

WHIP IT 

Songwriters: Carter, Dwayne; Harrison, Darius;Okay, you ain?t know shit
 It?s Weezy F baby like a newborn bitch
 You ain?t know shit
 I put your girl to work now, here?s a uniform bitch
 
Pimpin? over here and I ain?t Santa Clause
 But yeah, I make it rain dear
 Money out the ass
 Yeah, money out the rear
 
Weezy at the plate
 I could bunt it out of here safe as a motherfucker
 Ain?t no safety button on this motherfucker
 Where the safe motherfucker?
 
That?s the case, Doc the judge
 Weezy F the ample fury
 Hang 12 witnesses
 That?s what I call a hung jury
 
Brung Jerry Bling Bling
 I made that but I don?t even say that
 As much as [unverified] say that
 That?s way back
 
Boy you should catch up
 It must of been mine, theys
 Long hair, pretty eyes
 Light skin, fine legs
 
Phat ass, skinny stomach
 Pretty feet, pretty woman
 Walking down the street
 ?Cause I put her out my jeep
 
I don?t save ?em, I slave ?em
 They want Weezy F
 I bad grade ?em, I don?t degrade ?em
 I serenade ?em
 
100 on the chest, 100 on the arm
 Rings so thick I can?t even make a fist
 Nigga, fuck how you do it
 ?Cause I do it like this
 
Yeah, and I just do my Wayne
 And every time I do it I do my thang
 Yeah, and I just do my Wayne
 And every time I do it I do my thang
 
Kunta Kinte on my shit, nigga
 Like I ate a plate of roots for dinner
 But I ate a plate of loot for dinner
 I?m in the garden sellin? fruit to sinners
 
Like apples to Shaq, hey big spender
 And do remember just like Brenda
 2 grand still get ya four and a baby
 I?ma kill ?em when I drop like I?m holdin? a baby
 
Weezy F
 The F is for don?t forget the baby
 And bitch, I?ve been hot
 But you don?t know me from Satan
 
And if you?re Manning up
 You better show me you?re Peyton
 But you pussies ain?t ballin?, no sir
 Not lathen?
 
Bricks get shipped , bricks get cut
 Dr. Carter, Nip & Tuck
 Yeah, but you could call me Wayne
 But now watch me and my chain, gang
 
Yes, it?s me bitches
 Deuce Bigalow on these he bitches
 Flu flow
 Flyer then Bird Coupe like a two door
 
What do you know?
 I know the streets bitch
 And this is my toilet
 And you can eat shit
 
Got them girls in my bathroom with their asses out
 ?Cause I?m fly like flyers they passin? out
 We mashin? out, we young Mula
 I got that 12 gauge don?t make me 1 2 ya
 
3 4 5 train bitch, suwoop
 If you ain?t on my train, bitch, cho cho
 Like you got my dick in your mizouth
 And I?ma do me, bitch, with you or without
 
Shit always right sometimes
 And from the top everybody look 1?9
 And I?m 2?much
 The numbers don?t lie
 
And if they stop makin? Cadillac?s
 I swear I?m gon? die
 And if the weed man
 Don?t have no more onions I?ma cry
 
And if yif was a piff then I?d rather drink wine
 Shit, I?ma take my time
 Now, am I crazy or just lazy?
 ?Cause I?m tired of ballin? darlin?
 
And I roll with my riders like it?s Harley party
 And we roll with them choppers like it?s a Harley party
 We are all dressed in red like it?s a scarlet party
 I was ballin? in New Orleans way before the Charlotte Hornets
 
I?m an X man, bitch, I ain?t talkin? McCormick
 Put the dirty dishes in the sank
 No pork but I get paid like a piggy bank
 I spit like backwash, sasquash
 
No back talk, I act lost
 But I bet that money find me
 Your jewelry telling jokes
 You got them funny diamonds
 I got them sunny diamonds
 
I got them money problems
 That Christopher Wallace
 Fuck bitches, get money
 Young money
 

WHO WANNA 


Somebody call the slick police
 Capitol W
Weezy Baby
This is the Carter man
 Rim low all I can see is the flow now let's go!
 Raj ya bangin 'em in the.. Raj I say ya bangin 'em in the..
 Raj I say ya bangin 'em in the head wit this one cut!
 Weezy Weezy say guard ya face bitch
 Weezy say guard ya neck bitch
 Weezy Baby this is the Carter

 I move it from a eighth to a slab from a slab to a quarter
 From a quarter to a half from a half to a hard one
 You do the math it's a horror
 While I be on the ave gettin off one nineteen for a soft one
 Bricks I loft 'em catch him he hot
 If I catch you without my scratch I'm stretchin ya out
 If you catch me without the burna burn me
 I beg of you shoot off the leg of you and kick ya in the ass
 I'm dyin of doom I say I'm sick with cash
 These eyes are real see straight through ya liquid ass
 You see me straight through the glass house picnic wagon
 You could see it by my bitch face she thick with ass
 Get slick slick I click click blast on ya bitch ass
 Squad up shit click or smash on ya bitch ass
 Smash on ya bitch ass
 Now pick the grass up out ya ass and the caps out ya cap Aye!

[Chorus - 2X]
 Who wanna fuck wit me tell 'em I'm waitin for 'em
 Who wanna fuck wit me tell 'em I'm waitin for 'em
 Who gon fuck wit me I got the blazer for 'em
 Who gon fuck wit me do you wanna fuck wit me Naw!

 Hustle boy sell a nick to ya mom I'll sell a brick out ya house
 I'll sell a brick to a house nigga
 I'll send a clip to ya mouth back of the gun to ya nose
 Front of the gun to ya clothes I let it rip and I bounce
 Lights off young Teddy Pender is out
 Mask on scare the fuck out ya but ya ass grown
 I wasnt born with no silver spoon
 But I can heat it in a spoon and pitch it in a balloon
 Tomb sittin in ya room sing for me
 But if ya don't gimmie no tune the semi go boom
 But if ya dont hear me doe fool the semi go boom
I'm try to make moves but they gimmie no room
 I takes my space I blaze the haze take ya babe to space
 She gimmie amazing face I sung Amazing Grace
 I was once lost but now I'm found
 Full of them pounds is how I'm found Aye!

 [Chorus - 2X]

 Oh! Oh! Bang 'em in da head Whoa!
 Oh! Oh! Bang 'em in da face Whoa!
 Oh! Oh! Bang 'em in da neck Whoa!
 Rim low all I can see is the flow now let's go!

 I know how to cook so I buy it soft
 I also sell it soft depending the cost
 You know thats shells they toss defending they boss
 They wipes 'em well across ya dentures like floss
 You know I smell ya talk and I swear I knows bullshit and pussy near or far
 Ya'll niggaz better gear up for the comin of the boy
 From a young'n to a boy to young boy boy
 I dump toys boy at ya punk boy toys
 Take the pump out the trunk take a chunk out a chump
 Baby what have I done I created a monster
 Weezy Baby a gangster no wankster
 Hell naw I smell ya'll
 Didnt know Jam Master well but I rocks wit my shells on
 And the block still a hell zone
 Get a helmet for you and ya gals dome I suggest! Aye!

 [Chorus - 2X]

 Bang 'em in da head whoa!
 Bang 'em in da face whoa!
 Bang 'em in da neck whoa!
 Rim low all I can see is the flow now let's go

 Bang 'em in da head whoa!
 Bang 'em in da face whoa!
 Bang 'em in da neck whoa!
 Rim low all I can see is ya hoe now let's go
 

WHOEVER YOU LIKE 

(Lil Wayne)
I said im stepping out with my niggas tonight
Its young money bitch and
You can do whoever you like
You can do whoever you like
I said gudda gudda, t-streets, drizzy, drake, mack main, jae millz, tyga tyga
You can do whoever you like
You can do whoever you like

I said im stepping out with my niggas tonight
Its young money bitch and
You can do whoever you like
You can do whoever you like
Yea gudda gudda, t-streets, drizzy, drake, mack main, jae millz, tyga tyga
You can do whoever you like
You can do whoever you like

(Jae Millz)
Baby we are so live you aint gotta check for a pulse
Its young money
But you can call us multiple choice
See you can choose me
Choose mack or gudda gudd, streets, drizzy, drake, tyga tyga
Or all the above
But no fallin in love
We just fuck until we fall out and we fall asleep
You wanna uptown hustla you can call on me
Im jae millz for my money I make moves
Like a R8 on the open street
I know youre nasty I can see it in your eyes
I can tell how you move its written all in your vibe
So fuck ya man cuz what he livin is a lie
He commercial its only 10 seats on them planes that we fly
Plus im fly
And no exaggeration but im so high fuck a plane
Ill get you to your destination
Holla at ya mizzan its young money
Life is good fuck the forecast cuz everyday is sunny
(Lil Wayne)
"well not actually cause I make it rain"
Whatever you like
Yea you can pick the weather you like
Ok
jae millz, gudda gudda, taz po, t-streets, mack main, tyga tyga
You can do whoever you like
You can do whoever you like

Umm..
They ask me am I single and I tell em hell no
They ask who I go with I say whoever wanna go
And we can go wherever you like
They ask me am I single and I tell em hell no
They ask who im fuckin I say whoever wanna know
And I can fuck whoever I like

(Gudda Gudda)
Got my 2 fingers out the roof see me reppin out
The levi's is skinny so im walkin wit the weapon out
2 bitches on my arm get my don won on
Watch the ho's go crazy when the boys song on
Multicolored stones on, we gettin money, yeah
I get my styrofoam on, my cup muddy
Yeah I walk down on ya bitch, then I run away wit her
Let her do what she like, then I have my way wit her
I aint tryna play wit her, I aint tryna stay wit her
Im just tryna dick her down nigga you can lay wit her
So give me myspace light dot com
Im funk master flex with the flow I drop bombs
Young gudda money bags, thats what they callin me
Shittin on you boys like im sittin on the toilet seat
Why M.O.B. we on that soprano shit
Everyday we blowing cash we be on that hammer shit

(Lil Wayne)
Like you cant touch this
Like you cant touch us with a pipe
But we can touch whoever we like
You could even do little.chucky, little twist, KY, bobby V, little scrap
Didnt say me, cuz I got a wife
So sorry not tonight

Ohh, but you can do
Gudda gudda, t-streets, drizzy, drake, mack main, jae millz, tyga tyga
You can do whoever you like
You can do whoever you like

Yeah Im steppin out with my niggas tonight
and you could do whoever you like
you could do whoever you like

WISH YOU WOULD 


[Lil Wayne]
 Look look look - don't play with me
 Look look look
 Huh? Huh? Look
 Let's get the pistols out the trunk, let's get ready to bust things
 Leave a nigga block full of nothin' but guts, brains
 Ain't no way, nowhere that these niggas could duck flames
 My guns up for and tellin' all to suck Wayne
 I'm runnin' with a clique that just be thuggin' heavy
 Plus I'm runnin' in them bricks, cook it, cut it, sell it
 One time for my daddy, Rabbit, up in Heaven
 Ever since my nigga died I've been strapped up and ready
 Come and get it - it's Wheezy Whee, the hottest ever
 Now this fella gon' get bullets inside his sweater
 I'm just terror, or better yet, horror or drama
 And tomorrow I'ma hit the block and barrow your momma
 Beef with me, you're swimmin' in water with sharks and piranhas
 Revolvers and choppers got all your partners callin' the coppers
 And for the grand finale, I might pull up in a tan Denali
 When I hop out, in my hand is a Calico sprayin' your family
 
[Hook]
 [Lil Wayne]
 Don't play with me - I wish you would
 I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
 You bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
 I pop my gun
 Better hide and run
 
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I wish you would
 I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
 Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
 And I pop my gun
 Better hide and run
 
[Lil Wayne]
 What is this that done got me in your district? Twist it
 Now everybody got dots on they heads like Egyptians
 I'm tipsy - I've been sippin' on that Hennessy, people
 Then it get deeper, I start shootin' up innocent people
 Seventeen creeper is who I - what I - be, dog
 The clip slide in the four-five, then it blow five
 In heat, dog? It's your life or me, dog
 On four tires, or feet, dog
 I still be on the block sweepin'
 Nobody is not sleepin'
 Got me in all black with a gun in a palm
 Run in his home, start shootin', hit his son in the dome
 Dummy, it's on - ain't gon' be no relaxin' and stuff
 cause when I come through mashin' the truck, I'm blastin' a pump
 and passin' a blunt - me circle, wants to see if he dead
 Gotta be sure cause niggas promised me a ki if he dead
 But, dog, you get it raw if you are with the kid
 I'll push your baby momma car off the bridge
 Huh?!
 
[Hook]
 [Lil Wayne]
 Bet' not play with me cause I wish you would
 I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
 Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
 Then I pop my gun
 Better hide and run
 
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I wish you would
 I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
 Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
 Then I pop my gun
 Better hide and run
 
[Lil Wayne]
 You might catch me with bandanas and strapped T
 On the back street of your block in the back seat
 I'ma cap three at the first coward I up and see
 I'ma bust the piece and knock his body a couple of feet
 When I rush your front door, you get a few to your stomach
 Hope they dress you up nice because your funeral Sunday
 Nigga shouldn't've played tough - wouldn't've got his head bust
 Now your whole livin' room is full of pink and red stuff
 Now you're gatted up, full of that vodka and weed - add it up
 Fresh platted up, your T-shirt all tatted up
 Crack in the tongue of my kicks
 Plus I got a gun on my hip, and I'm runnin' the strip
 I know you see me: Little Wheezy killaholeezy
 A hundred rounds from the chopper leave 'em real sleepy
 You know how we be smellin' weedy up in our clothes
 Cutthroatin', connivin' killers, but that's all I know
 Huh? Huh? Huh?
 
[Hook]
 [Lil Wayne]
 Bet' not play with me cause I wish you would
 I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
 Nigga, bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
 Then I pop my gun
 Better hide and run
 
Niggas bet' not play with me - boy, I wish you would
 I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
 Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
 Then I pop my gun
 Better hide and run
 
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I wish you would
 I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
 Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
 Then I pop my gun
 Better hide and run
 
Niggas bet' not play with me - boy, I wish you would
 I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
 Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
 Then I pop my gun
 Better hide and run
 
Niggas bet' not play with me
 Look, uh-huh (uh-huh uh-huh)
 Look look look
 Look look look
 Whoa
 

WITH ME 

[Intro:]
 The hottest... under the sun
 Ain't nobody xxxxxxx with me, man
 And you already know that, pimpin
 Cash Money Records, where dreams come true
 Fuck up my dreams, somebody gon die tonight
 And you already know that, pimpin
 Hey it's Cash Money Records man
 The law in this game
 
[Verse 1:]
 Un-fuckin believable, Little Wayne's the president
 Fuck em, xxxx em, xxxx em
 Even if they celibate
 I know the game is crazy
 It's more crazy than it's ever been
 I'm married to that crazy bitch
 Call me Kevin Federline
 It's obvious that he'll be Cash Money til the death of him
 The ground shall break when they bury him
 Bury him, I know one day they gotta bury him
 But I lock my casket tight baby so I don't let the devil in
 Nigga, it's just me and my guitar
 Yea, xxxxx I'm heavy metal-ing
 You can get to xxxxxx Led Zeppelin
 Niggas is bitches, bitches, I think they full of estrogen
 And we hold court, take your life for the settlement
 Yes, I'm the best. and no I ain't positive, I'm definate
 I know the game like I'm reffing it
 This is Tha Carter, Tha Carter 3, the new testament
 And I'm the god, and this is what I bless them with
 
[Hook:]
 Bitch, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me
 Baby, I'm me, So who you, You're not me, You're not me
 And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
 I'm a motha xxxxxx Cash Money millionaire
 I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
 I'm a motha xxxxxx Cash Money millionaire
 
[Verse 2:]
 Junior
 It's cash money over everything
 It's in my blood I feel it runnning in every vein
 I'm from the mud I am a missle like the stud
 What's really good, I'm about to ruckus like fud
 And I stay on my flow and Cash Money like a rug
 Tied to the fuckin' birmman like a log
 And dear Mr. Ronald Williams
 To you I shall forever give thanks like a billion
 Cash Money million, hier to the throne
 Going at the head is like hair and a comb
 Sittin by the window, I just stare at the stone
 Knowin' I might get through it like hair and a comb
 Know money over bitches, my niggas trust my sisters
 And I will take or trash it with the lord as my witness
 And you all have witnessed, but I am not finished
 So keep your mouth closed and let your eyes listen
 
[Hook:]
 That I'm me I'm me, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me
 Baby, I'm me, So who you, You're not me, You're not me
 And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
 I'm a motha xxxxxx Cash Money millionaire
 I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
 I'm still a motha xxxxxx Cash Money millionaire
 
[Verse 3:]
 Last year they had the grammys and left me in Miami
 Sleeping on a nigga like I'm rapping in my jammies
 I'm rapping when you sleep, I was rapping when you were in jammies
 Mel Gibson flew lethal weapon book em' danny
 I'm a monster I tell you monster wayne
 I have just swallowed the key to the house of pain
 Now I'm stuck here to deal with the house's pain
 Fuck with me, I will peel like the house's pain
 Let's go, niggas don't see me cause I'm better than both
 The only time I will depend is when I'm seventy years old
 That's when I can't hold my xxxx within so I xxxx on myself
 Cause I'm so sick and tired of shitting on everybody else
 I'm tryna tell you like I saying something
 I'm from the dirty like the bottom of my pants cuff
 And there ain't nothin gonna stop me
 So just envy it, hey, I'll accept a friendly quit.
 (ha) yea
 
[Hook:]
 I'm me, I'm me. Bitch, I'm me
 Baby, I'm me, So who you, You're not me, You're not me
 And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
 I'm a motha xxxxxx Cash Money millionaire
 I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
 I am a motha xxxxxx Cash Money millionaire
 
[Outro:]
 The hottest... under the sun
 Ain't nobody xxxxxxx with me, man
 And you already know that, pimpin
 Cash Money Records, where dreams come true
 Somebody gon die tonight
 And you already know that, pimpin
 Hey it's Cash Money Records man
 The law in this game

WITH YOU 

Shawty badder than a three year old
Keep playin' and I'ma eat her like a pita roll
I'm just sayin' with my love I could feed her soul
Two day getaway and we don't need our clothes

We at the pool and she lookin' like a center fold
Two tattoos but she say she gettin' plenty mo'
She got Indian in her family, seminal
Me and shawty go together like chemicals

And she get mad when I call other woman hoes
You send a rose, I pick some flowers and send her those
Tall glass of Merlot get her in the mode
Two tall glasses of Merlot get her out her robe

I whisper in her ear, then lick around her lobe
And when she check her watch, it's never time to go
And with her brain she should make the honor roll
And when I came, she caught me like the common cold

God damn, you the shit
And I'll rip my heart out and hand you the shit
And I don't really know how to handle this shit
But tonight it's moonlight and candles and shit

With you, baby
With you, baby
With you, baby
With you, baby
With you and only you

I say damn I must be left 'cause you the best I ever seen right
Shawty put me on, you got me gone like some green lights
See you with your girls, they probably tellin' that he ain't right
Bet they be the same bitches at the weddin' throwin' rice

Let's get together over night
Shawty I'm a pro and you are lookin' like the prototype
But see that I took your advice
Sometimes you got to blow it twice
Then shake it up and roll the dice

I'm crusin' on the road of life but I need a passenger
Appetite for lovin', Ma I'm hungry like a scavenger
I, I be on that lavender, I, I be in the bath with her
Then I gotta go under that water like a mariner

God damn, you the shit
And I'll rip my heart out and hand you the shit
And I don't really know how to handle this shit
But tonight it's moonlight and candles and shit

With you, baby
With you, baby
With you, baby
With you, baby
With you and only you

Now she don't know about me but I'mma put her on it
And she ain't sure 'bout me but can't go without me
We probably ain't supposed to be together
But I wonder if our love affair could last forever

And shawty I'm with ya
Smoke a lot of weed but I could never forget ya
Then I told her to her face
If everyone was like you, the world would be a better place

God damn, you the shit
And I'll rip my heart out and hand you the shit
And I don't really know how to handle this shit
But tonight it's moonlight and candles and shit

With you, baby
With you, baby
With you, baby
With you, baby
With you and only you

God damn, you the shit
I'll rip my heart out and hand you the shit
And I don't really know how to handle this shit
But tonight

With you, baby
With you, baby
With you, baby
With you, baby
With you and only you