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23.11.2009 |
1. | Pricele$$ Intro |
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9. | Hustle (feat. Gudda Gudda & Lil Wayne) |
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Yeah
Lookin out the window of a heli-chopta over city lights
Makin' it rain, makin' it snow
Sunshine..
(Chorus)
Been about cash
been a, been about cash
been a, been about money
been about money
been about cash
been a-, been about cash
been a-, been about big money
b- big money
(Verse 1)
Hundred on the stack
rubbers on the band
Van full of kush
Guns in the lamb
Dumpin' moving fast
Mo money then I seen
Louie was the tag, the duffel bag and the jean
Bald eagle shit
fly born rich
filthy with the grind, come from flippin' bricks
customize shit, foreign fly red bitch
the leather stay soft
The head line stitched
Blowin' out the bound another show some mo money
Flip another hundred see we do this every summer
Brand new harley
keep some extra clips
keep some extra diamonds
keep some new whips
100
(Chorus)
(Verse 2)
Bottom of the shit
Everyday the same story;
bull shit ain't shit
so everyday the same story
More money is the shit
everyday the same story
Headline cash money sign
(I'm filthy rich bitch!) you know.
Money is a must
We did the high life
Fully loaded 'round this bitch just the cash money life
In broad day light see we do it when we see it
you can put that on my hood: YM/CMB
Livin' legend livin' good
Marble on the wood
Spendin' how you feel nigga nothin' when your good
The game on the wood
them hoes out the hood
Poppin' (?) and we ridin' cherrywood
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
Master of my piece
got the time on my watch
cartier is the piece got the grind on my watch
Got my mind on my money so we stay up on my grizzy everytime I'm gettin' these hundreds got my youngin' comin' with me
We push truck, phantom top, everyday, non-stop benz coupe hard top bugatti nigga hard knock
Heli-chopta's choppas
We do it on the sunshine
Boats and them choppa's
we cruisin' on them high ti's
Highway money
Interstate hustlin'
Back to my city
great take the birds hummin' (?)
Hundred dollar nigga
Hundred thousand cash
Make another million
stashed in the dash
100
(Chorus)
Lookin' at the city lights
Just like that
250 in my pocket
Another mil in my bag
Yeah
100
Fuck with'em
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Richer than the richest
More money, bitches
Yeah, coming to you live from the city of Houst-Atlanta-Vegas
So what do you do, young lady? One hundred
I am on a 24-hour champagne diet
Spillin' while I'm sippin', I encourage you to try it
I'm probably just saying that 'cause I don't have to buy it
The club owner supply it, boy I'm on that fly shit
I am what everybody in my past don't want me to be
Guess what? I made it, I'm the mutha fuckin' man, I just want you to see
Come take a look, get a load of this, nigga, quit frontin' on me
Don't come around and try and gas me up, I like runnin' on E
I, I, I, I'm on my Disney shit, Goofy flow
On records, I'm Captain Hook, and my new car is Roofio
Damn, where my roof just go, I'm somebody that you should know
Get to shakin' somethin' 'cause that's what Drumma produced it for
Yes I make mistakes that I don't ever make excuses for
Like leavin' girls that love me and constantly seducing hoes
I'm losing my thoughts, I say damn where my roof just go?
Top slipped off like Janet at the Super Bowl
I got em
They can't help it, and I can't blame 'em
Since I got famous, but bitch, I got money to blow
I'm gettin' it in, letting these bills fall
All over your skin
I got money to blow oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh
Oh oh, oh, oh I got, uh uh, I got money to blow oh oh, oh
Oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh
(Cash money millionaire, yo, yo)
Got money to blow
Richer than the richest
We certified gettin' it CM, YM, Cash Money business
Higher than the ceiling, fly like a bird
Hit the Gucci store and later get served
We smoked out with no roof on it
Them people passin', so we smash 'em
Ballin' out, we keep the cash on deck
Lamborghinis and the Bentleys on the V Set
Louie lens iced up with the black diamonds
Car of the year, Ferrari, the new Spider
No lie, I'm higher than I ever been
Born rich, born uptown, born to win
Fully loaded, automatic 6 Benz
Candy paint, foreign lights with my bitch in
Born hustlin', too big, nigga, to size me up
Can't stop me, more money, burn 'em up
They can't help it, and I can't blame 'em
Since I got famous, but bitch, I got money to blow
I'm gettin' it in
Letting these bills fall all over your skin
I got money to blow oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh
Oh oh, oh, oh I got, uh uh, I got money to blow oh oh, oh
Oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh, oh
When I get paid every 24 hours, money and the power
Come to VIP and get a champagne shower
I don't have to worry because everything ours
And I got a big bouquet of Mary Jane's flowers
That kush, I promise that's my doobie
We don't smoke that Reggie Bush
And I'm with two women, make you take a second look
We poppin' like champagne bottles, but we never shook
And we goin' be alright if we put Drake on every hook
They can't help it, and I can't blame 'em
Since I got famous, but bitch, I got money to blow
I'm gettin' it in
Letting these bills fall all over your skin
I got money to blow oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh
Oh oh, oh, oh I got, uh uh, I got money to blow oh oh, oh
Oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh, oh
Got money to blow
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[Lil Wayne - Chorus]
B-tch I'm paid, thats all i gotta say,
Can't see you lil n-ggas, the money in the way,
B-tch I'm paid B-tch B-tcha I'm paid,
B-tch I'm paid B-tch B-tcha I'm paid,
B-tch I'm paid, thats all i gotta say,
B-tch I'm paid, thats all i gotta say,
B-tch I'm paid B-tch B-tcha I'm paid,
B-tch I'm paid B-tch B-tcha I'm paid,
[Birdman - Verse]
Hardbody cocaine flow dope game never wrote more cane,
More to gain more money not a choke smoke.. cane,
More money blood Mary Jane,
Switchin ya lane doing thangs n-gga making change,
Fast like a hurry,
more money that i ever seen b-tch don't you worry,
That's how we breaded uptown soldier,
Never did 4 b-tch known how i roll her,
The Porsche came wit candy,
The money on the line,
Hundred g's all the time,
N-gga pitch the sunshine,
4 dope Cartier old hoe still there,
So i brought her to the mall,
B-tch! shawty we don't care,
Ball til you fall, b-tch she be shinin' hard time,
Bought my b-tch a white mink and a matching benz 5,
Priceless in the Lambo, Hustlin wit my ammo,
Shinin' like a diamond when i jump of out this Lambo,
[Chorus]
[Birdman - Verse 2]
Jump through the lane, Nothing ever change,
Got more money so sh-t still the same,
More cane n-gga so we never did change,
lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com
Live through the cycle n-gga struggle for the fame,
Money came more so we hustle all the time,
More that we get N-gga more that we fly,
The sunshine came to the moon how we grind,
N-gga money now still flippin' all the time,
The motor change n-ggas so the watch wit the meter,
Cartier face every time that i see her,
chandelier lights to the prices of the dice,
Roll a hundred g's n-gga f-ck the same night,
Poppin Don P Red champagne,
Alize poppin more blowin air,
Draggin' that brown n-gga holdin uptown puttin' it down hold my crown got the game of the ground,
That's how we get it, more money on the island,
More money by da hour, More muscle wit this power,
Climbin more fences, Higher than a light,
More money so bright, So we cash it that nite,
Why another million, Still another ticket,
Bought another lambo, bought another building,
Flossin all the time, Porsche, Benz, truck, every time i pull up,
Somethin new came up, Flossin with the ice,
N-gga priceless wit the life, Give a f-ck about the price,
Do the same thing twice,
[Chorus]
[End]
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Yea, Burrrrr, Burrr,
CMB always,
[Lil Wayne - Chorus]
How come gettin money never gets boring,
How come gettin money never gets boring,
Baby i gotta stack, what you gonna do for it,
Then you bring it back like the Mothaf-ckin chorus,
And you bring it back back back back back back back,
And you bring it back back back back back like a motherf-ckin chorus,
[Birdman - Verse]
Back on my set,
Tool in my hand,
Big money was the plan,
So i'm back where i started,
Back where it come from,
Back where we went wit it,
Third wall(?) soldier out the Phantom doing big business,
Situations thick you got the homie toting two two's,
Comin back old skool,
Did it like he want to,
Headed to the pen now he back up on the slab,
Big money of the ab,
Hundred g's in cash,
Brand new whip, old skool Caddy,
The dump truck,
A stash spot,
Then came up,
Its more 1's N-gga,
Versace sheets,
Serve is more money in the new fleet,
[Chorus]
[Birdman - Verse 2]
Bought a new Phantom,
Suede with the gators,
Brand new Louis always ready to spray it,
Like father like son,
Money is a must,
These hoe's we don't trust,
Brand new trucks,
Shined every summer,
ran wit the numbers,
Stash spot cool got a 50 piece humming
Back up on my saddle n-gga hustle for my shine,
Just an ordinary n-gga on a million dollar grind,
Big timer old skool, new skool n-gga,
Is more money homie,
More money more money more money homie,
My b-tchs paid Cavalli Shades,
Blowin haze, Everyday,
[Chorus]
[Birdman - Verse 3]
Flip another hundred,
Get another Hundred,
Spend another Hundred,
Burn another Hundred,
Blow another Hundred,
F-ck another Hundred,
Get big money n-gga, Stuntin on a hundred,
50 Whips extra clips did it for the sunshine,
Garbage bag full hard body wit a fireline,
Flip another brick, Drink a little dip,
Stunna Island n-gga shinin' wit a bad b-tch,
AR N-gga, riding skinny tires,
Fully loaded high when you floatin' in the sky,
Rockin' Gucci blades, ridin triple blades,
Tax on the face, A N-gga's been paid,
talwaniya
[Chorus]
[End]
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(feat. Lil Wayne)
Yea, Burrrrr, Burrr,
CMB always,
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
How come gettin money never gets boring,
How come gettin money never gets boring,
Baby I gotta stack, what you gonna do for it,
Then you bring it back like the Mothaf-ckin chorus,
And you bring it back back back back back back back,
And you bring it back back back back back like a motherf-ckin chorus,
[Verse 1: Birdman]
Back on my set,
Tool in my hand,
Big money was the plan,
So I'm back where I started,
Back where it come from,
Back where we went with it,
Third wall [? ] soldier out the Phantom doing big business,
Situations thick you got the homie toting two two's,
Comin back old skool,
Did it like he want to,
Headed to the pen now he back up on the slab,
Big money of the ab,
Hundred g's in cash,
Brand new whip, old skool Caddy,
The dump truck,
A stash spot,
Then came up,
It's more 1's N-gga,
Versace sheets,
Serve is more money in the new fleet,
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Birdman]
Bought a new Phantom,
Suede with the gators,
Brand new Louis always ready to spray it,
Like father like son,
Money is a must,
These hoe's we don't trust,
Brand new trucks,
Shined every summer,
Ran with the numbers,
Stash spot cool got a 50 piece humming
Back up on my saddle n-gga hustle for my shine,
Just an ordinary n-gga on a million dollar grind,
Big timer old skool, new skool n-gga,
Is more money homie,
More money more money more money homie,
My b-tchs paid Cavalli Shades,
Blowin haze, Everyday,
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Birdman]
Flip another hundred,
Get another Hundred,
Spend another Hundred,
Burn another Hundred,
Blow another Hundred,
F-ck another Hundred,
Get big money n-gga, Stuntin on a hundred,
50 Whips extra clips did it for the sunshine,
Garbage bag full hard body with a fireline,
Flip another brick, Drink a little dip,
Stunna Island n-gga shinin' with a bad b-tch,
AR N-gga, riding skinny tires,
Fully loaded high when you floatin' in the sky,
Rockin' Gucci blades, ridin triple blades,
Tax on the face, A N-gga's been paid,
Talwaniya
[Chorus]
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Yeah Baby
Out the pound
(Priceless)
Lookin' through
Skyline
(Always)
Sittin' at the top play boy
Sand beach water purple green money ya dig
To the ceiling with it
Jumpin out the pearl white
Long jet maybach
[Verse 1]
Fresh
New pearl on the diamond cluster
More money and we shinin' like a ma'fucker
Come from the bottom where we had nothin'
Grindin' in these streets till we built something
Cash flow
Money on the dashboard
Money in the dashboard
sittin' high ridin' low (shh)
Put a hundred on my son flow
a hundred on that pounds of blow
a hundred on that marble flow
So we higher than a bright light
sunny day sunny night
hustlin' like
all night
doin it to the sun light
gettin' it to this bright light
doin it on them twenty fours
shinin' on them headlights
C-C-Catch me in the nightclub
two tools strapped up, soo woo'n blood
Red flag hopin' out a red jag
pretty red bitch
with a shanell bag
[Chorus]
C-C-Catch me in the nightclub
two tools strapped up, soo woo'n blood
Red flag hopin' out a red jag
pretty red bitch
with a shanell bag
grindin' till the top of the cieling nigga
more money we billin' nigga
more bottle we chillin' nigga
bitches see us shinin' so they lookin' and feelin' nigga
We hustlin' and flippin' nigga
Mo money we killin' nigga
[Verse 2]
Take a picture of yo porsche nigga
without yo frame nigga
More money good aim nigga
you get it you blame nigga
F-Fuck em for change nigga
F-Fuck em my change nigga
Cartier frame nigga the watch and chain nigga
Yeah at the top where it's hot
Mo money gun cocked
mo bitches won't stop
See the hustle won't stop so we flippin'
Mo money round the corner (?) movin' and we dippin'
Diamond in this water
eagles we land
Yachts four floors
we livin' lookin' grand
clippin' mo tan
fuckin' with that sand
black diamonds stay stuntin' round that corner uptown rep hunter
Bitch she bad
gucci (?)
She love it when she iced up
jumpin' in the Benz
In the jeep how she play
shop everyday
Pull up in the harley rally strip paper plates 100
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Yeah garbage bag full full of dough homie
Mo money and mo bitches then I know homie
24's everytime I hit the do'
Suicide lamborghini doors mink on the floor
Priceless yeah I fuck that hoe
Yeah I fucked a movie hoe
Yeah I fucked a rap hoe
Yeah we get this money hoe
Cash money Young money bitch we bout this big money
Uptown livin' legends poppin' bottles blowin' hundreds
Catch me in this mud bitch
strapped in this mud bitch
Know about this combat shit
know about this hustla shit
Get it how we get it nigga
never (?) this shit nigga
no borrow big money how we do this bitch
hustlin' everytime I shine
shinin' everytime I floss
keep a extra mil on me that's just how a boss boss
youngin' got that flow money
diamonds on the toes money
Poppin over seas everytime we get some mo money
[Chorus]
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(feat. Drake & Lil Wayne)
Play ball!
[talking: Baby]
Yea, so priceless. Life so priceless, n-gga you understand me? It's just like that. My car so priceless, my b-tch so priceless, my familia is so priceless n-gga. You understand me? Either you with us or you ain't with us. Either you in the huddle or you out the huddle. Either you ridin or we pass flyin by sayin f-ck you. It's Young Money, Cash Money playboy, it's about the size of it, at the rooftop, so hot up here n-gga. Let's go!
[Chorus:]
Take yourself a picture when I'm standing at the mound and I swear it's going down, I'm just repping for my town. Off a cup of CJ Gibson, man I'm faded off to Brown and I'm easily influenced by the n-ggas I'm around. See that Aston Martin, when I start it, hear the sound. I ain't never graduated, I ain't got no cap and gown. But the girls in my class who were smart enough to pass be at all my f-ckin parties grabbin money off the ground.
[Verse: Drake]
Yeah, all hail Mr. Lyrical, spades of the opus baby, what you got a feeling for? I could show you new things, have you feeling spiritual. Pastor Kerney Thomas to these hoes... Miwacles. Yeah ok, they say that I'm the one, in fact, some say I'm their favorite but I ain't hearing none of that. I'm about my team hoe, Young Money runnin back, Cash Money superstar. Where the f-ck is stunna at? D-mn.
[Verse: Birdman]
Untouchable, 40 with my AK. Mastermind, big money heavy weight. On the grind, flippin money in everyway. Headline, my b-tch shine everyday. Pearl white, throwin P Marc Jacob gloves. Cartier Louis with a dope plod. Where they wet you and leave you in your blood. Goin in, flippin hundreds, get the young "? ". Show'em where it go, floatin on the floor, gettin more dough, grind hard go, black diamond show, watch the flame blow.And how you stay shinin, bently on the floor. And how you stay high, purple pine dro. Diamonds wing fur, February snow.
[Chorus]
[Verse: Lil Wayne]
Uh, you know your paid, when you got baby witcha. It's Young Money like Ben Frank's baby pictures. I'm the lady twister, I kiss her wiskers. I been runnin this shit, blisters. Stickin to the script, movie star money. And if ya gas'd up, I leave the car runnin. I'm a big smoker, I'm a little drinker, the peace sign is just a trigger and the middle finger. Wha-wha-what you know about it? man ya'll clueless. I let two women ride me, that's car poolers. I rock stupid ice, Mr. water coolers. If ya'll in the buildin, then we are intruders. Simmer down pimpin, let me handle this. I know the game, analysts. Man I'm the shit and ya'll are janitors. Blow out the k-sh and crack a smile for the cameras.
[Chorus]
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Yeah, just like priceless
Something you can't see, nigga
Ya see times is hard as it is
That's why I got girls and my girls got kids
And all I wanna do is handle my biz
And all I'm tryna do is whatever I did
Every day I been prayin' to you
I hope you hear everything that I'm sayin' to you
I get money, money, money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money, money, money
Nigga, I don't trust a soul so I ride alone
I keep my eyes in my rear-view ridin' home
See, I'm ready for whatever, understand me
Any situation, whatever the Lord hand me
We pull guns, you niggas don't pull a damn thing
The only thing you niggas pullin' is a hamstring
Roll the dice, man, we kill time gambling
W-wintertime, top down, nigga real arrogant
Big Money, so we blowin' it apparently
C-Cash Money, Young Money, yeah, it's all a family
Birdman and Weezy, they payin' all salaries
And I'ma ride with 'em till they bury me
Ya see times is hard as it is
That's why I got girls and my girls got kids
And all I wanna do is handle my biz
And all I'm tryna do is whatever I did
Every day I been prayin' to you
I hope you hear everything that I'm sayin' to you
I get money, money, money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money, money, money
Livin' that life, livin' that life from under dem streetlights
But it ain't bright enough to show me where I'm goin'
But I still find my way and when I do I keep goin'
And uh, a nigga wit strikes
Try me and your family don't sleep right
Didn't think I was tough enough to make it on my own
But I can get through anything if I done made it through the storm
And uh, now I'm killin' at night
Killin' that night-life on the east side
Leather on chrome
Television with the phone and the top is so gone
Ya see times is hard as it is
That's why I got girls and my girls got kids
And all I wanna do is handle my biz
And all I'm tryna do is whatever I did
Every day I been prayin' to you
I hope you hear everything that I'm sayin' to you
I get money, money, money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money, money, money
Yeah, flash the bright lights, nigga, smash on site
Born rich, bitch-nigga, live with no wife
Keep the pain of the price, prices with the dice
Give a fuck about your life rollin' railish stripes
High like a kite, G4 every night
Overseas money, bitch, we do it so right
Don't do it right so we don't it all
Money hard, bitch nigga playin' like a ball
Ball life, ya head life, ya gettin' getcha game right
Ya paid the price, hit ya up and laid you right
Twist ya life, nigga, we live in sunshine
5-star condo and stay fly
Ya see times is hard as it is
That's why I got girls and my girls got kids
And all I wanna do is handle my biz
And all I'm tryna do is whatever I did
Every day I been prayin' to you
I hope you hear everything that I'm sayin' to you
I get money, money, money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money, money, money
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[Birdman verse 1]
See I shit on my jet
Never shit on my set
Put shit in my tech
Play pussy get wet
My shit all good nigga my shit and my hood
My shit bounce back like I know my shit would
Paper chase make money see the sunshine
Big time nigga put the money on grind
On rewind nigga set a new hieghts
Get money all night
Nigga takin' private flights
[Chorus T-Pain 2X]
You know I'm gettin' money
Shinin' like a sparkle
Sparkle like I shine
Bitch I'm on my grind
If you don't believe it look at these zeros
Cheddar cheese,the bread Mucho Deniro
I'm gettin' money
[Birdman verse 2]
Got on the pinky red diamond
Red bandanas
Uptown soldiers
That's how we plan it
Swervin' in the Bentley
All red candy
Tool on my side
That H in the Caddy
Duffel bag full of paper homie
Big money nigga that's how we play it homie
While some niggas ball watch'em fall
Watch them niggas don't fall ball and bounce right back nigga
[Chorus T-Pain 2X]
You know I'm gettin' money
Shinin' like a sparkle
Sparkle like I shine
Bitch I'm on my grind
If you don't believe it look at these zeros
Cheddar cheese,the bread Mucho Deniro
I'm gettin' money
[Birdman verse 3]
With a leader
Sprite 2 liter
Watch with the meter
Nigga couldn't see her
Nigga wanna eat her
Nigga you can eat her
Money you can feed her
Diamonds with a chauffeur (yeah)
New hundreds
Milk colored new Benz
New condo spent about 5 M's
New diamond teeth spent 1 M
New Jacob, Versace with the new lens
[Chorus T-Pain 2X]
You know I'm gettin' money
Shinin' like a sparkle (sparkle)
Sparkle like I shine (shine)
Bitch I'm on my grind
If you don't believe it look at these zeros
Cheddar cheese,the bread Mucho Deniro
I'm gettin' money
Shinin' like a sparkle (sparkle)
sparkle like I shine (shine)
bitch I'm on my grind
If you don't believe it look at these zero's
shinin'
shinin'
shinin' like a sparkle (sparkle)
sparkle like I shine (shine)
bitch I'm on my grind
If you don't believe it look at these zero's
You know I'm gettin' money
shinin' like a sparkle (sparkle)
sparkle like I shine (shine)
bitch I'm on my grind
If you don't believe it look at these zero's
cheddar cheese,the bread mucho deniro
I'm gettin' money
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(Birdman intro)
Drizzy
Make it so fresh, YM,
So fly so priceless, CMB bitch,
Just another day on the
Top floor of the balcony bitch,
Live it how we live it,
Moula, Drizzy,
You what it is, young boy appreciate that,
Yeah it's big money poppin' baby boy,
Ain't none of that lil' biddy,
Mo', mo', mo', milly,
Mo', mo', mo', milly,
(Birdman verse 1)
Yeah, ostrich pearl white candy paint job fly,
Big timer on the loose,
Got my bitch riding five,
And every time I pull up you know I'm iced up,
When I step up in the club I light the bitch up,
Back on my saddle blowin' purple out the truck,
Candy paint rally stripe bitch shinin' like us,
Pearly white Maybach, hatchback automatic straps stash spot under The rack,
Bitch, ready to spray that,
Foreign grinds hard times,
Gettin' mines, you know uptown,
Big time doin' time,
You know, Harley Davis baby,
Cash Money is what pay me so you pay me how it weigh,
Baby, black, gold,
100 mill' off the floor,
Never told now you know how it go bitch,
One hundred
(Chorus)
Mo' milly, mo', mo', mo', milly
Hustle to the ceiling
Mo' milly, mo', mo', mo', milly
Hustle to the ceiling
(Drake verse 2)
Look
Your now fuckin' with the most requested,
The young nigga that everybody is so obsessed with,
And black on black '62 float majestic,
Me and Stunna in it, boy I'm just so connected,
Caught up in a popularity contest,
'Bout to reach my dreams and I ain't even got my arms stretched,
Thank Me Later first week I'm takin' all bets,
Because a million copies really isn't farfetched
I keep my credit cards in cash knots,
I keep my darkest shades on 'til the flash stops,
This is for my L.A. girls gettin' them implants,
And all my DC girls gettin' them ass shots,
Got 'em for a reason shortie, go ahead buss it open,
I keep a secret baby, nothins heard when nothins spoken,
Hatas talk it like my buzz isn't enough promotion,
And I just lost the Gucci sandal in the fuckin' ocean,
Damn, I guess the problems of a teen star,
Are confused all the conversations I had between y'all,
And dog that's funny, pay me what you know nigga,
All cash money.
(Chorus)
(Bun B verse 3)
Well it's that big body nigga in his big body car,
Got a big body boppa wit' that million dolla car(?)
She said "Daddy I like sushi so give it to me raw"
I pulled out my strap had 'em look at it and said "Naw"
My car fulla kush you need prescriptions to access
Layin' on a mattress wit' your favorite actress
My flow was goin' out, I said "Baby pass the matches"
Let her top me off while I'm tappin' off the ashes
Classic but classless, you gassed up but gasless
Yeah but nigga Bun said it nigga get past it
Takin' whatchu got you shoulda passed it
You was movin' slower than molasses this time you an assed it (?)
Give it up smooth, this a jack don't move
This is murder music nigga don't disturb this groove
2 Trill Ent., Cash Money, and A Koppa Zone
We true playas 'til the last chromosome
(Chorus)
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[Birdman]
Yea,
Birdman, Always priceless,
Cash money, Young money,
New Money, Swagged out,
Uptown we in the buildin'
[Kevin Rudolf - Chorus]
I Want it all,I Want it all,I Want it all,
I Want it all,I Want it all,I Want it all,
I Want it all,I Want it all,I Want it all,
[Birdman - Verse]
Ride fly always on chrome,
Birds fly count when we get home,
big money in da garbage can,
New money every time we land,
Big houses, new cars,
Uptown, third wall,
On the wall with platinum plaques,
In the club throwin' hundred stacks,
She fly, my kind, and i brought her inside,
She saw the marble floor, Poppin' bottles blowin' dro?
She like just how i live,
Private jets from Beverly Hills,
Hundred mills on da platinum floor,
Hundred mills my son can glow,
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
I want the world,
You want the pussy,
I want the pearl,
I Want the life,
I want tonight,
My fruits are labor I want em' right,
That's right private flight,
Money get stacks to the highest height,
Better get your math and science right,
But I want the drama .. Guided light,
I-I-I want the height but I don't believe it,
I want it all but I know I don't need it,
Man, I just want whats cool,
And I want .. You!
[Chorus]
[Birdman - Verse 2]
Big diamond ring, Yea, yea,
Diamond face, hundred on 1 streak,
Everyday do it like its no sleep,
Round the way, choke cause we got heat,
Hundred g's on a chopper, new fleet,
No money never get no time,
Get money, stay on a n-gga mind,
Priceless strapped on a n-gga street,
Uptown YMCMB,
Gotta-get-it-f*ck-crime-get-money-all-da-time-gotta-know-bout-me,
Bird-man .. OG,
Harley Davis pull up to the sun shine,
Tattoos blood line on mines,
Billionaires thats what it bout n-gga,
Billionaires we get loud n-gga,
[Chorus]
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Lil Wayne:
Always strapped when I hit the club niggaz give me daps bitches give me hugs and since im paid niggaz be muggin' me u know im muggin' back niggaz be muggin' me u know im muggin' back
(yezziirr)
Check me out look
26 inches bitch 'im sittin' croocked. Old school chevy' faster den a silver bullet. Strawberry paint seats vanilla puddin' 2 bitches callin eachother pussy. Top chopped sent da car to a barbershop. My driveway looks somethin' like a parkin' lot. Im so unorthodox I got your bitch ridin' my dick wit no shox.
(Bounce bitch bounce bounce)
Im the hottest shit jumping out the coffe pot man im just tryin' to get my spot like a polka dot. Lil' cush make my eyes and my shoulders drop, lil syrup and I can make the soda pop, keep talkin n I can make my soldiers pop, real niggaz ridin' wit me till the motor' stop, I got these hoes straight livin' out the soap op. I got a couple like a coat on. (ok)
(chorus)
Always strapped when I hit the club niggaz give me daps bitches give me hugs and since im paid niggaz be muggin' me u know im muggin' back niggaz be muggin' me u know im muggin' back
Always strapped when I hit the club niggaz give me dat bitches give me hugs and since im paid bitches be lovin' me they know I love em' back bitches be lovin' me they know I love em' back
Birdman:
Put the K in the car while we ridin' blazed, put the chop n the pussy in the driveway. Bet the house on the youngen n we got paid. Triple colors on the bikes n the new mercedes'. Bustin keys on they ass while we got paid. But my tens ridein' hot to an open bay, uptown made man out the hard way crap in the bucket 50 shots bitch make a way.
(like father like son)
Ball till' ya fall stuntin wit them paper plates, throw hundreds on them hoes while we eatin stakes. We in the club poppin' bottles like ‘erday. We grind for the shine nigga getting' big money. Got a fleet tossin' chicken nigga get cake, im on his island with this power like scarface. Im in the impala dropped top chawwnky ice man birdman rockin' red monkeys
(chorus)
Always strapped when I hit the club niggaz give me daps bitches give me hugs and since im paid niggaz be muggin' me u know im muggin' back niggaz be muggin' me u know im muggin' back
Always strapped when I hit the club niggaz give me dat bitches give me hugs and since im paid bitches be lovin' me they know I love em' back bitches be lovin' me they know I love em' back
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Yeah, she got it written on her, her swag on lean
The way she dancin' on me, can tell that she a queen
Her mama wouldn't like it, her daddy wouldn't either
And the way she grindin' on me, you can tell shawty's a keeper
She got it written on her, aye, aye, aye, aye
She got it written on her, aye, aye, aye, aye
She got it written on her, aye, aye, aye, aye
She got it written on her, aye, aye, aye, aye
(Yeah, born rich, yup)
Gucci bag poppin' tags
New crib brand new jag
Birdman born to shine
Bad bitch all the time, stay fly, ride fly
I'm stuntin', stay high
Straight G, just like that
Blow 100, bounce right back
Red hot, hard top
Cash money, hard knock
Bentley frame, drop top
50 G's, the bottles pop
Iced out, so we chill
Tunin' up every automobile
Tatted up, life of a G
Counting stacks and five star suits
Yeah, she got it written on her, her swag on lean
The way she dancin' on me, can tell that she a queen
Her mama wouldn't like it, her daddy wouldn't either
And the way she grindin' on me, you can tell shawty's a keeper
She got it written on her, aye, aye, aye, aye
She got it written on her, aye, aye, aye, aye
She got it written on her, aye, aye, aye, aye
She got it written on her, aye, aye, aye, aye
(Yeah, yeah)
250 on the dash, yeah, I'm livin' fast
Yeah, I'm gettin' cash, I need a bitch that's bad
Shawty play your role, we slammin' phantom doors
She be like drive slow, we burnin' purple smoke
I said I'd never fold, I promise not to stop
Just like my rolls Royce, the way that girl drop
I need a hot girl, the way the girl hot
Dollar signs tatted on her on her private flight
Yeah, she got it written on her, her swag on lean
The way she dancin' on me, can tell that she a queen
Her mama wouldn't like it, her daddy wouldn't either
And the way she grindin' on me, you can tell shawty's a keeper
She got it written on her, aye, aye, aye, aye
She got it written on her, aye, aye, aye, aye
She got it written on her, aye, aye, aye, aye
She got it written on her, aye, aye, aye, aye
I wanna be all over your body like it was Miami with tattoos
Baby, I have to, I ain't playin'
And I needa some good girl in front of me baby
You drivin' me crazy, yeah
Yeah, she got it written on her, her swag on lean
The way she dancin' on me, can tell that she a queen
Her mama wouldn't like it, her daddy wouldn't either
And the way she grindin' on me, you can tell shawty's a keeper
She got it written on her, aye, aye, aye, aye
She got it written on her, aye, aye, aye, aye
She got it written on her, aye, aye, aye, aye
She got it written on her, aye, aye, aye, aye
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[Intro-Birdman]
Su woo
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Bitch I'm from the south, the south side
We all ride, and when we catch a outsider, outside
Y'all die, we all ride
And when you see us we be leaning to the side, the south side
We all ride, and when we catch a outsider, outside
Y'all die, we all ride
Ey pussy nigga you know you ain't from the south
[Verse 1 - Birdman]
Junior
Catch me in the whip, extra with the clip
Leaning to the right side army guns big chips
Wine candy on the strip
You know how we get it when we coming with the flip
Cus we running with the flip
And the money is a must and hoes we don't trust
Guns in the cut bitch know wassup
20 on the slab, 50 in the jag
Coming through the air hustling on her ass
Ordinary nigga with extraordinary style
Swagger to the ceiling nigga hustling gone wild
Hustling with my child
Blowin' out the pound, come from uptown
Banana clips a hundred rounds, blaaa!
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Bitch I'm from the south, the south side
We all ride, and when we catch a outsider, outside
Y'all die, we all ride
And when you see us we be leaning to the side, the south side
We all ride, and when we catch a outsider, outside
Y'all die, we all ride
Ey pussy nigga you know you ain't from the south
[Verse 2 - Birdman]
Careful with the swanga
Come and true banging
Kill another kurb nigga hustling but ain't hanging
Up on the post where the money do come
Got a spot make a hundred the one that do run
Who back up on the slab in all black paper tags
Ya that be the money and the Louie all cash
Back like I swung through, Hummer and the Benz
Coupe Benz 6 and no roof, Rolls Royce and Gucci shoes
Haha, ya digg, ya understand, Cash Money, Young Money
Been about be big money, get money, bleed money
Flip money, see money, spend big face new hundreds
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Bitch I'm from the south, the south side
We all ride, and when we catch a outsider, outside
Y'all die, we all ride
And when you see us we be leaning to the side, the south side
We all ride, and when we catch a outsider, outside
Y'all die, we all ride
Ey pussy nigga you know you ain't from the south
[Verse 3 - Birdman]
Catch me in the neck of my woods
We all good, we all hood
Got them thangs taped that's when I come through
Nigga got them paper plates money when we fall through
Brand new china k monster with the sun roof
Cherry with the lumber, birds cheap numbers
That's how we do it bitch stuntin' every summer
Born breaded soldier, known high roller
K gave me the game hustling into know ya
Always strapped fuck if they coming, better be strapped
Bitch a hundred we dumping, blowin' rocking jewels
Fuck it we cool
Nigga out of line so we chopped him out his shoes 100
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Bitch I'm from the south, the south side
We all ride, and when we catch a outsider, outside
Y'all die, we all ride
And when you see us we be leaning to the side, the south side
We all ride, and when we catch a outsider, outside
Y'all die, we all ride
Ey pussy nigga you know you ain't from the south
[Outro - Birdman]
Ya just know it's like you candy paint nigga
We don't play with these pussies
Big money shit, global with it ya know
Yeah bitch, born rich neighborhood superstar
Junior, Young Mula, CMB, yeah baby, army gunz
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