Bring the crowd and I'm loud In Living Color It is So you made it this far, heh, we upstairs, I So Little Wayne What's your motivation? Is that really a question? Do you I'm the Fireman Fire, F-Fireman I got that fire I'm hollering I got So they ask me,"Young Boy What you gonna do the second We here, I said we here The back of Tha Carter The Yea, real rap, real rap for ya Lighters up, lets get Dawg, you gotta feel me on this one What it be Yea, I tried to talk to him Quit talkin', I'ma hang Goddamn, missed and hit a nigga in his head with Yeah Okay, I'm strapped Get 'em Black hat, black shades, black diamonds, oh [Chorus] 2x We won, we won And then we shot that BB Mo fire, mo fire, yo Mo fire, weezy, mo fire Mo fire, Yeah Money on my mind Money on my mind Money on my mind Money Oh no, no, oh no, no, oh no, no Cut the LIL WAYNE Ay man im walkin on south beach the other woman: wassup shorty where you goin all fuckin shy tonight? dude: man young Yeah yeah, it's kinda hard sayin' this shit to ya Yeah, yeah, yeah, Weezy, baby, y'all don't get shot Rapid fire, Yeah, hard body (Hard body) Carter, carter, carter, yeah Let's go Cash Money, Y Yeah My girl get in at 1:15 AM The guitar's cryin' right [Mannie Fresh talking] Yea, yea, yea Grown ups in between, children and [Verse 1] The streets make the hustlas Hustlas make the world go [Verse 1] You know they saying since the bar back on [Lil Wayne] Who that, Weezy Bitch Like Sigel, you fuckin with the Uh-oh, uh-oh You know how we do it Weezy and Petey, baby Ya'know This [Mannie Fresh] Ladies and gentlemen This one goes out to that Biotch, Biotch [Chorus - Baby (Cristale)] (Get that dough) Look wipe a bitch [Verse 1] It's H-B Weezy Wee off the streets Stay deep 'Cedes Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me) I got your [Verse 1] I love myself I love what I am All my niggaz if you with me, where you at? All [Hook] You gotta walk like a (soldier) Talk like a (stunna) Move like "Young'n Blues" [Intro: Lil Wayne - talking] I met her when I Bitch im back on my grizzy, Young money where ya at?, Two Juelz verse 1: Im Feeling like a black
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334 [Chorus] 2x 22 year old 17 war vet [Chorus] Get ‘em get ‘em Weezy hit ‘em where you kill ‘em easy Fresh out the back seat of the figgity phantom [Chorus] 334 [Chorus] 2x We won, we won And then we shot that BB gun And they lost, and they lost cause we took they shit, now its time to floss 22 year old 17 war vet Life in the fast-lane, little red corvette Little red handkerchief, hangin out the right side Back pocket jeans fallin, Couple my evisu signed Yep we do shine, and they gon’ hate But they hated Jesus baby we won’t break So we ride like 4 Pirelli’s So secured no security, no protectin no comparing Lok and heavy, Ocean 11 Aviators, both tickers, so figures No playas, I’m Hollygrove to the heart Hollygrove from the start Don’t cross Earhardt Boulevard where the ward I come from 17, one shot, never that (blum blum) Brrrt Brrrt! Pop Pop! Clap Clap! What the fuck, Hollygrove stand up Nigga! [Chorus] Get ‘em get ‘em Weezy hit ‘em where you kill ‘em easy Sit em in the river, leave em, they find em tomorrow evening, sinkin Im probly drinkin that syrup Thinkin I won’t slip, even though I’m leanin like a broke hip He don’t know I got the nina wit the full clip Thats a somersault back spin full flip for ya? Push this button, I flip out and hit something Miss nothin i'm just bustin until this scene clean 12 hundred for the jeans stop playin Hundred dollars for the glock in my pants Who the man? I am when I stand with it pointed right at ya face Knock the brains from the back of ya neck for lack of respect I- strap a jet black gat ‘til the deck Tell the mama to bury me with that, No Bullshittin’ My hood getting kinda crazy where I be So Ronie's with me 'cause he's the OG [Chorus] Fresh out the back seat of the figgity phantom The haters I make em mad em when I wave at em like what up?! If it ain't about money I keep goin I tryna get that green, niggas tryna mow my lawn But Fuck, them boys I got the shottie on my arm If them boys run up I leave their bodies on the lawn And Duck the fuck out a there, 'cause baby its hot out there If this was a movie it’s time to roll the credits, cut! Its all over, all of ya brains is all over the motherfuckin’ block! I’m a motherfuckin’ rock! Hard body eagle street 17 shots Night vision double-clip, hot steady beam, glat! Pop! Drop little man drop This is not for little bitches you man or a fox I’m layin in the drop, thinking of more money Cash money, young money Take money, your money. [Chorus] RELATED SONGS RELATED ARTICLES
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