[Intro: DJ Drama]
Y'all know what this is
Tunechi Gang
Pump, what's up?
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Lean made me swerve in the cruising lane (swerve)
Your money funny like Pootie Tang
Had to leave Cash Money, had to do my thing (swerve)
New password, new username (yahh)
My new teams loves having newer things (yahh)
One phone call and my jeweler came
I bought you and you and you and you and you a chain (brrp)
Daddy got bust at the gun range (tah!)
My drugs cost more than your mortgage (mortgage)
The hoes gon' throw 'em out regardless (regardless)
I'ma throw the hoes another party
Nigga, I ain't got hoes, I got an audience, damn
Every week fashion week, runway (runway)
Fly the bitch overseas, one way (one way)
The bitch come around here and go both ways
Made her eat so much pussy, need a lunch break, damn
She don't even hable inglés (inglés)
Got the booty with the thighs and a shrunk waist (damn)
And right between her thighs is an entreé (damn)
And she know I'ma need more than one plate, yeah
And I look up in the sky through my sun shades (yeah)
Lookin' in the eyes of a sun ray
I ask it "Can I shine," it say "All day"
Made the sign of the cross over the heart ray, amen
Boom, bang, red beam, blue flame (blue flame)
Tunechi got clique like Hussein (Hussein)
Stick got kick like Liu Kang
My bitch got tits and two chains
Damn, I'm tied to the track of a money train (money train)
You blind to the fact, that's a fuckin' shame (fuckin' shame)
I still countin' bread with the butter stains (ooh)
Got the world on my back, you got puppet strings, yeah
Y'all know what this is
Tunechi Gang
Pump, what's up?
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Lean made me swerve in the cruising lane (swerve)
Your money funny like Pootie Tang
Had to leave Cash Money, had to do my thing (swerve)
New password, new username (yahh)
My new teams loves having newer things (yahh)
One phone call and my jeweler came
I bought you and you and you and you and you a chain (brrp)
Daddy got bust at the gun range (tah!)
My drugs cost more than your mortgage (mortgage)
The hoes gon' throw 'em out regardless (regardless)
I'ma throw the hoes another party
Nigga, I ain't got hoes, I got an audience, damn
Every week fashion week, runway (runway)
Fly the bitch overseas, one way (one way)
The bitch come around here and go both ways
Made her eat so much pussy, need a lunch break, damn
She don't even hable inglés (inglés)
Got the booty with the thighs and a shrunk waist (damn)
And right between her thighs is an entreé (damn)
And she know I'ma need more than one plate, yeah
And I look up in the sky through my sun shades (yeah)
Lookin' in the eyes of a sun ray
I ask it "Can I shine," it say "All day"
Made the sign of the cross over the heart ray, amen
Boom, bang, red beam, blue flame (blue flame)
Tunechi got clique like Hussein (Hussein)
Stick got kick like Liu Kang
My bitch got tits and two chains
Damn, I'm tied to the track of a money train (money train)
You blind to the fact, that's a fuckin' shame (fuckin' shame)
I still countin' bread with the butter stains (ooh)
Got the world on my back, you got puppet strings, yeah
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