[Intro: Lil Wayne & Birdman]
Yeah
You already know what it do, nigga
(Yeah) Yeah, yeah
You know the size of it, too, huh
Fuck a nigga (Cash Money)
Deezle beats, gasoline flows (Young Money)
Hydro and sizzurp, nigga, word
I don't know what they be thinking, shawty
Yeah, fuck you nigga
Fuck 'em, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout, homie? Yeah
Keep hating, 'cause, well, I'm here
If we don't know nothin', we know grindin' for the shine, daddy
Don't judge me, nigga, judge yourself, look in the mirror or something, bitch (Believe that)
Nah mean? (Word)
I'm twenty-two years old (Oww!) and I own everything around me, bitch nigga (Bitch, oww!)
One million, two million, three million, four million
What's good? (I got money, dog—and heart)
I ain't talkin' me, then I'm walkin'
You smell it? If you can't, bitch, go get your nose straightened out, lil' nigga
Fuck you! Get 'em!
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Hey! You looking at a soldier (Yeah), bitch, I'm the sure thing (Yeah)
Born and raised in the middle of a bull ring (Yeah)
I turned a bad thing into a good thing (Yeah)
Listenin' to Malcolm, feelin' like I been hoodwinked (Yeah)
I could think about tomorrow and its promises (Yeah)
But I'ma just load my gat on some survival shit (Yeah)
And when I hear they got a drought on it— (Yeah)
I take a month out of rap, and I hustle 'til I'm out of it (Yeah)
Yeah, you can smell the work in the car seats (Get 'em)
Smell you in the trunk if you, at all, speak—shit (Yes)
I got diamonds in my mouth, bitch: I'm all teeth (Get 'em)
Fifty-two carats, Bugs Bunny, all drug money (Get 'em)
I got an ex-connect on the West Coast (Yup)
I buy 'em for five and sell 'em for twenty more—fa' sho' (Yeah)
Haha! I'm nice with the flow (Geah, geah)
But a chosen few know that I'm a hustler on the low (Geah, geah, yeah, shh)
Yeah
You already know what it do, nigga
(Yeah) Yeah, yeah
You know the size of it, too, huh
Fuck a nigga (Cash Money)
Deezle beats, gasoline flows (Young Money)
Hydro and sizzurp, nigga, word
I don't know what they be thinking, shawty
Yeah, fuck you nigga
Fuck 'em, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout, homie? Yeah
Keep hating, 'cause, well, I'm here
If we don't know nothin', we know grindin' for the shine, daddy
Don't judge me, nigga, judge yourself, look in the mirror or something, bitch (Believe that)
Nah mean? (Word)
I'm twenty-two years old (Oww!) and I own everything around me, bitch nigga (Bitch, oww!)
One million, two million, three million, four million
What's good? (I got money, dog—and heart)
I ain't talkin' me, then I'm walkin'
You smell it? If you can't, bitch, go get your nose straightened out, lil' nigga
Fuck you! Get 'em!
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Hey! You looking at a soldier (Yeah), bitch, I'm the sure thing (Yeah)
Born and raised in the middle of a bull ring (Yeah)
I turned a bad thing into a good thing (Yeah)
Listenin' to Malcolm, feelin' like I been hoodwinked (Yeah)
I could think about tomorrow and its promises (Yeah)
But I'ma just load my gat on some survival shit (Yeah)
And when I hear they got a drought on it— (Yeah)
I take a month out of rap, and I hustle 'til I'm out of it (Yeah)
Yeah, you can smell the work in the car seats (Get 'em)
Smell you in the trunk if you, at all, speak—shit (Yes)
I got diamonds in my mouth, bitch: I'm all teeth (Get 'em)
Fifty-two carats, Bugs Bunny, all drug money (Get 'em)
I got an ex-connect on the West Coast (Yup)
I buy 'em for five and sell 'em for twenty more—fa' sho' (Yeah)
Haha! I'm nice with the flow (Geah, geah)
But a chosen few know that I'm a hustler on the low (Geah, geah, yeah, shh)
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