[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Yea, Ice Cream hoodie, Bathing Ape tennis shoes
No time for pictures, no time for interviews
I'm gon' get the money, snowstorm or sunny
Try me and I'm coming out my coat arm with somethin'
Note on the table, pay me or they go
You can't get the cash then pay me in yayo
Save me the drama don't go run and snitch
If that's your mama then I'll murk you right in front of that bitch
Im a Young Money, Cash Money, Universal soldier
Watch out Ms. Sylvia, I'm kinda feelin' ya, ha
I'm a headache, but they love the pain
I ask a bitch her name and tell her go board the plane
I'm so sure I know more, I'm so more than Wayne
I know whores that know whores that's always with some more whores
You owe whores, I show whores, I grow whores
I know what's at the store cause I go more, I go forth and so forth
Mami say she so bored with old boy, uh oh
I leave that pussy so sore, that's right no doze
Bitch get lost in the current how the dough flows
Niggas call Maybachs lo-lo's
Nigga got the Glock in a choke hold, I won't fold
To the cops, to the po-po's, ya'll hoes
Shout to my stompin' ground, Hollygrove
Fuck with them New Orleans niggas, funeral
Uptown, Uptown's where I rose
Yea, welcome to the real outdoors and of course
That chopper that I tote will split 'em like a divorce
Then the spiritual force, take 'em way up North
They say the end is comin', I'mma stay up for it
I'mma chase that money, you can wait up for it
I'm a kick to the snare, I'm a boom to the bass
What more can I say? I can't feel my face
Yea, Ice Cream hoodie, Bathing Ape tennis shoes
No time for pictures, no time for interviews
I'm gon' get the money, snowstorm or sunny
Try me and I'm coming out my coat arm with somethin'
Note on the table, pay me or they go
You can't get the cash then pay me in yayo
Save me the drama don't go run and snitch
If that's your mama then I'll murk you right in front of that bitch
Im a Young Money, Cash Money, Universal soldier
Watch out Ms. Sylvia, I'm kinda feelin' ya, ha
I'm a headache, but they love the pain
I ask a bitch her name and tell her go board the plane
I'm so sure I know more, I'm so more than Wayne
I know whores that know whores that's always with some more whores
You owe whores, I show whores, I grow whores
I know what's at the store cause I go more, I go forth and so forth
Mami say she so bored with old boy, uh oh
I leave that pussy so sore, that's right no doze
Bitch get lost in the current how the dough flows
Niggas call Maybachs lo-lo's
Nigga got the Glock in a choke hold, I won't fold
To the cops, to the po-po's, ya'll hoes
Shout to my stompin' ground, Hollygrove
Fuck with them New Orleans niggas, funeral
Uptown, Uptown's where I rose
Yea, welcome to the real outdoors and of course
That chopper that I tote will split 'em like a divorce
Then the spiritual force, take 'em way up North
They say the end is comin', I'mma stay up for it
I'mma chase that money, you can wait up for it
I'm a kick to the snare, I'm a boom to the bass
What more can I say? I can't feel my face
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