Know I Spent Big Cash On My Clothes No Cash On My Hoes, I Just Pass On My Hoes Till My Niggas Let Em Hit It Then They Get Passed On Some More Got My System
ima beast, ask dem hoes Hoe ima dog, ask dem hoes [verse 2:] Hat to the side Rims on the ride It cant fit in my pocket and i dont have, (hold up)...hat to the side Rims on
Chef, you had Lil Wayne on here Man, I ain't givin y'all my microphone no mo' 'cause y'all tear it up when you get it I just said, get a lil' somethin
cats got no money"now I can make it rain,hail,and snow money but the way my ice shine it will still look so sunny. Chorus: Verse 2: Lil Wayne Murda,
, bitch used to be on Pimpin dick It is what it is, I wish u wouldnt bother me Bitch stop...stop...stop callin me! [Verse 5: (Lil Wayne)] Don't call
got the Birdman in the building (the birdman) We got Killa in the building (yeah) We got Young Weezy in the building (Weezy) [Verse 1: Lil' Wayne
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
em 'cause it get deep with 'em And when it comes down to drugs, I'm on the streets with 'em [Lil Wayne] I'm the youngest Hot Boy on the field with heaters
I wanna make this known if I don't blow fuck it/ I got ounces of haze that go for four hundred/ when the haze come in/ be on the block all night/ wit
like Mango, [Hook]X2 [Wayne:] YA..dig So i guess its my turn, and imma go at niggas heads like sideburns, Big Phantom on the road, make a wide turn
dat on her but i see death around the corner and if he so happens to make his way around the block you gotta answer the door wen he knock believe dat chorus X2
gone Damn, it's a shame how the bullets slammed in your brain How the ice slammed (??) Rammin' your dame That's because she ran into the game Nigga, stop playin' with Lil Wayne Come on! (Hook [Lil Wayne
dudes this 1 pistol, 2 clips, i aim at lips Wayne that shit, shit on y'all Given to you from the guard I am the guard Yeaa, money on my mind, money money on
ya bound to get it i sit a barrel on ya tongue so round and pretty fought my ticket now ima skip town and kick it dress code just some khaki brown lil
here [Verse 2] I claim squad game till no more Wayne remain Bang my thing till no more lane remain Use the left lane man cook up the cocaine Dudes a lil
On My Tennis The Land Of Da Murder Dope Crack And Syringes Pull Up On Ya In Da Coupe How Fat Is Ya Engine Neva Talk To Those That Sat On Dem Benches Boy
out the park And after the games over we gone meet up after dark [Chorus 2: repeat 2x (Sammie)] All my sweetie pies Lil' Bow Wow, Lil' Zane, Lil' Wayne, Lil
syringes pull up on ya in the coupe how phat is your engine? never talk to those that sat on the benches boy, I was in the game on 4th and inches these