Woo, this that shit they didn't want me on
I'm 'bout to act a badonkadonk, shamone, shamone
Don't need sugar, I need cream, I'm dark and strong
The garbage man puttin' on cologne around my room
I'm on, I'm on, this that shit they didn't want
I act a ass and shit a skunk, I will, I won't
Black your eye like will.i.am, you Willy Wonka
That's me in the Lam, I'm disappearin' like Jimmy Hoffa
AK-47 my business partner, business is swell
French kiss a bitch, she don't speak French, can't kiss and tell
I push his ass in the wishin' well, then wish him well
Sippin' syrup like ginger ale, but I'm the quickest snail
From here to Hell, I hear them hail, I give them hell
I'm spittin' hail, I'm Clinton, well, I did inhale
These niggas frail, they Chip and Dale, they little girls
Watch me act a donkey, then pin a tail, spit out your nails
Uh, glory, hallelujah
Holy shit, I'm the holy shit, I'm God's manure
I know how to hack a jeweller ward and not computers
I meditate like a Buddhist, Holy ramen noodles
And now you sleep, I'm inside your room wit' a lot of shooters
You wake up to this chopper tool, it's like, 'Cock-a-doodle'
I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
I'm hotter than Honolulu, glory unto you, glory
I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
I'm hotter than Honolulu, my clothes and socks and shoes new
I been a boo-boo since ga-ga goo-goo and Dada, FUBU
Make everybody that knew you boo-boo, I got them spooked too
I drive a neutral, shock the future like Dr. Luther
I'm not accuser, your mom a cougar, I sock it to her
My cocaine white as a white beluga, I like bazookas
I'm high as lunar, I'm wilder than Tyga's Nikes, Pumas
Woo, this that shit you didn't want me on
My weed louder than underarms and car alarms
Cheers, I said, 'Surprise', but couldn't party long
I got to get back to the grind and the drawin' board
But all this f*ckin' art destroyed, this the art of war
These niggas' soft as teddy bears, talk to Marky Mark
I wet your block, leave it a waterpark, broad or dark
I whip the work like tartar sauce, you want it hard or raw, huh?
Uh, glory, hallelujah
Holy shit, I'm the shit, Porta-Potty Tunechi
Unload the Glock profusely, I'm soarin' out confusion
Your motor mouth keep vroomin', I'm goin' Tony Stewart
I'm on the fluid, I'm ruined, I'm cold as Boston Bruins
Lost in the shoo-shoo and who's who and I lost influence
Lost my point of view 'til I find a mirror, start talkin' to it
It told me the truth, it said I'm the shit and you party poopin'
Lord, oh, Lord
Am I talkin' crazy, too much coffee maybe
I smell like money, I know broke niggas feel nauseated
The broads' elated, my boys are faded, my car's the latest
My bars the greatest, they rated X like Marvel made it
She caught the babies, she barfed the babies, they orphans maybe
We got that white girl like in the '80s, that Marcia Brady
I dicked Tracy like Warren Beatty, I'm warm as Haiti
I'm armed and lazy, I'm sprayin' until my arms is lazy
Pardon my mental, I'm higher than Continental
Went from flyin' cockroaches to flyin' without credentials
That's private, tell the pilot, 'Be quiet, we need our privacy'
Throw you off this bitch if you wired, justifiably
Hustle wit' a motive, you know this, I'm wit' my whoadies
No snakes, no rodents, no ad-libs, no chorus
No stress, no worries, took you to a respiratory
It's self-explanatory, the glory is mandatory, glory
Uh, glory, hallelujah
Holy shit, I can't hold this shit, my bowel's looser
My towel's newer, my powder room is for powder-users
You see rolled up dollar bills filled wit' snot and mucus
My tie is Lucas, my driver's crusin', my partner's ruthless
My flower's rootless, my pocket's roofless, she poppin' roofies
I'm not a student, I'm not assumin' I'm not a human
You are not immune to this kind of music, you got 'em, Tunechi
You got 'em, Tunechi, I got 'em
Lil Wayne - Free Weezy Album Lyrics
Lil Wayne - Free Weezy Lyrics
Writer: DWAYNE CARTER, ANGEL APONTE, MARCO ANTONIO JR. RODRIGUEZ DIAZ, AVERY CHAMBLISS, UNKNOWN COMPOSER
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Hes Dead
Dead, he's dead, he's dead, he's dead, sir
He's dead chap, that man's dead back there
It's worst that dead, his brain is gone
I never see your crazy face
Smiling, laughing, screaming my name like that
I never see your crazy face (Mula)
Smiling, laughing, screaming my name like that
I see, smiling, laughing, screaming my name
I see, smiling, laughing, screaming my name
He's dead, he's dead, he's dead
He's dead, he's dead, he's dead
He's dead, he's dead, he's dead
He's dead, he's dead, he's dead
Dead man walkin', through a dead plant garden
Red ants army, Caveman Spartan
Die, come back to life, shaved and corporate
I paved and carved it, made man forfeit
Laid and chalked him, I slaved then bossed it
I don't need flowers around my grave, I need maids and doormen
We not one and the same;
Casper the Friendly, Tunechi Cobain
Ask how I'm livin', I can't complain
Like, it's hot in hell, but it never rain
Shit never sweet, him never changed
I will always be the MF'er Wayne
I been lost conscious, I never regain
Bitches wanna sleep with my remains, lord
Them Xans got me walkin' 'round like a zombie
I just double parked the hearse by a fire hydrant
They throw flowers on my body, allergic to pollen
Rest in peace to the Cash Money Weezy, gone but not forgotten, no
I never see your crazy face (You don't see me, nigga)
Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that (You don't see me, nigga, no)
I never see your crazy face (You can't see me, nigga)
Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that (You can't see me, nigga, no)
I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name (You can't see me, nigga, no)
I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name (I'm the muthaf*ckin' ghost)
He's dead, he's dead, he's dead
He's dead, he's dead, he's dead
He's dead, he's dead, he's dead
He's dead, he's dead, he's dead
Dead man walkin', the weed I'm sparkin'
Stank like corpses, got a young nigga coughin'
I was larger than life, should've got a bigger coffin
Bad bitches in my coffin, suck dick 'til they cough
How long will they mourn me?, I had a Rolls Royce Ghost
Now I'm feelin like that motherf*cka comin' back to haunt me
We are not one and the same;
I fumble my brain, I'm nothin' but strange
I punctured my veins, I'm loving the pain
I'm ugly and vain, now go get that shovel and dump it on Wayne
Throw dirt on my name, picture on a shirt instead of a frame
I'm dead as a doorknob and I got it locked
So f*ck every key on your key chain, boy
Them Xans got me walkin' 'round like a zombie
I don't know if I'm comin' or going, Lord, I'm undecided
Throw flowers on my body, you allergic to pollen
Rest in peace to the Cash Money Weezy, gone but not forgotten, no
I never see your crazy face (Ohhh)
Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that (You don't see me, nigga, no)
I never see your crazy face (You can't see me, nigga)
Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that (You can't see me, nigga, no, no)
I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name (You can't see me, nigga, no, no)
I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name (I'm the muthaf*ckin' ghost)
I never see your crazy face
Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that
I never see your crazy face
Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that
I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that
I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that
That man's dead back there
It's worst that dead, his brain is gone
He's dead chap, that man's dead back there
It's worst that dead, his brain is gone
I never see your crazy face
Smiling, laughing, screaming my name like that
I never see your crazy face (Mula)
Smiling, laughing, screaming my name like that
I see, smiling, laughing, screaming my name
I see, smiling, laughing, screaming my name
He's dead, he's dead, he's dead
He's dead, he's dead, he's dead
He's dead, he's dead, he's dead
He's dead, he's dead, he's dead
Dead man walkin', through a dead plant garden
Red ants army, Caveman Spartan
Die, come back to life, shaved and corporate
I paved and carved it, made man forfeit
Laid and chalked him, I slaved then bossed it
I don't need flowers around my grave, I need maids and doormen
We not one and the same;
Casper the Friendly, Tunechi Cobain
Ask how I'm livin', I can't complain
Like, it's hot in hell, but it never rain
Shit never sweet, him never changed
I will always be the MF'er Wayne
I been lost conscious, I never regain
Bitches wanna sleep with my remains, lord
Them Xans got me walkin' 'round like a zombie
I just double parked the hearse by a fire hydrant
They throw flowers on my body, allergic to pollen
Rest in peace to the Cash Money Weezy, gone but not forgotten, no
I never see your crazy face (You don't see me, nigga)
Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that (You don't see me, nigga, no)
I never see your crazy face (You can't see me, nigga)
Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that (You can't see me, nigga, no)
I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name (You can't see me, nigga, no)
I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name (I'm the muthaf*ckin' ghost)
He's dead, he's dead, he's dead
He's dead, he's dead, he's dead
He's dead, he's dead, he's dead
He's dead, he's dead, he's dead
Dead man walkin', the weed I'm sparkin'
Stank like corpses, got a young nigga coughin'
I was larger than life, should've got a bigger coffin
Bad bitches in my coffin, suck dick 'til they cough
How long will they mourn me?, I had a Rolls Royce Ghost
Now I'm feelin like that motherf*cka comin' back to haunt me
We are not one and the same;
I fumble my brain, I'm nothin' but strange
I punctured my veins, I'm loving the pain
I'm ugly and vain, now go get that shovel and dump it on Wayne
Throw dirt on my name, picture on a shirt instead of a frame
I'm dead as a doorknob and I got it locked
So f*ck every key on your key chain, boy
Them Xans got me walkin' 'round like a zombie
I don't know if I'm comin' or going, Lord, I'm undecided
Throw flowers on my body, you allergic to pollen
Rest in peace to the Cash Money Weezy, gone but not forgotten, no
I never see your crazy face (Ohhh)
Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that (You don't see me, nigga, no)
I never see your crazy face (You can't see me, nigga)
Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that (You can't see me, nigga, no, no)
I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name (You can't see me, nigga, no, no)
I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name (I'm the muthaf*ckin' ghost)
I never see your crazy face
Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that
I never see your crazy face
Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that
I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that
I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that
That man's dead back there
It's worst that dead, his brain is gone
Writer: Dwayne Michael Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
I Feel Good
Tunechi, baby
Lord I think I'm ballin' too hard
And my girlfriend think she too much, all she do is get pretty
I get shit faced, don't we make a cute couple?
To a broke heart we look like 2 bucks
I gotta posse full of hittas and a pocket full of In God We Trust
It's been so long since I said "It cost too much"
I'm so addicted to the fast money lifestyle and withdrawal sucks
And dead presidents act immortal, but I know you see money's not a problem
Bald like a butch bitch
Let's go on a shopping spree, take that shit to Goodwill
Money in the shoebox, what's up with all these shoeboxes?
Baby I'm my own boss, "Dwayne you gon' get you fired"
But I feel Good, I knew that I would, yeah, I feel Good
I'm smoking that good, I feel good my girl got that good, yeah
Girl your pussy so good
And these hoes is no good
But I got you, yeah
Girl your pussy so good
And these hoes is no good
But I got you, yeah
(Tunechi, baby, yeah)
They say "Boy put some money aside," "Don't tell me what to do with mine"
All my kids already rich and they kids, and they kids
They think money grow on trees and as tall as they grew I climbed
Knock knock "Who's There?" Ha
I told the bitch it's just money the road can get a lil bumpy
So on the low I got that blow and ya know it's gon' feel like a trumpet
I'm going home to my lil mama, she call me Big Poppa, she get hard dick and McDonalds
Cause she so tired of them Whoppers
I f*cked her good so proper, she say my name in opera
I turn into a piranha and eat it like tilapia
She know I'm going through a lot so she say my name in Gospel
No weapon formed against Weezy shall prosper and
And I feel good, yeah I knew that I would, yeah and I'm still hood yeah
Shoutout to my hood, I was sick of stunnin' but I feel cured
Leave yo ass in the woods, yeah and these hoes is no good, no good but I got a few, yeah
These hoes is no good, these hoes is no good but f*ck it I got you, f*ck 'em I got you
And I feel good
Tunechi, baby, I feel good
Like diamonds on wood, yeah, I feel good my girl got that good girl, yeah
Girl yo pussy so good and these hoes is no good, but I got you yeah
Lord I think I'm ballin' too hard
And my girlfriend think she too much, all she do is get pretty
I get shit faced, don't we make a cute couple?
To a broke heart we look like 2 bucks
I gotta posse full of hittas and a pocket full of In God We Trust
It's been so long since I said "It cost too much"
I'm so addicted to the fast money lifestyle and withdrawal sucks
And dead presidents act immortal, but I know you see money's not a problem
Bald like a butch bitch
Let's go on a shopping spree, take that shit to Goodwill
Money in the shoebox, what's up with all these shoeboxes?
Baby I'm my own boss, "Dwayne you gon' get you fired"
But I feel Good, I knew that I would, yeah, I feel Good
I'm smoking that good, I feel good my girl got that good, yeah
Girl your pussy so good
And these hoes is no good
But I got you, yeah
Girl your pussy so good
And these hoes is no good
But I got you, yeah
(Tunechi, baby, yeah)
They say "Boy put some money aside," "Don't tell me what to do with mine"
All my kids already rich and they kids, and they kids
They think money grow on trees and as tall as they grew I climbed
Knock knock "Who's There?" Ha
I told the bitch it's just money the road can get a lil bumpy
So on the low I got that blow and ya know it's gon' feel like a trumpet
I'm going home to my lil mama, she call me Big Poppa, she get hard dick and McDonalds
Cause she so tired of them Whoppers
I f*cked her good so proper, she say my name in opera
I turn into a piranha and eat it like tilapia
She know I'm going through a lot so she say my name in Gospel
No weapon formed against Weezy shall prosper and
And I feel good, yeah I knew that I would, yeah and I'm still hood yeah
Shoutout to my hood, I was sick of stunnin' but I feel cured
Leave yo ass in the woods, yeah and these hoes is no good, no good but I got a few, yeah
These hoes is no good, these hoes is no good but f*ck it I got you, f*ck 'em I got you
And I feel good
Tunechi, baby, I feel good
Like diamonds on wood, yeah, I feel good my girl got that good girl, yeah
Girl yo pussy so good and these hoes is no good, but I got you yeah
Writer: JAMES SCHEFFER, WRITERS UNKNOWN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
My Heart Races On
[Jake Troth:]
When this world comes crashing
And time flies right past us
Love only lasts if my heart races on
So I step on the gas, burning faster and faster
'Cause love only lasts if my heart races on
I'm racing on it, on
I'm racing on, if my heart races on
[Lil Wayne:]
Uh, I'm priceless, remember me like they remember the Titans
Reality bit me and continue to bite me
Got no degree but where I'm from, that's the original climate
Where you can't tell a fiend a crack rock isn't a diamond
Hold on, Lord if my Bugatti come to a dead end
I've already been everywhere except heaven
And tomorrow's not promised, when I'm gone but not forgotten
I hope my homies calming down my momma, Lord
I guess I'll see you on that other side
Where the flowers never die, the angels never lie
Yeah, the revolution will be televised
I just hope my contribution will be memorized
Oh, momma hate I got my daddy's eyes
Never looked into my daddy's eyes, he ain't have the time
F*ck him, the revolution will be televised
I just hope my contribution will be memorized
[Jake Troth (Lil Wayne):]
When this world comes crashing
And time flies right past us (Hold on)
Love only lasts if my heart races on (Hold on)
So I step on the gas, burning faster and faster (Hold on)
'Cause love only lasts if my heart races on
I'm racing on if (I'm gone), on (I'm gone)
I'm racing on, if (I'm gone), my heart races on
[Lil Wayne:]
Uh, Tunechi you an angel
Must be here for a reason, and that might be the main one
F*ck it, I'm making money before making changes
I sold my soul to the devil, he bought it then exchanged it
F*ck it, I'm working bitch, I know you see me working
Searching for better days, before a better person
I'm perfect, just ask my bitch and she'll say that's so urgent
I purchased, my children gifts and I just keep the curses
Yeah, my heart right and my head ain't, cause I'm never in my right mind
But I'm Einstein when I do think, and I grew wings
If you catch a feather just keep it, and I'll be racing on
No short cuts, no cheating
[Jake Troth (Lil Wayne):]
When this world comes crashing
And time flies right past us (Hold on)
Love only lasts if my heart races on (Hold on)
So I step on the gas, burning faster and faster (Hold on)
'Cause love only lasts if my heart races on
(My heart right and my head ain't)
I'm racing on if (I'm gone), on, (I'm gone)
I'm racing on, if (I'm gone)
My (There's nothing left but to fly, if you catch a feather just keep it) heart races on
[Lil Wayne:]
This morning I woke up on my good side
Life is just a race against time so have a good time
Heart racing, thoughts racing, competition, goodbye
I turn around, run backwards to see what second place look like
Oh Lord, what are we running from?
The police cause they already killed enough of us
Stay out them streets cause they don't f*ck with us, they hunting us
We in a race against racists, that's a color run
I keep my feet above the ground, we gon' run the town
Heart racing on, beat, beat, beating, knock and pound
Love marathon, getting deeper by the mile
I see no finish line, on your mark, set, pow
When this world comes crashing
And time flies right past us
Love only lasts if my heart races on
So I step on the gas, burning faster and faster
'Cause love only lasts if my heart races on
I'm racing on it, on
I'm racing on, if my heart races on
[Lil Wayne:]
Uh, I'm priceless, remember me like they remember the Titans
Reality bit me and continue to bite me
Got no degree but where I'm from, that's the original climate
Where you can't tell a fiend a crack rock isn't a diamond
Hold on, Lord if my Bugatti come to a dead end
I've already been everywhere except heaven
And tomorrow's not promised, when I'm gone but not forgotten
I hope my homies calming down my momma, Lord
I guess I'll see you on that other side
Where the flowers never die, the angels never lie
Yeah, the revolution will be televised
I just hope my contribution will be memorized
Oh, momma hate I got my daddy's eyes
Never looked into my daddy's eyes, he ain't have the time
F*ck him, the revolution will be televised
I just hope my contribution will be memorized
[Jake Troth (Lil Wayne):]
When this world comes crashing
And time flies right past us (Hold on)
Love only lasts if my heart races on (Hold on)
So I step on the gas, burning faster and faster (Hold on)
'Cause love only lasts if my heart races on
I'm racing on if (I'm gone), on (I'm gone)
I'm racing on, if (I'm gone), my heart races on
[Lil Wayne:]
Uh, Tunechi you an angel
Must be here for a reason, and that might be the main one
F*ck it, I'm making money before making changes
I sold my soul to the devil, he bought it then exchanged it
F*ck it, I'm working bitch, I know you see me working
Searching for better days, before a better person
I'm perfect, just ask my bitch and she'll say that's so urgent
I purchased, my children gifts and I just keep the curses
Yeah, my heart right and my head ain't, cause I'm never in my right mind
But I'm Einstein when I do think, and I grew wings
If you catch a feather just keep it, and I'll be racing on
No short cuts, no cheating
[Jake Troth (Lil Wayne):]
When this world comes crashing
And time flies right past us (Hold on)
Love only lasts if my heart races on (Hold on)
So I step on the gas, burning faster and faster (Hold on)
'Cause love only lasts if my heart races on
(My heart right and my head ain't)
I'm racing on if (I'm gone), on, (I'm gone)
I'm racing on, if (I'm gone)
My (There's nothing left but to fly, if you catch a feather just keep it) heart races on
[Lil Wayne:]
This morning I woke up on my good side
Life is just a race against time so have a good time
Heart racing, thoughts racing, competition, goodbye
I turn around, run backwards to see what second place look like
Oh Lord, what are we running from?
The police cause they already killed enough of us
Stay out them streets cause they don't f*ck with us, they hunting us
We in a race against racists, that's a color run
I keep my feet above the ground, we gon' run the town
Heart racing on, beat, beat, beating, knock and pound
Love marathon, getting deeper by the mile
I see no finish line, on your mark, set, pow
Writer: Dwayne Michael Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
London Roads
(Weed and syrup, yeah)
All I know is paper, I don't know these hoes
I like mouth in my lap, and pussy on my nose
And I'm bringin' home the bacon, it's fryin' on the stove
You hoes can't drive me crazy, keep your eyes on the road
Got the money on my mind, and bodies on my nine
And I swear everyday I'm on my Ariana grind
Erase I got that yay, I got that ladidadida
And a kamikaze squad, and you chicken parmesan
Lord I'm a free man like I come from Amistad
Know I come from Hollygrove, turnin' o's to octagons
I get money while I'm sleep, I dream that I'm in heaven
I dreamed I saw Lil Beezy, and smoked a gar with Wessy
All my niggas rest in peace, and my enemies rest pleasant
So when my niggas creep they catch 'em when they least expect 'em
Momma told me if you run these streets, run these streets correctly
Well feet don't fail me now I never knew my feet to test me
Lord knows, I wear new clothes to the mall
Two hoes on my arm, fur boots when it's warm
Church shoes to play ball
We spittin' this shit like bird food to a dog
Urkel to big Carl, y'all don't hear me
All I love is paper, I don't love these hoes
Boy that vest won't save you, neither will heroes
Lord he better hope you save him, better catch the holy ghost
Holy moly hockey mask like Halloween like OVO
Lord all I know is strippers, all they know is poles
All they sell is pussy, cause they been sold their soul
Boy you go 0 to 60, I go 1 and 2 zero's
Pedal to the metal, I call it rose gold
Lord all I know is paper, big fat money rolls
Look at how big my safe is, that bitch got double doors
I was runnin' outta patience, 'til I heard "All aboard"
They mad cause I be skatin' at home on marble floors
Lord knows I drive fast in my driveway
I pop tags and throw 'em down and make the ground shake
God damn, a pint of lean almost 5k
I be spendin' 25k every 5 days
I sent my girl on a spa day cause Hood just came with them chickens
I don't want you in the house bae
Plus we need the kitchen, Lord, trap house in abundance
We got trap houses in London, y'all don't hear me
Hol' up, had to switch the flow up, had to pour up, roll some more up
Watch me go up, my doors go up, when I show up, why you show up?
Pick my bro up, pick a O up, hit the store up, get a soda
Get us 4 cups, split a 4 up, then we slow up, yeah you know us
Then we toast cups and we post up, don't approach us, we got toasters
That's my slime like we ghost bust and we both bust, give no f*cks
Take no stuff and take your stuff, then ho hunt for some choca
I know a ho who'll rock the boat, but I row her, I'm Noah Lord
I remember when I was no one Lord
When I couldn't find jack in no ones cards
Ms. Cita I remember goin' in your gun drawer
Puttin' it to my chest and missin' my heart by centimetres oh Lord
I remember dyin' on her room floor
And wakin' up in some police's arms
He died recent, so I hope heaven made more room for him
And I hope he see me, cause if he didn't save that lil boy there would be no Weezy oh Lord
All I know is paper, I don't know these hoes
I like mouth in my lap, and pussy on my nose
And I'm bringin' home the bacon, it's fryin' on the stove
You hoes can't drive me crazy, keep your eyes on the road
Got the money on my mind, and bodies on my nine
And I swear everyday I'm on my Ariana grind
Erase I got that yay, I got that ladidadida
And a kamikaze squad, and you chicken parmesan
Lord I'm a free man like I come from Amistad
Know I come from Hollygrove, turnin' o's to octagons
I get money while I'm sleep, I dream that I'm in heaven
I dreamed I saw Lil Beezy, and smoked a gar with Wessy
All my niggas rest in peace, and my enemies rest pleasant
So when my niggas creep they catch 'em when they least expect 'em
Momma told me if you run these streets, run these streets correctly
Well feet don't fail me now I never knew my feet to test me
Lord knows, I wear new clothes to the mall
Two hoes on my arm, fur boots when it's warm
Church shoes to play ball
We spittin' this shit like bird food to a dog
Urkel to big Carl, y'all don't hear me
All I love is paper, I don't love these hoes
Boy that vest won't save you, neither will heroes
Lord he better hope you save him, better catch the holy ghost
Holy moly hockey mask like Halloween like OVO
Lord all I know is strippers, all they know is poles
All they sell is pussy, cause they been sold their soul
Boy you go 0 to 60, I go 1 and 2 zero's
Pedal to the metal, I call it rose gold
Lord all I know is paper, big fat money rolls
Look at how big my safe is, that bitch got double doors
I was runnin' outta patience, 'til I heard "All aboard"
They mad cause I be skatin' at home on marble floors
Lord knows I drive fast in my driveway
I pop tags and throw 'em down and make the ground shake
God damn, a pint of lean almost 5k
I be spendin' 25k every 5 days
I sent my girl on a spa day cause Hood just came with them chickens
I don't want you in the house bae
Plus we need the kitchen, Lord, trap house in abundance
We got trap houses in London, y'all don't hear me
Hol' up, had to switch the flow up, had to pour up, roll some more up
Watch me go up, my doors go up, when I show up, why you show up?
Pick my bro up, pick a O up, hit the store up, get a soda
Get us 4 cups, split a 4 up, then we slow up, yeah you know us
Then we toast cups and we post up, don't approach us, we got toasters
That's my slime like we ghost bust and we both bust, give no f*cks
Take no stuff and take your stuff, then ho hunt for some choca
I know a ho who'll rock the boat, but I row her, I'm Noah Lord
I remember when I was no one Lord
When I couldn't find jack in no ones cards
Ms. Cita I remember goin' in your gun drawer
Puttin' it to my chest and missin' my heart by centimetres oh Lord
I remember dyin' on her room floor
And wakin' up in some police's arms
He died recent, so I hope heaven made more room for him
And I hope he see me, cause if he didn't save that lil boy there would be no Weezy oh Lord
Writer: Dwayne Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Im That Nigga
I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga
I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga
F*ck these niggas, these niggas niggas, I ain't these niggas
F*ck these niggas, these niggas niggas, girl f*ck these niggas
I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love
I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love
You love to hate, you love to hate
You love to hate, you love to hate
Crazy 'bout my money, pay me by the hundreds
I'm waitin', count it for me, I got all day nigga I ain't rushing'
Overpaid, f*ck a budget, I'm overdue, I ain't budgin'
I want my bread, f*ck the muffins, without my cream, I'm sour onion
I pour codeine in a LeBron Sprite
Pop a Percocet, I feel like Iron Mike
Strip club, I make 30k skydive
I get head on a high rise, my life awesome
I thank God momma didn't have an abortion
So every time I get paid she get a portion
I made a fortune, I'm havin' foursomes
Don't have to force 'em
Cause I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga
I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga
F*ck these niggas, these niggas niggas, I ain't these niggas
F*ck these niggas, on second thought baby don't f*ck these niggas
I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love
I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love
You love to hate, you love to hate
You love to hate, you love to hate
[HoodyBaby:]
Gon' berserk, I been whippin' the work
Grimy as f*ck, I sell a brick in the church
Now baby pass me my Hammer, go bail my bro out the slammer
Soon as I pour up this Fanta, I'm kickin' ass in Atlanta
I'm in L.A. with some women, I'm in Miami with hoes
Go overseas with my woes, merci beaucoup I suppose
My ho on the globe, I'm pourin' the 4
They got coke on the table, they got dope on the floor
You're really reading me wrong, phone roamin' in Rome
It's like I set it in stone, we blowin' blunts of the strong
My safe like steak, I'm tryin' to filet mignon
What's left to say, I say we kill 'em and gone
I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga
I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga
F*ck these niggas, these niggas niggas, I ain't these niggas
F*ck these niggas, on second thought baby don't f*ck these niggas
I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love
I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love
You love to hate, you love to hate, you love to hate
Crazy 'bout my money, psycho 'bout my money
Spiteful 'bout my money, snipe about my money
Kill you behind my money, I really need a lot of money
My bitch like nice things and my children grew out them Huggies
Yeah I pour codeine in a Jones soda
Pop a Percocet, I feel like Balboa
Roger that, 10-4, psh, man over
These sluts is on my nuts, I feel like granola
I pass time like a Backwood
I gets high off that good, but I land good
I'm flat-foot but dance good and kick ass good
These niggas can't hold me, I'm a handful
I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga
I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga
F*ck these niggas, these niggas niggas, I ain't these niggas
F*ck these niggas, these niggas niggas, girl f*ck these niggas
I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love
I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love
You love to hate, you love to hate
You love to hate, you love to hate
Cause I'm the nigga, the nigga
Because I'm the nigga, the nigga
Because I'm the nigga, girl f*ck these, girl f*ck these niggas
On second thought baby don't f*ck these niggas
Pullin' triggers, my home up diggers, don't try me nigga
Pullin' triggers, my come up figures, don't try me nigga
I'm that nigga, that nigga that nigga, I'm not them niggas
I'm that nigga, that nigga that nigga, I'm the nigga, yeah
I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga
F*ck these niggas, these niggas niggas, I ain't these niggas
F*ck these niggas, these niggas niggas, girl f*ck these niggas
I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love
I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love
You love to hate, you love to hate
You love to hate, you love to hate
Crazy 'bout my money, pay me by the hundreds
I'm waitin', count it for me, I got all day nigga I ain't rushing'
Overpaid, f*ck a budget, I'm overdue, I ain't budgin'
I want my bread, f*ck the muffins, without my cream, I'm sour onion
I pour codeine in a LeBron Sprite
Pop a Percocet, I feel like Iron Mike
Strip club, I make 30k skydive
I get head on a high rise, my life awesome
I thank God momma didn't have an abortion
So every time I get paid she get a portion
I made a fortune, I'm havin' foursomes
Don't have to force 'em
Cause I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga
I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga
F*ck these niggas, these niggas niggas, I ain't these niggas
F*ck these niggas, on second thought baby don't f*ck these niggas
I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love
I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love
You love to hate, you love to hate
You love to hate, you love to hate
[HoodyBaby:]
Gon' berserk, I been whippin' the work
Grimy as f*ck, I sell a brick in the church
Now baby pass me my Hammer, go bail my bro out the slammer
Soon as I pour up this Fanta, I'm kickin' ass in Atlanta
I'm in L.A. with some women, I'm in Miami with hoes
Go overseas with my woes, merci beaucoup I suppose
My ho on the globe, I'm pourin' the 4
They got coke on the table, they got dope on the floor
You're really reading me wrong, phone roamin' in Rome
It's like I set it in stone, we blowin' blunts of the strong
My safe like steak, I'm tryin' to filet mignon
What's left to say, I say we kill 'em and gone
I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga
I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga
F*ck these niggas, these niggas niggas, I ain't these niggas
F*ck these niggas, on second thought baby don't f*ck these niggas
I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love
I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love
You love to hate, you love to hate, you love to hate
Crazy 'bout my money, psycho 'bout my money
Spiteful 'bout my money, snipe about my money
Kill you behind my money, I really need a lot of money
My bitch like nice things and my children grew out them Huggies
Yeah I pour codeine in a Jones soda
Pop a Percocet, I feel like Balboa
Roger that, 10-4, psh, man over
These sluts is on my nuts, I feel like granola
I pass time like a Backwood
I gets high off that good, but I land good
I'm flat-foot but dance good and kick ass good
These niggas can't hold me, I'm a handful
I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga
I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga
F*ck these niggas, these niggas niggas, I ain't these niggas
F*ck these niggas, these niggas niggas, girl f*ck these niggas
I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love
I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love
You love to hate, you love to hate
You love to hate, you love to hate
Cause I'm the nigga, the nigga
Because I'm the nigga, the nigga
Because I'm the nigga, girl f*ck these, girl f*ck these niggas
On second thought baby don't f*ck these niggas
Pullin' triggers, my home up diggers, don't try me nigga
Pullin' triggers, my come up figures, don't try me nigga
I'm that nigga, that nigga that nigga, I'm not them niggas
I'm that nigga, that nigga that nigga, I'm the nigga, yeah
Writer: Dwayne Michael Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Psycho
Psycho, you got me psycho
Baby come at me I'm not backing down
I never knew the girl would have me out here trippin'
I thought I was different, I thought I was pimpin'
I thought I was whippin' till that pussy whipped me
I fell asleep in it like Whitney
I go hard for my baby, psycho ward for my baby
Swipe that card for my baby, body guard for my baby
Bobby Brown for my baby, lock it down for my baby
I knock that pussy out then I growl for my baby
Even psycho's need love too, I save all her text messages
I smell her panties while she in the bathroom
And taste whatever she left in them
I take pictures of her when she not lookin'
Study 'em microscopically
Marry me and then bury me and then bury her on top of me
I'm psycho, you got me psycho
Baby come at me I'm not backing down
Girl I'm so crazy for you, I left my old lady for ya
Now she done went crazy, you know she be hatin' on ya
Say she gon' be waitin' for me, but she gon' be waitin'
Cuz she know I'm crazy 'bout you
You got me all psychotic, girl I'm your patient
I'm just tryna kick it with ya, but I don't even know karate
But I know crazy
Crazy bout her attitude, crazy bout her shampoo
Jealous of her shadow dude, I'm crazy
Crazy bout her vaginal and every other avenue
Jump without a parachute, I'm crazy
Shoulda said I never do, if she says pleasure boo
Then it's my pleasure boo, you ain't gotta never move
Lookin' all edible, and I'm ready when you're ready to
You already knew
Girl you already know I ain't never lettin' go
I ain't never lettin' go
Addicted to your love a motherf*cker need a [?]
Your gon' have to cut me off with a sword
And if you ever leave me I ain't leavin' nothin' but a note
While I'm hangin' from the second floor
And when you don't come home then its vroom vroom vroom
Nigga ridin' round checkin' doors, oh lord
Psycho, you got me psycho
Baby come at me I'm not backing down
I never knew a girl would have me out here trippin'
I thought I was different, I thought I was pimpin'
Psycho, you got me psycho
Baby come at me I'm not backing down
I thought I was different, I thought I was pimpin'
Baby come at me I'm not backing down
I never knew the girl would have me out here trippin'
I thought I was different, I thought I was pimpin'
I thought I was whippin' till that pussy whipped me
I fell asleep in it like Whitney
I go hard for my baby, psycho ward for my baby
Swipe that card for my baby, body guard for my baby
Bobby Brown for my baby, lock it down for my baby
I knock that pussy out then I growl for my baby
Even psycho's need love too, I save all her text messages
I smell her panties while she in the bathroom
And taste whatever she left in them
I take pictures of her when she not lookin'
Study 'em microscopically
Marry me and then bury me and then bury her on top of me
I'm psycho, you got me psycho
Baby come at me I'm not backing down
Girl I'm so crazy for you, I left my old lady for ya
Now she done went crazy, you know she be hatin' on ya
Say she gon' be waitin' for me, but she gon' be waitin'
Cuz she know I'm crazy 'bout you
You got me all psychotic, girl I'm your patient
I'm just tryna kick it with ya, but I don't even know karate
But I know crazy
Crazy bout her attitude, crazy bout her shampoo
Jealous of her shadow dude, I'm crazy
Crazy bout her vaginal and every other avenue
Jump without a parachute, I'm crazy
Shoulda said I never do, if she says pleasure boo
Then it's my pleasure boo, you ain't gotta never move
Lookin' all edible, and I'm ready when you're ready to
You already knew
Girl you already know I ain't never lettin' go
I ain't never lettin' go
Addicted to your love a motherf*cker need a [?]
Your gon' have to cut me off with a sword
And if you ever leave me I ain't leavin' nothin' but a note
While I'm hangin' from the second floor
And when you don't come home then its vroom vroom vroom
Nigga ridin' round checkin' doors, oh lord
Psycho, you got me psycho
Baby come at me I'm not backing down
I never knew a girl would have me out here trippin'
I thought I was different, I thought I was pimpin'
Psycho, you got me psycho
Baby come at me I'm not backing down
I thought I was different, I thought I was pimpin'
Writer: ALEXANDER IZQUIERDO, MARCO RODRIGUEZ, LEAH HAYES, DWAYNE CARTER
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Murda
First degree murda
Beg dem nuh push it further
This a nuh beef weh make burga
The youths dem strapped with dem burner
Real niggas say soo woo and such and such kill such and such
The street talking, bullshit walks on crutches but it's strut to strut
Niggas panic button pressing the end is coming
Count your blessings
We living in the day and time where the ten commandments are now suggestions
How depressing, how invested, click clack, pow intestines
Bad bitches in flower dresses with tight pussies
I found the crevice
AK bullets move mountains
Break them bitches down to pebbles
That tough talk is like music, to my ears so keep it a capella
Based on a true story, we not worry, y'all too worried
I faced my fears and told them motherf*ckers y'all too gorgeous
Dread head from New Orleans
Where the youth dem got two choices
Shoot or get shot or a nigga choose for you
We murdered them
First degree murda
Beg dem nuh push it further
This a nuh beef weh make burga
The youths dem strapped with dem burner
First degree murda
Beg dem nuh push it further
This a nuh beef weh make burga
'Cause the youths dem strapped with dem burner
Yo, Tune point and I'm dusting niggas
I ain't talking lacing no marijuana
Soon as I hatched, I reigned like a quail
And gave 2 f*cks I ain't a koala
My uncle gangsta but I make him nervous
All he see in my face is murda
Waste a burna is my waste a furnace
I'm pacing turners your face the thermos
First birthday wish was getting picked up
Shoot a nigga wake up on the wake up
Lay down and a model bitch ache up
Then I put pearls in a bitch like Jacob
Play tough taped off of this day pub
Race off like some motherf*cking make up
Take off looking for something to take up
Get the paper? Or you want in the paper?
Not horoscopes but in the horror scope
Pray to God you see tomorrow, nope
They gave my nigga 30 for a jar of dope
But do a nigga dirty with a bar of soap
Blowing so much you sneezing dick
Believe in me I don't believe in shit
Y'all pinching pennies? I'm squeezing drip
It's Young Money till I'm in the freezer stiff
Bitch
First degree murda
Beg dem nuh push it further
This a nuh beef weh make burga
The youths dem strapped with dem burner
First degree murda
Beg dem nuh push it further
This a nuh beef weh make burga
'Cause the youths dem strapped with dem burner
It's all about the money nigga f*ck the fame
Where we come from shots ring nigga broad day
Lil woadie said he had the chance he do the shit again
Poppin' pills for the pain but still won't feel a thing
It's deeper than this rap, I'm in the back soaking game
Cartier frames got them looking at me strange
Why pre mostly heard in the rally same?
Lowkey still get a brick off my name
Now I'mma tell you this here for my youngin' them
The same ones I hung the corners with do numbers with
If there ever was a problem watch 'em pull up quick
Caught a L sticking to the script, we now switched
We now switch
First degree murda
Beg dem nuh push it further
This a nuh beef weh make burga
The youths dem strapped with dem burner
First degree murda
Beg dem nuh push it further
This a nuh beef weh make burga
'Cause the youths dem strapped with dem burner
Beg dem nuh push it further
This a nuh beef weh make burga
The youths dem strapped with dem burner
Real niggas say soo woo and such and such kill such and such
The street talking, bullshit walks on crutches but it's strut to strut
Niggas panic button pressing the end is coming
Count your blessings
We living in the day and time where the ten commandments are now suggestions
How depressing, how invested, click clack, pow intestines
Bad bitches in flower dresses with tight pussies
I found the crevice
AK bullets move mountains
Break them bitches down to pebbles
That tough talk is like music, to my ears so keep it a capella
Based on a true story, we not worry, y'all too worried
I faced my fears and told them motherf*ckers y'all too gorgeous
Dread head from New Orleans
Where the youth dem got two choices
Shoot or get shot or a nigga choose for you
We murdered them
First degree murda
Beg dem nuh push it further
This a nuh beef weh make burga
The youths dem strapped with dem burner
First degree murda
Beg dem nuh push it further
This a nuh beef weh make burga
'Cause the youths dem strapped with dem burner
Yo, Tune point and I'm dusting niggas
I ain't talking lacing no marijuana
Soon as I hatched, I reigned like a quail
And gave 2 f*cks I ain't a koala
My uncle gangsta but I make him nervous
All he see in my face is murda
Waste a burna is my waste a furnace
I'm pacing turners your face the thermos
First birthday wish was getting picked up
Shoot a nigga wake up on the wake up
Lay down and a model bitch ache up
Then I put pearls in a bitch like Jacob
Play tough taped off of this day pub
Race off like some motherf*cking make up
Take off looking for something to take up
Get the paper? Or you want in the paper?
Not horoscopes but in the horror scope
Pray to God you see tomorrow, nope
They gave my nigga 30 for a jar of dope
But do a nigga dirty with a bar of soap
Blowing so much you sneezing dick
Believe in me I don't believe in shit
Y'all pinching pennies? I'm squeezing drip
It's Young Money till I'm in the freezer stiff
Bitch
First degree murda
Beg dem nuh push it further
This a nuh beef weh make burga
The youths dem strapped with dem burner
First degree murda
Beg dem nuh push it further
This a nuh beef weh make burga
'Cause the youths dem strapped with dem burner
It's all about the money nigga f*ck the fame
Where we come from shots ring nigga broad day
Lil woadie said he had the chance he do the shit again
Poppin' pills for the pain but still won't feel a thing
It's deeper than this rap, I'm in the back soaking game
Cartier frames got them looking at me strange
Why pre mostly heard in the rally same?
Lowkey still get a brick off my name
Now I'mma tell you this here for my youngin' them
The same ones I hung the corners with do numbers with
If there ever was a problem watch 'em pull up quick
Caught a L sticking to the script, we now switched
We now switch
First degree murda
Beg dem nuh push it further
This a nuh beef weh make burga
The youths dem strapped with dem burner
First degree murda
Beg dem nuh push it further
This a nuh beef weh make burga
'Cause the youths dem strapped with dem burner
Writer: Dwayne Michael Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Thinking Bout You
Uhh, Uhh, I was chilling on a set
With a fully automatic tec
Thinking bout you girl
I was, working my jugg girl
But I was still thinking bout you
Uhh, bow wow wow yippie yo yippie ya
Can't trust these dog ass hoes today
I say bow wow wow yippie yo yippie ya
Can't trust these dog ass hoes today
But I got one I really f*ck with
She make my heart skip a beat
She dropped her drum stick
Sometimes we f*ck forever, sometimes I cum quick
I eat that pussy cause it's sweet as sweet as one six
Sixteen bullets in a clip I'm loading one clip
Shoot a nigga sixteen times until I'm convinced
I got strawberry cocaine it's sweet as fun dip
You know I keep some nose candy for my young bitch
I love my young bitch
Cause she don't get me drama you don't want no drama
My goons wait for you to snap like some photo bombers
Yeah we leave a nigga flat we leave 'em horizontal
And then my lawyer tell you I don't own that morning hours
Chilling on a set
With a fully automatic tec
Thinking bout you girl
I was, working my jugg girl
But I was still thinking bout you
[x2]
It go U N L V
It go, it go U N L V
It go U N L V, U N LV
Uptown nigga living violent do I smell beef
I was chilling on a corner bout to get f*cked up
My nigga T got a 40 and he brought two cups
That nigga Mack was chilling po was home talking on a phone
Lord it's been such a good year we need some Armor All
That nigga Hood he on a set he got his hoodie on
Euro's the future, f*ck your future, like I'm reading palms
Wayne Chong chinky eyes like I'm from Vietnam
Got my bitch with chinky eyes like that bitch Nia Long
Lord I know I do my thing can't let my thing do me
Lord I know I ain't a saint still rep that fleur-de-lis
Lord just keep Lil Reginae away from birds and bees
Let her be strong as the woman that gave birth to me
F*ck your degree this murder in the first degree
I got that tech under my arm like right guard, sure, degree
Lord sometimes I just be so gone I be like earth to me
I burn some weed, I burp some lean, I serve a fiend while I was
Chilling on a set
With a fully automatic tec
I was thinking bout you girl
I was, working my jugg girl
But I was still thinking bout you girl
[x2]
With a fully automatic tec
Thinking bout you girl
I was, working my jugg girl
But I was still thinking bout you
Uhh, bow wow wow yippie yo yippie ya
Can't trust these dog ass hoes today
I say bow wow wow yippie yo yippie ya
Can't trust these dog ass hoes today
But I got one I really f*ck with
She make my heart skip a beat
She dropped her drum stick
Sometimes we f*ck forever, sometimes I cum quick
I eat that pussy cause it's sweet as sweet as one six
Sixteen bullets in a clip I'm loading one clip
Shoot a nigga sixteen times until I'm convinced
I got strawberry cocaine it's sweet as fun dip
You know I keep some nose candy for my young bitch
I love my young bitch
Cause she don't get me drama you don't want no drama
My goons wait for you to snap like some photo bombers
Yeah we leave a nigga flat we leave 'em horizontal
And then my lawyer tell you I don't own that morning hours
Chilling on a set
With a fully automatic tec
Thinking bout you girl
I was, working my jugg girl
But I was still thinking bout you
[x2]
It go U N L V
It go, it go U N L V
It go U N L V, U N LV
Uptown nigga living violent do I smell beef
I was chilling on a corner bout to get f*cked up
My nigga T got a 40 and he brought two cups
That nigga Mack was chilling po was home talking on a phone
Lord it's been such a good year we need some Armor All
That nigga Hood he on a set he got his hoodie on
Euro's the future, f*ck your future, like I'm reading palms
Wayne Chong chinky eyes like I'm from Vietnam
Got my bitch with chinky eyes like that bitch Nia Long
Lord I know I do my thing can't let my thing do me
Lord I know I ain't a saint still rep that fleur-de-lis
Lord just keep Lil Reginae away from birds and bees
Let her be strong as the woman that gave birth to me
F*ck your degree this murder in the first degree
I got that tech under my arm like right guard, sure, degree
Lord sometimes I just be so gone I be like earth to me
I burn some weed, I burp some lean, I serve a fiend while I was
Chilling on a set
With a fully automatic tec
I was thinking bout you girl
I was, working my jugg girl
But I was still thinking bout you girl
[x2]
Writer: Dwayne Michael Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Without You
Tell 'em
[Bibi Bourelly:]
I done spend so many of my days without you
I done lost all my love and found no way without you
I done gave up my soul and gave up my pride
And taped up my heart and wiped off my eyes without you
Without you
Uh
How you doing? Me, I'm a mess
I feel powerless, hands around this bottleneck
Oh you got a new one, I'm not impressed
And if he trying to flex you can give him my address yeah
I be trying to rest but lord the devil busy
And when I do I dream of you and then the Devil pinch me
Do you ever miss me?
Do you ever wish we get it right and the rest is history?
I wish I could go back in time and fix my lack of time
Because back then I had to grind but see you thought I'd rather grind
You thought I had the time, thought I was lying half the time
And now I fantasize and agonize to pass the time lord
[Bibi Bourelly:]
I done spend so many of my days without you
I done lost all my love and found no way without you
I done gave up my soul and gave up my pride
And taped up my heart and wiped off my eyes without you
Without you
Uh
How you doing? I can tell
You look like yourself and I look like I'm by myself, f*ck
But I'm getting through it, I might as well
Cause I know will time tell but it be moving like a snail yeah
You got a new one, I wish you well
Then I bite my nails, I'm scared I might hear wedding bells
I guess I blew it, it never fails you was tired of waiting to exhale
I wish I could go back in time and fix my frame of mind
Back when everything was fine and we would never think of dying
And I was yours and you was mine and we combine and intertwine
And now we in decline finish line end of time lord
[Bibi Bourelly:]
I done spend so many of my days without you
I done lost all my love and found no way without you
I done gave up my soul and gave up my pride
And taped up my heart and wiped off my eyes without you
Without you
Now you've been gone too long, true or false, right or wrong
I'm left to live life alone, I'mma need more styrofoams
If you find your way home you know that porch light is on
I lay in bed wishing your side was warm
We wish we could go back in time and push it in reverse
Cause this shit ain't for us baby, this shit for the birds
But I know what I'll do, I'll move on I got to
And this is to you, for you, about you, without you girl
I done spend so many, way too many
Of my days without you
I'm lost on my love
Love
[Bibi Bourelly:]
I done gave up my soul and gave up my pride
And taped up my heart and wiped off my eyes without you
Without you
How you doing
I can tell
Yeah
How you doing
I can tell
You look like yourself
I'm by myself
[Bibi Bourelly:]
I done spend so many of my days without you
I done lost all my love and found no way without you
I done gave up my soul and gave up my pride
And taped up my heart and wiped off my eyes without you
Without you
Uh
How you doing? Me, I'm a mess
I feel powerless, hands around this bottleneck
Oh you got a new one, I'm not impressed
And if he trying to flex you can give him my address yeah
I be trying to rest but lord the devil busy
And when I do I dream of you and then the Devil pinch me
Do you ever miss me?
Do you ever wish we get it right and the rest is history?
I wish I could go back in time and fix my lack of time
Because back then I had to grind but see you thought I'd rather grind
You thought I had the time, thought I was lying half the time
And now I fantasize and agonize to pass the time lord
[Bibi Bourelly:]
I done spend so many of my days without you
I done lost all my love and found no way without you
I done gave up my soul and gave up my pride
And taped up my heart and wiped off my eyes without you
Without you
Uh
How you doing? I can tell
You look like yourself and I look like I'm by myself, f*ck
But I'm getting through it, I might as well
Cause I know will time tell but it be moving like a snail yeah
You got a new one, I wish you well
Then I bite my nails, I'm scared I might hear wedding bells
I guess I blew it, it never fails you was tired of waiting to exhale
I wish I could go back in time and fix my frame of mind
Back when everything was fine and we would never think of dying
And I was yours and you was mine and we combine and intertwine
And now we in decline finish line end of time lord
[Bibi Bourelly:]
I done spend so many of my days without you
I done lost all my love and found no way without you
I done gave up my soul and gave up my pride
And taped up my heart and wiped off my eyes without you
Without you
Now you've been gone too long, true or false, right or wrong
I'm left to live life alone, I'mma need more styrofoams
If you find your way home you know that porch light is on
I lay in bed wishing your side was warm
We wish we could go back in time and push it in reverse
Cause this shit ain't for us baby, this shit for the birds
But I know what I'll do, I'll move on I got to
And this is to you, for you, about you, without you girl
I done spend so many, way too many
Of my days without you
I'm lost on my love
Love
[Bibi Bourelly:]
I done gave up my soul and gave up my pride
And taped up my heart and wiped off my eyes without you
Without you
How you doing
I can tell
Yeah
How you doing
I can tell
You look like yourself
I'm by myself
Writer: Dwayne Michael Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Post Bail Ballin
Hundred thousand on a small ass chain
Hundred thousand on a bottle champagne
Half a million for a watch with no diamonds
Brought cash to the jewelers, still had change
Ooh, sharks in the crib and in the back yard
Elevator in the house, never got stuck
I just looked in the mirror, got star struck
I just looked at your bitch and got eye f*cked
Who the f*ck wanna race? Put your money up
All you see is license plates, far in front of you
I gave a bad bitch a taste of the good life
She licked her lips twice and told me I'm yummier
Glass house on the block, 5 floors in it
Got a picture on the wall that costs more than it
You observing it, I'm absorbing it
Judge mad cause a nigga make more than him
Ignoring him, I know you can't ignore the rims
I'm going in until I'm pourin' in more than M's
I'm courting in swimsuit models that don't know who I am
In foreign twins, I tell 'em that I star in films
My warrant clear as day like Doris is
When I ain't trippin', my lawyers is
So what the charges is? Put it on my tap, baller shit
I'm from the cell to the mall with this
Now tell them motherf*ckers sign
I'm post bail ballin', post bail ballin'
Go tell the warden I'm, I'm post bail ballin'
Post bail ballin', go tell the warden I'm
Soon as I get home I'm going to get that brand new Bentley
I'ma honk the horn, riding past the penitentiary
And I'ma drive slow, riding past the elementary
Then give it to my woes, tell 'em, don't even mention it
One time for the hustlers and the young moms
My presidential is crunch time, looking in my son's eyes
Only time I see a upside
I tell him he gon' be a tough guy and never be a punchline
Tell him never wait in one line, tell him not even a lunch line
Pray more than some times
When the cops come you tongue-tied
Take dirt, make a mud pie
Lookin' out the window, in the coupe with a bimbo
Talking 'bout who she resemble
Bitch you in a Enzo, stop being so simple
Now f*ck me like we in a limbo
I ain't got time to kill, I got voids to fill
I got ocean views, I got water bills
I got cards to deal, i got hearts to steal
I got larger wheels on my automobile
I lost appeal, the bullshit cost me a mil
It brought me to tears, I came home and brought me a crib
I walked through that bitch, strapped when it's dark in that bitch
And through hell and high water, I just walk through that bridge
I got a full cup of lean that I saw in the fridge
I started to swig, but ended up drinking all of that shit
Cause I deserve it, I be working hard for all of this shit
I step into a Rolls Royce when I walk out then pen
My nigga I'm, I'm post bail ballin, post bail ballin'
Go tell the warden I'm, I'm post bail ballin'
Post bail ballin', go tell the warden I'm, I'm post bail ballin'
Farewell warden, I'm post bail ballin'
Go tell the warden I'm, post bail ballin'
Inmate Carter, post bail ballin'
Soon as I get home I'm going to get that brand new Bentley
I'ma honk the horn, riding past the penitentiary
And I'ma drive slow, riding past the elementary
Then give it to my woes, tell 'em, don't even mention it
Soon as I get home I'm going to get that brand new Bentley
Hundred thousand on a bottle champagne
Half a million for a watch with no diamonds
Brought cash to the jewelers, still had change
Ooh, sharks in the crib and in the back yard
Elevator in the house, never got stuck
I just looked in the mirror, got star struck
I just looked at your bitch and got eye f*cked
Who the f*ck wanna race? Put your money up
All you see is license plates, far in front of you
I gave a bad bitch a taste of the good life
She licked her lips twice and told me I'm yummier
Glass house on the block, 5 floors in it
Got a picture on the wall that costs more than it
You observing it, I'm absorbing it
Judge mad cause a nigga make more than him
Ignoring him, I know you can't ignore the rims
I'm going in until I'm pourin' in more than M's
I'm courting in swimsuit models that don't know who I am
In foreign twins, I tell 'em that I star in films
My warrant clear as day like Doris is
When I ain't trippin', my lawyers is
So what the charges is? Put it on my tap, baller shit
I'm from the cell to the mall with this
Now tell them motherf*ckers sign
I'm post bail ballin', post bail ballin'
Go tell the warden I'm, I'm post bail ballin'
Post bail ballin', go tell the warden I'm
Soon as I get home I'm going to get that brand new Bentley
I'ma honk the horn, riding past the penitentiary
And I'ma drive slow, riding past the elementary
Then give it to my woes, tell 'em, don't even mention it
One time for the hustlers and the young moms
My presidential is crunch time, looking in my son's eyes
Only time I see a upside
I tell him he gon' be a tough guy and never be a punchline
Tell him never wait in one line, tell him not even a lunch line
Pray more than some times
When the cops come you tongue-tied
Take dirt, make a mud pie
Lookin' out the window, in the coupe with a bimbo
Talking 'bout who she resemble
Bitch you in a Enzo, stop being so simple
Now f*ck me like we in a limbo
I ain't got time to kill, I got voids to fill
I got ocean views, I got water bills
I got cards to deal, i got hearts to steal
I got larger wheels on my automobile
I lost appeal, the bullshit cost me a mil
It brought me to tears, I came home and brought me a crib
I walked through that bitch, strapped when it's dark in that bitch
And through hell and high water, I just walk through that bridge
I got a full cup of lean that I saw in the fridge
I started to swig, but ended up drinking all of that shit
Cause I deserve it, I be working hard for all of this shit
I step into a Rolls Royce when I walk out then pen
My nigga I'm, I'm post bail ballin, post bail ballin'
Go tell the warden I'm, I'm post bail ballin'
Post bail ballin', go tell the warden I'm, I'm post bail ballin'
Farewell warden, I'm post bail ballin'
Go tell the warden I'm, post bail ballin'
Inmate Carter, post bail ballin'
Soon as I get home I'm going to get that brand new Bentley
I'ma honk the horn, riding past the penitentiary
And I'ma drive slow, riding past the elementary
Then give it to my woes, tell 'em, don't even mention it
Soon as I get home I'm going to get that brand new Bentley
Writer: Dwayne Michael Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Pull Up
That's how I raised em' lord, them niggas crazy
[Lil Wayne:]
D-boy D-boy D-boy
My pockets look Keloid
My dead presidents reborn
When I'm naked I got three arms
Got a big house with a green lawn
Got a cigar full of neon
Like my ho cold and my tea warm
Close this casket he look deformed
I got bitches on my dick
[Euro:]
I got J's at my door
I got shooters on my team
I got feds down my throat
Counting money dirty and clean
Smokin nothing but Irene
Got a bitch with good hygiene
I'm sick with it no vaccine
[Lil Wayne:]
I got coke under my nails
I got niggas takin them L's
Nigga, we don't need no scale
I'm sick with it no get well
Trigga man, trigga man, trigga man please don't shoot
Bout it, bout it, bout it like T-R-U
Young nigga ridin in a V-1-2
Chop bricks like karate, judo, kung fu
Like jiu-jitsu split a brick in two
[Euro:]
You do you I'ma do what it do
Niggas dropping dimes in a 2-6-2
Bout it, bout it, bout it like hoody hoo
Started from the bottom, and I grew into
Everything I'm driving is new improved
When she f*cking with me it's a new experience
F*cking with you it's a new excuse
[Lil Wayne:]
Nigga who is you
I looked in the mirror said, "Ooh it's you"
All my goons be too enthused
So don't open your mouth like you're chewing glue
Light blue Michael Jordan's
My shoe get checks like swoosh
Hear you niggas talking about what you going do
Or might do, I invite you
I entice you, but I advise you
Not to god bless you like achoo
Police find you in the bayou with your friends by you
With your shit knocked loose
Nigga that's what you'll get like Ken and Ryu
I been piru I'm in my mood
So you know what you can do
[Lil Wayne:]
F*ck nigga pull up, I'll be waiting, yeah
F*ck nigga good luck, yeah, I'll be waiting, yeah
F*ck nigga pull up
[Lil Wayne:]
F*ck nigga pull up, f*ck nigga pull up
I'll be waiting with my muhf*ckin foot up
I ain't even stood up, f*ck nigga good luck
F*ck nigga put up or muhf*ckin shush up
F*ck nigga pull up, my young niggas stood up
Like f*ck nigga what up, f*ck nigga shook up
I been out here since P had the hook up
So if you wanna meat, nigga I'm a butcher
If you want beef, nigga I'm a butcher
My niggas wanna eat, nigga I'm a cook ya
If you with your bitch and your bitch want me
Nigga I'ma pull up like a trigger and she's the bullet
We the illest, we the coolest
We the illest, we the coolest
The sickest and the smoothest, the gifted and the goofiest
Read a scripture out your movie, get a picture I'ma zoomin
I'ma hit em, I'ma lose em, I'ma kill em, I'ma bruise em
I'm a sinner, I'm a suitor, not to mention I'm a mover
I come at you when I'm moving, the bitch I'm with bad
I'ma pinch her in her booty and bitch it's Lil Tunechi
Aw yeah aw yeah f*ckin right
[Euro & Lil Wayne:]
Always had my gun in fights
Always had the upper hand
You the always call your brother type
Hard head all my f*ckin life
Whole world in my f*ckin hand
Damn my girl just pulled up
Will pull out to my bubble plan
But f*ck it man like what you sayin
Look, I'm not sayin but I'm just saying
[Lil Wayne:]
F*ck nigga pull up, I'll be waiting
Lord knows I'll be waiting for you
Me and my young niggas
That's how I raised em
[Lil Wayne:]
F*ck nigga pull up
My young niggas stood up
Like f*ck nigga what up
Blookah, blookah, blookah
I say, f*ck nigga pull up
I'll be waiting with my foot up
F*ck nigga good luck
Blrrt, blrrt, blrrt
[Lil Wayne & Euro:]
I say f*ck nigga pull up
F*ck around and never pull off
They see the guns we pull out
Say never mind and pull off
They see the guns we pull out
Say never mind and keep going
I put the gun in his mouth
I say be quiet and breath soft
Shifty eyes I see four
Flip them pies like DDOS
These bitches tired they sleepwalk
Brilliant mind I'm street smart
And deep thought, and we are
What she want, and she want
And he don't, but keep on and we gone see
F*ck nigga pull up [x2]
I'll be waiting
While you waiting nigga
F*ck nigga pull up [x3]
I'll be waiting for you
Me and my young niggas
That's how I raised em lord
Them lil niggas crazy
They just waiting for me to tell them to go crazy boy
What am I waiting for
[Lil Wayne:]
D-boy D-boy D-boy
My pockets look Keloid
My dead presidents reborn
When I'm naked I got three arms
Got a big house with a green lawn
Got a cigar full of neon
Like my ho cold and my tea warm
Close this casket he look deformed
I got bitches on my dick
[Euro:]
I got J's at my door
I got shooters on my team
I got feds down my throat
Counting money dirty and clean
Smokin nothing but Irene
Got a bitch with good hygiene
I'm sick with it no vaccine
[Lil Wayne:]
I got coke under my nails
I got niggas takin them L's
Nigga, we don't need no scale
I'm sick with it no get well
Trigga man, trigga man, trigga man please don't shoot
Bout it, bout it, bout it like T-R-U
Young nigga ridin in a V-1-2
Chop bricks like karate, judo, kung fu
Like jiu-jitsu split a brick in two
[Euro:]
You do you I'ma do what it do
Niggas dropping dimes in a 2-6-2
Bout it, bout it, bout it like hoody hoo
Started from the bottom, and I grew into
Everything I'm driving is new improved
When she f*cking with me it's a new experience
F*cking with you it's a new excuse
[Lil Wayne:]
Nigga who is you
I looked in the mirror said, "Ooh it's you"
All my goons be too enthused
So don't open your mouth like you're chewing glue
Light blue Michael Jordan's
My shoe get checks like swoosh
Hear you niggas talking about what you going do
Or might do, I invite you
I entice you, but I advise you
Not to god bless you like achoo
Police find you in the bayou with your friends by you
With your shit knocked loose
Nigga that's what you'll get like Ken and Ryu
I been piru I'm in my mood
So you know what you can do
[Lil Wayne:]
F*ck nigga pull up, I'll be waiting, yeah
F*ck nigga good luck, yeah, I'll be waiting, yeah
F*ck nigga pull up
[Lil Wayne:]
F*ck nigga pull up, f*ck nigga pull up
I'll be waiting with my muhf*ckin foot up
I ain't even stood up, f*ck nigga good luck
F*ck nigga put up or muhf*ckin shush up
F*ck nigga pull up, my young niggas stood up
Like f*ck nigga what up, f*ck nigga shook up
I been out here since P had the hook up
So if you wanna meat, nigga I'm a butcher
If you want beef, nigga I'm a butcher
My niggas wanna eat, nigga I'm a cook ya
If you with your bitch and your bitch want me
Nigga I'ma pull up like a trigger and she's the bullet
We the illest, we the coolest
We the illest, we the coolest
The sickest and the smoothest, the gifted and the goofiest
Read a scripture out your movie, get a picture I'ma zoomin
I'ma hit em, I'ma lose em, I'ma kill em, I'ma bruise em
I'm a sinner, I'm a suitor, not to mention I'm a mover
I come at you when I'm moving, the bitch I'm with bad
I'ma pinch her in her booty and bitch it's Lil Tunechi
Aw yeah aw yeah f*ckin right
[Euro & Lil Wayne:]
Always had my gun in fights
Always had the upper hand
You the always call your brother type
Hard head all my f*ckin life
Whole world in my f*ckin hand
Damn my girl just pulled up
Will pull out to my bubble plan
But f*ck it man like what you sayin
Look, I'm not sayin but I'm just saying
[Lil Wayne:]
F*ck nigga pull up, I'll be waiting
Lord knows I'll be waiting for you
Me and my young niggas
That's how I raised em
[Lil Wayne:]
F*ck nigga pull up
My young niggas stood up
Like f*ck nigga what up
Blookah, blookah, blookah
I say, f*ck nigga pull up
I'll be waiting with my foot up
F*ck nigga good luck
Blrrt, blrrt, blrrt
[Lil Wayne & Euro:]
I say f*ck nigga pull up
F*ck around and never pull off
They see the guns we pull out
Say never mind and pull off
They see the guns we pull out
Say never mind and keep going
I put the gun in his mouth
I say be quiet and breath soft
Shifty eyes I see four
Flip them pies like DDOS
These bitches tired they sleepwalk
Brilliant mind I'm street smart
And deep thought, and we are
What she want, and she want
And he don't, but keep on and we gone see
F*ck nigga pull up [x2]
I'll be waiting
While you waiting nigga
F*ck nigga pull up [x3]
I'll be waiting for you
Me and my young niggas
That's how I raised em lord
Them lil niggas crazy
They just waiting for me to tell them to go crazy boy
What am I waiting for
Writer: Dwayne Michael Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © TUNECORE INC
Copyright: Lyrics © TUNECORE INC
Living Right
Nigga that's me in that nice ass house
Butt-naked bitch with a nice ass
Walking around saying "you got a nice ass house"
My phone keep ringing though, my bad
I think my girl got me on Spycam, now
My homies call cocaine white trash
Charge you double just to take my trash out
I can not f*ck with you bitch, cause you gon' get a nigga busted
Worrying 'bout the wrong things while I'm hustling
Put the dick up in your mouth while it's running bitch don't ask no questions
Soon as I heard they said "young nigga killed it"
'Cause I go too hard I eat beats, mmm scrumptious delicious
You chewing your kidneys, I hope you see blood when you pissing
And we run up in your house on Christmas, and don't ask no questions
Just shoot whoever's present, why they open their presents up
Please Lord forgive me, I just talked to my reverend
Asked him if I'm the devil he said "that's these bitches"
See I'm from New Orleans, that bitch is infested
Shoot outs like the Westerns, kill you and your bestie
Pay niggas to do it correctly, two ninas they lesbians
I gotta shoot you with both or else one would get jealous
I make money not exceptions, take pills like breath mints
She just get dick and refreshments, free all my dogs in corrections
We all we got don't need extras, we don't expect shit
We don't get mad over pussy, I'm probably lying in some pussy
While fools out here dying over pussy, and that's what I don't understand
'Cause a young nigga living right
Young nigga living right
(Nigga) Yeah a young nigga living right
A young nigga living right
Don't get me wrong, I had to get it right
But now a young nigga living right
Bitches see me and start getting right
Because they know a nigga living right
(You see)
Standing on the top I got a
Lot of observations
Young nigga lot of options
You, you
Running through a check
Buying all the champagne, been blowing up the net
And setting all the trends, showing niggas what's next
I was drinking coffee, smoking weed on the jet
Probably with your wifey, getting her back for pillow talk, but we ain't talking
Getting top, I'm laying on top, swear to God I had a chopper
Now the gun biz are the friends hopping out of helicopters
I be rolling out the doctor's wishes
Counting up the money, kicking out the bitches
'Cause they all up on you but be gone when it get real
Bitches ain't shit but a brick through your windshield
Shows in the evening, business meetings in the morning (Hooo)
Goons on deck, don't make a nigga sic 'em on ya (Go, go, go)
Niggas talking shit gon' make a nigga get pneumonia
Wrist so cold, think it's sick and got Ebola
Crib so big got a bitch in every corner
Joint smoke good 'cause I showed her how to roll it
In the mornings I got meetings with my lawyer
Arguments I'll never be a part of
Love pussy and some good conversation
And that money, we don't ever see a shortage
Nigga run up on me, he gonna be a goner
Bruce Wayne whip, I got a new favorite bitch
I got a joint I just rolled, I got a Liu Kang kick
I gotta do it big, it's just how I do things (Uh)
'Cause a young nigga living right
A young nigga living right
(Nigga) A young nigga living right
A young nigga living right
Don't get me wrong, I had to get it right
But now a young nigga living right
Bitches see me and start getting right
Because they know a nigga living right (You see)
My homie got the pistol and he might spazz out
Light span, mothaf*ckin' light span
That shit all depend on how tonight pan out
Oh, I said these hoes ain't right man
I left my shady bitch, I got a nice tan now
Red bandana in my right pocket
So if I pull the trigger I can wipe that down
I just put my gun up in her Coach bag
I won't hesitate to pull it right back out
Life Coach, I don't need no life coach
To coach me through my motherf*ckin' ups and downs
Tell a bitch don't ask no questions, my money so old
I tell my new money, respect your elders
I'm starting to get jealous of my own reflection
The young nigga sexy, a young nigga healthy
A young nigga flexing, I'm counting my blessings
Achoo, God bless me, thank you, you're welcome
I talk to my reverend, asked him if there's a Heaven
A Heaven for a G, because me and my gangstas
Done it all but never tell, he say "we already in Hell"
I said "ain't that a bitch" 'cause I work too hard
But still thankful as if this shit came as a gift
I just pray for my niggas that's out there still slangin' that shit
Keep my distance, I can't take that risk, I hope they understand
'Cause a young nigga living right
A young nigga living right
(Nigga) Yeah a young nigga living right
A young nigga living right
Don't get me wrong, I had to get it right
But now a young nigga living right
Bitches see me and start getting right
Because they know a nigga living right
(You see)
Butt-naked bitch with a nice ass
Walking around saying "you got a nice ass house"
My phone keep ringing though, my bad
I think my girl got me on Spycam, now
My homies call cocaine white trash
Charge you double just to take my trash out
I can not f*ck with you bitch, cause you gon' get a nigga busted
Worrying 'bout the wrong things while I'm hustling
Put the dick up in your mouth while it's running bitch don't ask no questions
Soon as I heard they said "young nigga killed it"
'Cause I go too hard I eat beats, mmm scrumptious delicious
You chewing your kidneys, I hope you see blood when you pissing
And we run up in your house on Christmas, and don't ask no questions
Just shoot whoever's present, why they open their presents up
Please Lord forgive me, I just talked to my reverend
Asked him if I'm the devil he said "that's these bitches"
See I'm from New Orleans, that bitch is infested
Shoot outs like the Westerns, kill you and your bestie
Pay niggas to do it correctly, two ninas they lesbians
I gotta shoot you with both or else one would get jealous
I make money not exceptions, take pills like breath mints
She just get dick and refreshments, free all my dogs in corrections
We all we got don't need extras, we don't expect shit
We don't get mad over pussy, I'm probably lying in some pussy
While fools out here dying over pussy, and that's what I don't understand
'Cause a young nigga living right
Young nigga living right
(Nigga) Yeah a young nigga living right
A young nigga living right
Don't get me wrong, I had to get it right
But now a young nigga living right
Bitches see me and start getting right
Because they know a nigga living right
(You see)
Standing on the top I got a
Lot of observations
Young nigga lot of options
You, you
Running through a check
Buying all the champagne, been blowing up the net
And setting all the trends, showing niggas what's next
I was drinking coffee, smoking weed on the jet
Probably with your wifey, getting her back for pillow talk, but we ain't talking
Getting top, I'm laying on top, swear to God I had a chopper
Now the gun biz are the friends hopping out of helicopters
I be rolling out the doctor's wishes
Counting up the money, kicking out the bitches
'Cause they all up on you but be gone when it get real
Bitches ain't shit but a brick through your windshield
Shows in the evening, business meetings in the morning (Hooo)
Goons on deck, don't make a nigga sic 'em on ya (Go, go, go)
Niggas talking shit gon' make a nigga get pneumonia
Wrist so cold, think it's sick and got Ebola
Crib so big got a bitch in every corner
Joint smoke good 'cause I showed her how to roll it
In the mornings I got meetings with my lawyer
Arguments I'll never be a part of
Love pussy and some good conversation
And that money, we don't ever see a shortage
Nigga run up on me, he gonna be a goner
Bruce Wayne whip, I got a new favorite bitch
I got a joint I just rolled, I got a Liu Kang kick
I gotta do it big, it's just how I do things (Uh)
'Cause a young nigga living right
A young nigga living right
(Nigga) A young nigga living right
A young nigga living right
Don't get me wrong, I had to get it right
But now a young nigga living right
Bitches see me and start getting right
Because they know a nigga living right (You see)
My homie got the pistol and he might spazz out
Light span, mothaf*ckin' light span
That shit all depend on how tonight pan out
Oh, I said these hoes ain't right man
I left my shady bitch, I got a nice tan now
Red bandana in my right pocket
So if I pull the trigger I can wipe that down
I just put my gun up in her Coach bag
I won't hesitate to pull it right back out
Life Coach, I don't need no life coach
To coach me through my motherf*ckin' ups and downs
Tell a bitch don't ask no questions, my money so old
I tell my new money, respect your elders
I'm starting to get jealous of my own reflection
The young nigga sexy, a young nigga healthy
A young nigga flexing, I'm counting my blessings
Achoo, God bless me, thank you, you're welcome
I talk to my reverend, asked him if there's a Heaven
A Heaven for a G, because me and my gangstas
Done it all but never tell, he say "we already in Hell"
I said "ain't that a bitch" 'cause I work too hard
But still thankful as if this shit came as a gift
I just pray for my niggas that's out there still slangin' that shit
Keep my distance, I can't take that risk, I hope they understand
'Cause a young nigga living right
A young nigga living right
(Nigga) Yeah a young nigga living right
A young nigga living right
Don't get me wrong, I had to get it right
But now a young nigga living right
Bitches see me and start getting right
Because they know a nigga living right
(You see)
Writer: Marco Antonio Jr. Rodriguez Diaz, Dwayne Carter, Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Terry Bourgeois Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
White Girl
Please have my money on time, please have my money on time
Cuz my niggas is runnin' salons, just to shoot up baby moms
Trap house jump out the gym, trap house jump like LeBron
It's 22-5 for the B, and 11-5 for the Solange
Call a 16 Montana, 8 a Steve Young, and 4 a Brett Favre
My plug name is Hector but back in his country they call him Hectòr
She strip everyday but Sunday cuz she still make time for the lord
Got a red dot on top your head, like I got your ass on record
Don't be so cruel, Tune don't be so rude
Nah, f*ck that, f*ck these lil niggas, f*ck these lil dudes
By the gavel or the gun nigga
I be creepin' like the shadow and the sun nigga
Be more careful how you pick and choose your words boy
Cuz I'll have you playin' scrabble with your tongue nigga
I'm Mick Jagger as a young nigga
Pourin' pink panther in a punch nigga
Think faster than these dumb niggas
We serial killers, you can get your captain crunch nigga
Hey, its Lil Wayne nigga
I been this shit since Lil Zane nigga
Tell the cops I ain't no name giver
Icicles on my finger from cocaine blizzards
Hey, its Lil Wayne nigga
I'm in the buildin' bout to hang pictures
I'm a ruler its a game of interest tryna make a mil and make a meal in the same kitchen
Please have my money on time, please have my money on time
Cuz all my niggas ex cons, and we'll go right back like the spine
Please have my money on time, please have my money on time
It's 22-5 for the B, and 11-5 for the Solange
Please back it up one more time, girl
You act shady and I'll put this dick where the sun don't shine
Girl, girl, I got that white, girl
Girl, girl, I got that white, girl
I got that white, that blonde haired blue eyes
I'm sellin', I'm sellin', hurry up and buy
Hurry up and buy
[Jeezy:]
Cocaine Mulsanne
Blow em back, do it 'fore I switch lanes
Four clips, two things
Pardon me I'm bout to switch chains
Bag full of rocks, I'mma rockstar
By my first block I'mma blockstar
I loaned everything on the road nigga
Only thing I ain't drove is a cop car
Mr. All Black is back
And you know the floor hard, nigga cook crack
You mean the floor hard like cooked crack?
Damn right cuz I used to cook crack
Aye, 46 for the 28, 14 for the 18
See them hitters in that black van
Gold chains and a chopper like the A-Team
Nowadays everybody got a plug nigga
You know hoes say Julio
Only birds that your flippin' nigga
Is the ones in the studio
Designated driver nigga
Damn right boy them units got a chauffeur
I can't sleep without it nigga
Damn right gotta chopper by the sofa
Look at me whippin', I'm confident and cocky
If this was a category I would be rocky
Say you lookin' for that comeback look no further
Shit comin' back tan, that's that coco butter
Them 10's, them 20's, them 50's, them 100's
Lost a bag on the road I was sick to my stomach
That Britney, that Iggy Azalea I'll tell ya
Intercepted the package so I'll never mail ya, I'm gone
Please have my money on time, please have my money on time
Cuz all my niggas ex cons, and we'll go right back like the spine
Please have my money on time, please have my money on time
It's 22-5 for the B, and 11-5 for the Solange
Please back it up one more time, girl
You act shady and I put this dick where the sun don't shine
Girl, girl, I got that white, girl
Girl, girl, I got that white, girl
I got that white, that blonde haired blue eyes
I'm sellin', I'm sellin', hurry up and buy
Hurry up and buy
Cuz my niggas is runnin' salons, just to shoot up baby moms
Trap house jump out the gym, trap house jump like LeBron
It's 22-5 for the B, and 11-5 for the Solange
Call a 16 Montana, 8 a Steve Young, and 4 a Brett Favre
My plug name is Hector but back in his country they call him Hectòr
She strip everyday but Sunday cuz she still make time for the lord
Got a red dot on top your head, like I got your ass on record
Don't be so cruel, Tune don't be so rude
Nah, f*ck that, f*ck these lil niggas, f*ck these lil dudes
By the gavel or the gun nigga
I be creepin' like the shadow and the sun nigga
Be more careful how you pick and choose your words boy
Cuz I'll have you playin' scrabble with your tongue nigga
I'm Mick Jagger as a young nigga
Pourin' pink panther in a punch nigga
Think faster than these dumb niggas
We serial killers, you can get your captain crunch nigga
Hey, its Lil Wayne nigga
I been this shit since Lil Zane nigga
Tell the cops I ain't no name giver
Icicles on my finger from cocaine blizzards
Hey, its Lil Wayne nigga
I'm in the buildin' bout to hang pictures
I'm a ruler its a game of interest tryna make a mil and make a meal in the same kitchen
Please have my money on time, please have my money on time
Cuz all my niggas ex cons, and we'll go right back like the spine
Please have my money on time, please have my money on time
It's 22-5 for the B, and 11-5 for the Solange
Please back it up one more time, girl
You act shady and I'll put this dick where the sun don't shine
Girl, girl, I got that white, girl
Girl, girl, I got that white, girl
I got that white, that blonde haired blue eyes
I'm sellin', I'm sellin', hurry up and buy
Hurry up and buy
[Jeezy:]
Cocaine Mulsanne
Blow em back, do it 'fore I switch lanes
Four clips, two things
Pardon me I'm bout to switch chains
Bag full of rocks, I'mma rockstar
By my first block I'mma blockstar
I loaned everything on the road nigga
Only thing I ain't drove is a cop car
Mr. All Black is back
And you know the floor hard, nigga cook crack
You mean the floor hard like cooked crack?
Damn right cuz I used to cook crack
Aye, 46 for the 28, 14 for the 18
See them hitters in that black van
Gold chains and a chopper like the A-Team
Nowadays everybody got a plug nigga
You know hoes say Julio
Only birds that your flippin' nigga
Is the ones in the studio
Designated driver nigga
Damn right boy them units got a chauffeur
I can't sleep without it nigga
Damn right gotta chopper by the sofa
Look at me whippin', I'm confident and cocky
If this was a category I would be rocky
Say you lookin' for that comeback look no further
Shit comin' back tan, that's that coco butter
Them 10's, them 20's, them 50's, them 100's
Lost a bag on the road I was sick to my stomach
That Britney, that Iggy Azalea I'll tell ya
Intercepted the package so I'll never mail ya, I'm gone
Please have my money on time, please have my money on time
Cuz all my niggas ex cons, and we'll go right back like the spine
Please have my money on time, please have my money on time
It's 22-5 for the B, and 11-5 for the Solange
Please back it up one more time, girl
You act shady and I put this dick where the sun don't shine
Girl, girl, I got that white, girl
Girl, girl, I got that white, girl
I got that white, that blonde haired blue eyes
I'm sellin', I'm sellin', hurry up and buy
Hurry up and buy
Writer: DWAYNE CARTER, JAY W. JENKINS, MARCO ANTONIO JR. RODRIGUEZ DIAZ
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Pick Up Your Heart
She on her back screaming she love me
And I'm in her pussy thinking about money
I done forgot what all my old hoes look like
But they see me with my new bitch make them miss the good life
I move to Cali, had to leave the beach alone
And you could call me what you want, just don't call me on speaker phone
And the good die young and the great live forever
Go see your memory bank teller 'cause you done forgot who put this shit together
Wait bitch
I hop in my Phantom and drive to my phone start roaming
Lord I don't want to talk to nobody I want my moment
Please pardon my rest room but Tunechi got the longest shit list
My pockets are pregnant they up early with morning sickness
I swear I been through so much but that's life I get high it don't phase me
They ask how do you sleep at night I reply like a baby, bitch
I been outchea doing me by myself nigga no special features
It's all about the Benjamin no disrespect to Aretha
But I got to get that paper baby, that paper baby, that paper baby, that paper baby
'Cause this game f*ck everybody, this game f*ck everybody
Got to get that paper baby, that paper baby, that paper baby
'Cause these streets f*ck everybody, these streets f*ck everybody
Gotta get my paper baby, my paper baby, my paper baby
'Cause these hoes f*ck anybody, these hoes f*ck anybody
Got to get my paper baby, my paper baby, my paper baby
'Cause these hoes f*ck anybody, these hoes f*ck anybody
And I don't want to do it no more, no
Hold up baby, I don't want to do it no more no
Hold up wait, I don't want to do it no more no
Hold up baby, I don't want to do it no more no
But I got to get my paper baby
Perfect attendance on the block I'm booming
When it's cold, when it's rainy, when it's muggy, when it's hot, when it's humid
I walk into the corner store feeling like a king
World on my back shit feel like a mink
Mad at some motherf*cker dropped my pill down the sink, hold up wait
I got Xanax, I got Percocet
She give me pussy and her income tax
I send my goons to rob the dope man
They bring it back now I'm the dope man
Suitcase, dead body in the suitcase
Molly in the Kool-aid, we put molly in the Kool-aid
I'm still watching boot legs 'cause I can't go to the movies
'Cause I'm bigger than the actors in the movies
Me and your bitch made a movie
I'm on a new wave
I been wilding in these streets mamma but still remember everything you said to me
Don't believe these hoes they be lying through they teeth mamma toothache
Oh lawd, I got to get that paper
'Cause these hoes f*ck anybody, these hoes f*ck anybody
And I don't want to do it no more, no
Hold up baby, I don't want to do it no more, no
Hold up wait, I don't want to do it no more, no
Hold up baby, I don't want to do it no more, no
Wait bitch
I hop in the Bentley and drive until my phone start roaming
Lord I don't want to talk to nobody I want my moment
I use to be fun loving now I'm a gun loving killer
But these niggas made me like this
Now they all afraid of they own invention
I walk with a limp 'cause this AR will not allow me to walk straight
I come to a stage in my life and I just can't let my life move me upstage
Tuxedo on and a cummerbund, finger crossed behind my back
On the corner watching my money come
'Cause I got to get that paper baby, that paper baby, that paper baby, that paper baby
'Cause these streets f*ck everybody, this game f*ck everybody
Got to get my paper baby, my paper baby, my paper baby
'Cause these hoes f*ck anybody, these hoes f*ck everybody
And I don't want to do it no more, no
Hold up bae, I don't want to do it no more no
Hold up wait, I don't want to do it no more no
Hold up baby, I don't want to do it no more
I wear black 'cause I can't find nothing else to wear
I wear dreadlocks 'cause I can't do nothing else with my hair
I kiss you 'cause it just happen
I do what I do 'cause it got to be done
But I guess I oughta take credit for something right
Yesterday I met a woman on the stairs that wasn't there
She wasn't there again today, I really hope she go away
(These hoes f*ck anybody, these hoes f*ck anybody
I don't want to do it no more no)
'Cause you know sometimes that last doesn't happen at first
I'm the pimp and the problem
She said you don't think of me when I know you think too much
(I don't want to do it no more
These hoes f*ck anybody, these hoes f*ck everybody
And I don't want to do it no more)
She said I think you think I think you think of us
(I'mma get this paper baby, I'mma get this paper baby)
She said she wanted sprinkles I said sprinkles are for winners
Free Weezy
Mula!
And I'm in her pussy thinking about money
I done forgot what all my old hoes look like
But they see me with my new bitch make them miss the good life
I move to Cali, had to leave the beach alone
And you could call me what you want, just don't call me on speaker phone
And the good die young and the great live forever
Go see your memory bank teller 'cause you done forgot who put this shit together
Wait bitch
I hop in my Phantom and drive to my phone start roaming
Lord I don't want to talk to nobody I want my moment
Please pardon my rest room but Tunechi got the longest shit list
My pockets are pregnant they up early with morning sickness
I swear I been through so much but that's life I get high it don't phase me
They ask how do you sleep at night I reply like a baby, bitch
I been outchea doing me by myself nigga no special features
It's all about the Benjamin no disrespect to Aretha
But I got to get that paper baby, that paper baby, that paper baby, that paper baby
'Cause this game f*ck everybody, this game f*ck everybody
Got to get that paper baby, that paper baby, that paper baby
'Cause these streets f*ck everybody, these streets f*ck everybody
Gotta get my paper baby, my paper baby, my paper baby
'Cause these hoes f*ck anybody, these hoes f*ck anybody
Got to get my paper baby, my paper baby, my paper baby
'Cause these hoes f*ck anybody, these hoes f*ck anybody
And I don't want to do it no more, no
Hold up baby, I don't want to do it no more no
Hold up wait, I don't want to do it no more no
Hold up baby, I don't want to do it no more no
But I got to get my paper baby
Perfect attendance on the block I'm booming
When it's cold, when it's rainy, when it's muggy, when it's hot, when it's humid
I walk into the corner store feeling like a king
World on my back shit feel like a mink
Mad at some motherf*cker dropped my pill down the sink, hold up wait
I got Xanax, I got Percocet
She give me pussy and her income tax
I send my goons to rob the dope man
They bring it back now I'm the dope man
Suitcase, dead body in the suitcase
Molly in the Kool-aid, we put molly in the Kool-aid
I'm still watching boot legs 'cause I can't go to the movies
'Cause I'm bigger than the actors in the movies
Me and your bitch made a movie
I'm on a new wave
I been wilding in these streets mamma but still remember everything you said to me
Don't believe these hoes they be lying through they teeth mamma toothache
Oh lawd, I got to get that paper
'Cause these hoes f*ck anybody, these hoes f*ck anybody
And I don't want to do it no more, no
Hold up baby, I don't want to do it no more, no
Hold up wait, I don't want to do it no more, no
Hold up baby, I don't want to do it no more, no
Wait bitch
I hop in the Bentley and drive until my phone start roaming
Lord I don't want to talk to nobody I want my moment
I use to be fun loving now I'm a gun loving killer
But these niggas made me like this
Now they all afraid of they own invention
I walk with a limp 'cause this AR will not allow me to walk straight
I come to a stage in my life and I just can't let my life move me upstage
Tuxedo on and a cummerbund, finger crossed behind my back
On the corner watching my money come
'Cause I got to get that paper baby, that paper baby, that paper baby, that paper baby
'Cause these streets f*ck everybody, this game f*ck everybody
Got to get my paper baby, my paper baby, my paper baby
'Cause these hoes f*ck anybody, these hoes f*ck everybody
And I don't want to do it no more, no
Hold up bae, I don't want to do it no more no
Hold up wait, I don't want to do it no more no
Hold up baby, I don't want to do it no more
I wear black 'cause I can't find nothing else to wear
I wear dreadlocks 'cause I can't do nothing else with my hair
I kiss you 'cause it just happen
I do what I do 'cause it got to be done
But I guess I oughta take credit for something right
Yesterday I met a woman on the stairs that wasn't there
She wasn't there again today, I really hope she go away
(These hoes f*ck anybody, these hoes f*ck anybody
I don't want to do it no more no)
'Cause you know sometimes that last doesn't happen at first
I'm the pimp and the problem
She said you don't think of me when I know you think too much
(I don't want to do it no more
These hoes f*ck anybody, these hoes f*ck everybody
And I don't want to do it no more)
She said I think you think I think you think of us
(I'mma get this paper baby, I'mma get this paper baby)
She said she wanted sprinkles I said sprinkles are for winners
Free Weezy
Mula!
Writer: Dwayne Michael Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Free Weezy Album (abbreviated as FWA) is the eleventh studio album by American rapper Lil Wayne. It was released on July 4, 2015, by Young Money Entertainment and Republic Records, exclusively on TIDAL.
It was released on Spotify and Apple Music on July 3, 2020, to commemorate its fifth anniversary, though some samples were changed due to clearance issues, and some tracks are absent completely.
Performed By:
Lil WayneIt was released on Spotify and Apple Music on July 3, 2020, to commemorate its fifth anniversary, though some samples were changed due to clearance issues, and some tracks are absent completely.
Genre(s): Hip hop
Producer(s): Lil Wayne, Infamous, Kane Beatz, TODAY, T@, Jaroth, London on da Track, Streetrunner, Myles William, 12Keyz, Reefa, Avenue Beatz, Nascent, Sakwe, Develop, Onhel, Twice as Nice, Cool & Dre
Length: 64:39
Released: July 4th, 2015
Year: 2015