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Birdman
You already know what it do nigg*
You know the size of it too huh?
Cash money
Young money
I dont know what they be thinkin shorty
But fk 'em, you know they be talking about my homies
Yeah, If we dont know nothin, we know we gotta grind for the shine daddy
Believe that
One million, two million, three million, four million
You smell it?
If you cant b*tch, go get your nose straightened out nigg*
Lil Wayne
You looking at a soldier
b*tch I'm the sure thing
Born and raised in the middle of a poor ring
I turned a bad thing into a good thing
Listenin to malcom feelin like i've been hoodwinked
I could think about tomorrow and its promises
But I'ma just load my gat on some survival s**t
And when i hear they got a drought on it
I take a month out of rap and I hustle til I'm out of it
Yeah, you can smell the work in the car seats
Smell you in the trunk if you at all speak
s**t, I got diamonds on my neck b*tch and all my teeth
52 carrots, bugs bunny, all drug money
I got an x-connect on the west coast
I buy 'em for five and sell 'em for twenty mo' Fo' sho
I'm nice with the flo
But a chosen few know
That I'm a hustla on the low
Refrain
Look into the eyes of a hustla baby
Yeah, money I'ma get it
and the second I get it
Its money ova girls
Yeah, you know its money ova girls
Know go get my money
Look into the eyes of a hustla baby
Yeah, money I'ma get it
and the second I get it
Its money ova girls
Yeah, you know its money ova girls
Know go get my money
Lil Wayne
Take it out the wrapper
Sit it on the stove
Break a gram off and put it in my b*tch's nose
She tells me how it feels
She's numb, She's froze
b*tch! wake up and help me cook these hoes
I gotta get my cake up cuz all I eat is dough
I'm a dangerous mothafka watch your feets, your toes
I bang this mothafka you cant keep the clothes
Thats your mouth we're talkin bout
Stop jumpin out your face
Before I have a hundred bugs shots jumpin out ya face
One shot will knock your girlfriends scrungie out of place
Tony Dungie I dont play I coach
Hoe, I spray raid on the c*ckroach, die slow
I know my flow is hotter than 50
Summertime in Hollygrove
Thats the stove
As he drove that black bentley coupe through the city
All the girls try to get me and I let 'em
Refrain
Lil Wayne
Yeah, I got twenty on my wrists
thats a rainy day schedule
Rain drop diamonds nigg*
Thats a rainy day bezzle
Yellow diamond earings
Sunny day special
Its vicious my
Its eyeview I'd straight catch you
The girls on the sidelines
Looking for the rescue
But I just give 'em guidelines
Hard d*cks and pistols
5 hard, 5 soft, wrapped up in tissue
Say b*tch you better get back before I start to miss you
Its the carter baby pardon all my issues
I gotta get it I'm a hustla to my tennis shoe
Tell them boys come on in the swimming pool
Send a fool
Then I eat 'em up like dinner food
And I'm floatin with keys in the inner tube
They prolly see my driving with pounds in the 22's
All 51 rounds in the 47
Dope boy, dope boy
Thats what they all yellin
Refrain
Lil Wayne
Shut the fk up, I dont need ya'll .......... timmy p
