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[Intro: Lil Wayne] I be like why not? My nigga Khaled in here with me I fucks with my homie TS [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Young boy call me Weezy F Baby Got a whole lot of money, and a bunch of ways to make it I'mma country ass nigga got diamonds in my teeth ho Choppa that im totting make me feel like (Debo?) Rock a nigga boat then speed off on the speedboat Take a nigga ho and skeet all in her speedo's Take a nigga ho and show her how to break a kilo Show the bitch how to turn a bird into a beetle We So F Baby, no cliche Just money, hard dick, no foreplay Standing in the court way, fuck what the court say There's money on the corner baby, welcome to my workplace Sippin' with my drink laced, you know how i get down I promise baby I'mma fall asleep if I sit down Uptown his town, Hollygrove hizzound(hound) Fuck with the little man, you will never get found 211 187 I'm on a mission Mother fuck whoever higher, but I gotta get mine This time I'm going for the big climb Letras de cancionesAnd the boy about to incline, Jigga man I'm nearby When it come to realize(real eyes), the sooner they'll feel mine But I ain't on that, I got money on my mizzind(mind) Little ass niggas, stand tall like I'm 6'9" Cash Money, Young Money, meet you at the finish line (bitch nigga) [Verse 2: Mack Maine] See all these new rappers got me missin' Biggie and Pac And all these fake Jacobs made me get rid of my watch And Hollygrove you can't get rid of my block With all these big-heads, you'd think this was Benjamin's block homie Cinnamon drop hop out spit at your pops Behind mine, I'll do 10 in the box nigga My neck of the woods is Uptown ask for me Young Maine, Young Money, Cash Money, Fast Money Had the fiends hittin' the wall thinkin' that they crash dummies While you little petty hustlers struggling for gas money I'm on a full tank, bitch I'm bout me You'll probably catch me and Weezy Baby on South Beach In back of the Phantom the TVs playing The game about to start, some bitch singing the National Anthem (fuck) Whether it's the streets or the CDs, y'all gon' R-E-S-P-E-C-T me [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] If you lookin' for me I be with your bitch nigga Ho I done fucked and she done sucked my dick (yea) If it ain't 'bout dollars (yea), then I can't holler (yea) And everybody know the Birdman the king And he love his son Wayne so he give me everything And that's the logics nigga watch it Keep my name up outta that nigga gossip Money gon' drain like a brand new faucet Aren't you conscious, alert for the coppers They give us the work then throw us in jail Don't smile for the cameras gotta know when to sail I'm blowin' an L, low in the 12 I ain't trippin' on life, I'm a go when I shall I'm a gangsta baby I'm a gangsta Weezy Baby please say the baby From Letras Mania