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(feat. Lil Wayne & Birdman) [Glasses Malone:] Yea Yea [Lil Wayne:] Yessir [Glasses Malone:] Bad ass blue division, baby [Lil Wayne:] Suwu [Glasses Malone:] So crazy around here right now nigga [Lil Wayne:] Eastside [Glasses Malone:] It's like Kobe and Shaq [Lil Wayne:] Ya digg [Glasses Malone:] G and Weezy bitch Who banging the squad Cash Money the team Young Money All-Stars muthafuckas [Lil Wayne:] Young Muullaa Babbyy [Glasses Malone:] Pay attention nigga (yea) [Chorus:] I'm in the club goin' dumb something clean out front like uhhh You kno them haterz gonna like that Lookin so damn fly sending corks through the sky like ahhh You kno them haterz gonna like that Spend a hundred on my timepiece so if u ain't a dimepiece wowww You kno them haterz gonna like that Shit that jus how it goes when a nigga gettin dope like ohhh You kno them haterz gonna like that Letras de canciones[Hook:] I hear you talkin hater but you ain't sayin nothin I hear you talkin hater but you ain't sayin nothin I hear you talkin hater but you ain't sayin nothin Man I let them keep talkin as long as muthafuckin walkin [Verse 1:] I'm a grown ass man you want to see I.d. Filthy rich on the floor fuck v.I.p. Got my hand on my drink other hand on my waist Two-steppin to the beat I chuck my set in niggas face, like ohh This beat got me bouncin like a check In my Crown Holder jeans cost a stack on my specs I'm lookin like money if I see it than I'm stackin it Your wife in my scope and my shot is so accurate You niggas like activist appealin to the sikey Man Malone will get it kirkin I Just Do It like Nike Seein really with the fightin And I'm really with the business I'm married to the game man God as my Witness [Chorus:] [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Weezy F naturally born baby Prp's, SB's, matchin shirt, maybe White-T v neck glasses are Versace Married to the Mob but I'm a bachelor baby Love is in the air I put on a gas mask I rather be head first than an ass last I'm a gorilla call me Sasquach And I keep my army with me like M.A.S.H. Light up the purp pass it like Steve Nash Bitch I'm so hot I'll give yo ass a heat rash Young Money boy I'm on 03' cash Such a CEO like my homie D-Dash Yea... we mash like Pac and the Outlaws And we stand-up and try not to down-fall I'm tryin to reach my goal like a round-ball Freddy Adu anything for the crown ya'll Or David Beckham only pay'em or respect'em Pop one, pop two, bitch I'm on a triple decker Icicle on my necklace on my cashmere sweater Keep a shotgun I'm a Hunter like Heather Yessir shut up and listen to the professor Or it could get ugly like Esther Whether in the South or that West Coast weather I'm poppin, Malone and Stockton [Chorus] [Hook 2:] If you got a fly ride put your keys in the sky scream aaaa You kno them haterz gonna like that If you feelin like a star spend a thousand at the bar scream ooo You kno them haterz gonna like that If it's hundreds in your pursue ass hikin up your shirt scream aaa You kno them haterz gonna like that If your girl is a duck and your hair is whipped up Scream ooo You kno them haterz gonna like that [Verse 3: Birdman] Dropped a hundred on the watch couple hundred on the chain Whip our front cost half of whole thang Drop [? ] with the automatic doors Fifty on my pinky twenty five on my hoes Stunner man been ballin since the 80's Bought fifty whips bought one for my lady Bet your bottom dollar jewels ain't flaws Cash Money ball to you fall [Chorus] [Birdman:] CMB nigga... From Letras Mania