[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] I got a whole lot of money, pop that pussy for me My homie got that yopper, hell bang it at a copper Gangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta party! Stove on my waist, cook your ass up gourmet All-black 44, do you want foreplay? Im going at your face like Oil of Olay No champagne, but you know my flag Rose Swagger on steroids: Canseco, Jose No Limit Records: We so bout it bout it Im higher than a bitch, feel like a climbed a fucking mountain Illest nigga you know, my accountants still counting Shot hit him a minute ago but his bodys still bouncing Beam on the hammer, beam on your forehead Gotta kill the witnesses cause Birdman car red Hollygrove Monster, Eagle Street preacher Come to your funeral, kill everybody but the preacher I live in Miami nigga, Ill South Beach ya Robin Leach, uh, thats how we ballin You know that Im loaded but please dont think its sweeter Beat one of you bitch niggas up like John Cena Them hoes on Young Money, tell them hoes we coming Before we get it popping, we aint saving hoes, we swapping Yeah, gangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta party! Big head Desert Eagle, call it shotty Howd you get that money? Stunna taught me that That Zan took me under, patron brought me back Im leaning on you muthafuckers like I caught a flat And that Glock snap back like a old Starter hat What the lick read? Im in the big league Im a breath of fresh air Let the bitch breathe! Im trying to chillax but I had to do it, dev Im at the funeral like I had to do it, rev! Mack you my big brother, I split a wig for you Put that on repeat until they bury me Moment of clarity: yeah, thats my diamond game I keep a fine bitch cause I like the finer things Fuck with me slime, no brain on the whip Ive got nothing in mind Call the 4, they aint fucking with mine I drop that Sorry 4 the Wait to make up for the time
[Verse 2: Lil B] Yeah I do my thang, bitch whats up? Young Based God, came in with the ballers Iced out chain, bitch, Im rich off that same shit See 5 hoes on my dick, bitch, its Christmas Straight Westside, Bay Area bitch, Ill graze em Pretty boy shit, Based God from the Angeles On like a cradle and you niggas cant stop me Shouts out to Mack Maine getting rich incoggy Bitch its still West side, shouts out to Weezy Young Based God with that 55 heater 187 bitch, I put it to 11 bitch With that tiny shirt mane and the tiny pants mane Im on Based World and I fuck with, Cash Money my nigga Dont understand man the game like a chain Woo woo! Swag, bitch, Brang-dang-dang-dang Off the top, Im a Wolfpack hitter Man, my life just a painting and I paint you a picture, mane Think about it: a young paid-ass nigga This that stuntin music; bitch, I just dos it Its Lil B and Ill muthafuckin prove it
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[Verse 2: Lil B] Yeah I do my thang, bitch whats up? Young Based God, came in with the ballers Iced out chain, bitch, Im rich off that same shit See 5 hoes on my dick, bitch, its Christmas Straight Westside, Bay Area bitch, Ill graze em Pretty boy shit, Based God from the Angeles On like a cradle and you niggas cant stop me Shouts out to Mack Maine getting rich incoggy Bitch its still West side, shouts out to Weezy Young Based God with that 55 heater 187 bitch, I put it to 11 bitch With that tiny shirt mane and the tiny pants mane Im on Based World and I fuck with, Cash Money my nigga Dont understand man the game like a chain Woo woo! Swag, bitch, Brang-dang-dang-dang Off the top, Im a Wolfpack hitter Man, my life just a painting and I paint you a picture, mane Think about it: a young paid-ass nigga This that stuntin music; bitch, I just dos it Its Lil B and Ill muthafuckin prove it
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