(feat. Lil Wayne And The Clipse) [Lil Wayne:] Money to be made best believe a nigga glockin' I run it myself like a quarterback option I pitch her ten G's tell a bitch to go shoppin' She buy herself some clothes and she brought me back a chopper See niggas tryna kick it but no I don't play soccer I'm all about my cake I'm tryna marry Betty Crocker A package on the way you know my whip game proper And off of one key I see seventy thousand dollars Now I was shootin' dice smokin' on a joint I bet with Yo Gotti he hit five straight points We over here hustlin' we over here grindin' You rap about money and a nigga might sign you Rap about me and a nigga might find you Banana in your ass with your head right behind you Dope game bitch let his mama worry about him You could holla at me or Feat [The Game:] As if he fuckin' come at us with real murder shit John Mohammed Lee Malvo when me and the kid split Surgical when I'm in a convertible state of mind Lock me in the pen watch the murder rate decline I'll do mine like Shyne soon as I hit the bricks You better have fake on that Bad Boy shit I got niggas that'll kidnap kids to get dough And dress up like SpongeBob in a six-four It's fucked up what they did so I'm on one knee God bless the brother of rich fo' Ain't no love lost I'm still Don sippin' Readin' the LA Times and Louis Vuitton slippin' Sittin' behind bars for the simple fact that the Hip Hop police is drivin' behind Scar's Air Force One's in the Bentley GT It's the reason I'm still rap's MVP [Malice:] Ugh.. so much glamour that I can't stand the Bright from the ice the chain xenon lamp ya Impression in your mind like a freeze-frame camera The white tee tight like you seen on Pampers What's under the couch probably free off santa Whatever it cost baby we got answers Line outside full of jojo dancers We Got It 4 Cheap that's the re-up anthem By far the coldest '06 Lotus Zero to sixty hokus-pokus The feds don't know so they stick they noses While we off the coast proposin' toast-es Hoes and mo' shit the family close-knit And deep like the who too you cockroaches Just like the flow the fo's ferocious I'll tuck you in homie buenas noches
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