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