[Intro: Lil Wayne] Yeah, I'm a let you know somethin' 'bout me I'm a 7 boy, know what I'm talkin 'bout? Yeah! I'm on a pint of that oil, that sticky icky To go with it, some of that 'tuss, yeah What you know 'bout it? Nothin' Let me get at 'em [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Hey, five key's in the freezer while you sittin' on 'em I use to hide 'em in the cupboard had the kitchen funky I'm a superstar hustler all the bitches want me But I'm just tryin' to get my money, keep the piglets off me I'm in the coupe with ten g's in the school bag That's food cash, I got work on campus, news flash, yes Weezy fuckin' baby, with his fruit ass, bitch [Verse 2] In a thermal over the flamer, I had the gun cocked And I know you see it like Yung Joc I'm just sippin' on that Remy Blood And I need some ice to light my hands up like MJ gloves While you cuffin' that girl ass, you know she sharin' that Cause I made the Coupe roof, do a disapearin' act Now cricks wanna snitch, I ain't tryin' to do a corny bid I wanna shine, so I grind like Horny kids Wait, I told you get the cake or I roast ya Gats drawn, mask on, like its late October Now bitches wanna please me, cause I did a song with Weezy Actin' all sceezy, oh ma, take it easy Right after I bust on your chin, you gotta leave me I told you that I wasn't your friend, you should believe me Im a P to the I to the M to the P-O If I get books, still get my kush from the C-O [Hook: Lil Wayne] Cause this is murda, murda music So run, run and get your gun and use it Man, and we hustle, hustle, hustle, we hustle, hay We also hustle, hustle, hustle, we hustle, yeah [Verse 3] Yeah money over bitches, dont show her where your stash dummy (naw) Need a bird man, so I'm hollerin' at Cash Money Then I'm gon' chop it up (yeah) see the fiends coppin up (okay) Feds they be watchin' us (yeah) lookin' through binoculars (uh huh) But they ain't stoppin' us (no) they don't know where the block'd'r'us (no) Drama Boy Click if you run up, then my Glocks'll bust (yeah) My plan is to put man lead in ya guys (okay) My brother on my side in that black 745 (c'yeah) No tints, you can see my face (uh huh) when I squeeze the 8 Ridin' up on ya point blank range (bang) piece of cake It's that murda music for them coca movers (c'yeah) Gangster's floatin' to us (c'yeah) they load they toasters to it (okay) They shot D's, definiton of a drama boy (drama boys) I'm ridin', out Expedition with the lima to it (ah ha) And let me find out your strip is twerkin' (c'yeah) You gon' end up a missin' person, I need the bricks for certain Shot at ya Maybach Windows and rip they certain's (yeah) Call up the funeral home now and get the hurses (get the hurses) Been knew you niggas was bitches, ya'll need to get some purses This for them trap stars actin' like ya'll rappers with them glass jaws [Hook] [Verse 4: Heartlay] Yeah, you said it's money, money, murda, murda Yeah, they call me threats, I put that gat and straight, serve ya Niggas talkin' burners, like they got the fuckin' nerve ta Pussy, I will hurt ya, murk ya, broad day Pop up like Bishop the Extiler, up in the hallway I spit it, cause I live it, the difference is you all think Dippin' from the destrict, movin' swiftly with this Pav-kay Hit you in your biscuit, while you slippin' on a off day Nigga this is Heartlay, c'yeah, the hottest to spit But it's real like when your bitch made it burn when you piss Nigga ill, I give 'em chills, when I burn 'em with this I'm too hot with two Glocks, I can earn 'em with digits So much money to be made (made) dollars to be spent (spent) C'yeah, niggas try to dig my grave, holla when you catch Every fuckin' slug nigga, shoot you in your mug nigga Cops want me locked down, inditement as a drug dealer They said I popped them shots cause I'm a thug nigga The truth I'll pop them Glocks cause I don't love niggas [Hook]
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