I Am Music Album Lyrics by Lil Wayne

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Kant Nobody

Lovin' what you do, and doin' what you do
With the pure enjoyment of knowin' that you're the best at what you do (okay)
Yo, couldn't nobody f*ck with me then
Couldn't nobody f*ck with me now, yo
Can't be serious, yo (what?)
Can't nobody, nobody, no-f*ckin'-body (what, what, what?)
F*ck with me, with this rap shit, yo (what, what?)
Check it, I've been spittin' for twenty years (what, what?)
(What, what, what? Ayo)
(What, what, what, what?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hmm, uh
(What, what?)

Sometimes I smile to hide the miles of my road travelled (what? Uh)
Shake my hand, it felt like you just touched a stove handle (what, what?)
Holy cow, f*ck the cow, I want the whole cattle (what? Uh)
Gucci buffs on my eyes, look like solar panels (what, what?)
Leavin' bitches on their own, like the Oprah channel (what, what?)
Can't trust my shadow, that's a fact, I can't get overshadowed (what, uh, what?)
Draco' soundin' like it's coughin' from the smokin' barrel (what? Ayo)
No peace, no serenity, nigga (what, what?)
Break in your vicinity, nigga, like virginity, nigga (what? Ayo)
Ain't into these niggas, just family, like the Genovese, nigga (what, what?)
The Kennedys, nigga, all street niggas ain't in the streets, nigga (yeah)

Best rapper, ex-trapper, dress dapper (what, what?)
Swizzy gave me a head-banger, a neck-snapper (what? Ayo)
Ex-factor, make a rapper an example (what, what?)
All I need is a beat with a DMX sample (ayo)
(What, what, what?)
(All I need is a beat with a DMX sample)
(Ayo, what, what, what? Ayo)
(All I need is)
All I need is a beat with a DMX sample

Say it with your chest, mama, say less, mama
Wheezy F and the F is for F bomber
Yes, mama, I'ma eat you like Jeff Dahmer
Say she on her period, let's make a mess, mama
Don't be on all of that, yeah, that's my twin, shit, alright
Don't hit my phone with all that "I'm just tappin' in" shit, alright
F*ck that friend shit, alright, I'm on my zen shit, alright
I'm on that DMT, I ain't on that DM shit, alright
Tryna get a beat right now, I'm on my Em' shit, alright
I'm just Wheezy-We, on my "excuse my French" shit, alright
F*ck that bitch, shit, alright
Red beam on a Nina, she wore lipstick tonight, bah, bah, bah, bah

Best rapper, ex-trapper, dress dapper (what, what?)
Swizzy gave me a head-banger, a neck-snapper (what? Uh)
Ex-factor, make a rapper an example (what, what?)
All I need is a beat with a DMX sample (uh)

Swizzy on the drum machine, I got the gun machine (what, what?)
That bitch go "Brr", it sound like bumblebees (what, what?)
Gun come with a magazine, long as a limousine (what, uh, what?)
You smell that decomp in the mornin', like some Jimmy Deans, uh (what? Ayo)

Best rapper, ex-trapper, dress dapper (what, what?)
Swizzy gave me a head-banger, a neck-snapper (what? Ayo)
(All I need is a beat with a DMX sample) (ayo)
All I need is a beat with a DMX sample (what? Ayo)

(Ayo)

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Lollipop

Oww, uh-huh, no homo (Young Mula, baby)
I said, "He's so sweet, make her wanna lick the wrapper"
(Go, go, go, go, go, go)
So I let her lick the rapper

She-she-she licked me like a lollipop (yeah)
She, she licked me like a lollipop, lollipop (l-lollipop, yeah)
She-she-she licked me like a lollipop (yeah)
She, she licked me like a lollipop, lollipop

Shawty want a thug (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bottles in the club (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shawty wanna hump (yeah)
You know I like to touch (yeah)
Your lovely lady lumps (she lick me like a lollipop)
Shawty want a thug (I like that)
Bottles in the club (I like that)
Shawty wanna hump
You know I like to touch
Your lovely lady lumps (come on, yeah)

Okay, lil' mama had a swag like mine (yeah)
She even wear her hair down her back like mine (yeah)
I make her feel right when it's wrong, like lyin' (yeah)
Man, she ain't never had a love like mine (yeah)
But man, I ain't never seen a ass like hers (go)
That pussy in my mouth, had me lost for words (yeah)
So I told her to back it up like, "berp, berp" (yeah)
And I made that ass jump like, "jerp jerp"
And that's when she

She-she-she licked me like a lollipop (oh yeah, I like that)
She, she licked me like a lollipop, lollipop ( like that)
She-she-she licked me like a lollipop (yeah, I like that)
She, she licked me like a lollipop

Shawty want a thug (yeah)
Bottles in the club (yeah)
Shawty wanna hump
You know I like to touch (yeah)
Your lovely lady lumps (yeah)
Shawty want a thug (I like that)
Bottles in the club (and I like that)
Shawty wanna hump
You know I like to touch (I like that)
Your lovely lady lumps

Okay, after you back it up, don't stop
Drop it, shawty, drop it like it's hot
Drop it like its hot, do it, shawty, don't stop

Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't shit (yeah)
Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't this (yeah)
Shawty say the nigga that she with can't hit (yeah)
But shawty, I'm a hit it, hit it, like I can't miss
And he can't do this and he don't do that
Shawty need a refund
Need to bring that nigga back
Just like a refund, I make her bring that ass back
And she bring that ass back, because I like that

Shawty want a thug (yeah, I like that)
Bottles in the club (yeah, I like that)
Shawty wanna hump
You know I like to touch (I like that)
Your lovely lady lumps (yeah)

Shawty wanna lick-lick-lick-lick me like a lollipop
I said, shawty wanna lick-lick-lick-lick me like a lollipop
Shawty wanna lick me like a lollipop
So I let her lick the rapper (she, she lick me like a lollipop)

Shawty want a thug (shawty want a thug)
Bottles in the club (bottles in the club)
Shawty wan' hump
You know I like to touch
Your lovely lady lumps (stat)

Call me, so I can make it juicy for you
C-call me, s-so I can get it juicy for you
C-call me, s-so I can make it juicy for you
C-call me, s-so I can get it juicy for you
Call me, so I can make it juicy for you
C-call me, s-so I can get it juicy for you
C-call me, s-so I can make it juicy for you
C-call me, s-so I can get it juicy for ya

Shawty want a thug (yeah, I like that)
Bottles in the club (yeah, I like that)
Shawty wanna hump
You know I like to touch
Your lovely lady lumps
I said, shawty want a thug, yeah
Bottles in the club
Shawty wanna hump
You know I like to touch
Your lovely lady lumps (yeah)

I get her on top (yeah), she drop it like it's hot (yeah)
And when I'm at the bottom she Hilary Rodham (ha)
The middle of the bed (yeah), givin', gettin' head (huh)
Givin', gettin' head, givin', gettin' head
I said, hmm, hmm, I like that
Say, hmm, hmm, yeah, I like that
I said, hmm, hmm, yeah, I like that

Mmm-hmm
Call me, so I can come and do it for you
Call me, so I can come and prove it for you
Call me, so I can make it juicy for you
Call me, so I can get it juicy for you

Shawty wanna lick-lick-lick-lick me like a lollipop
She, she, lick me like a lollipop
I said, "He's so sweet, make her wanna lick the rapper" (what you do?)
So I let her lick the rapper

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A Milli

(Bangladesh)
Young Money
Ya dig?
Yeah
Mack, I'm goin' in

A millionaire, I'm a Young Money millionaire
Tougher than Nigerian hair
My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair
I'm a venereal disease, like a menstrual bleed
Through the pencil, and leak on the sheet of the tablet in my mind
'Cause I don't write shit, 'cause I ain't got time
'Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dollar
And the almighty power of that ch-ch-ch-ch-chopper
Sister, brother, son, daughter, father, motherf*ck a copper
Got the Maserati dancin' on the bridge, pussy poppin'
Tell the coppers, "Ha-ha-ha-ha"
You can't catch him, you can't stop him
I go by them goon rules
If you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em
You can't man 'em then you mop 'em
You can't stand 'em then you drop 'em
You pop 'em 'cause we pop 'em like Orville Redenbacher (ooh)

Motherf*cker, I'm ill

Yeah
A million here, a million there
Sicilian bitch with long hair with coke in her derriere
Like smoke in the thinnest air
I open the Lamborghini, hopin' them crackers see me
Like, look at that bastard Weezy
He's a beast, he's a dog, he's the motherf*ckin' problem
Okay, you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin?
Nothin', nothin', you ain't scarin' nothin'
On some faggot bullshit, call 'em Dennis Rodman
Call me what you want, bitch
Call me on my Sidekick
Never answer when it's private
Damn, I hate a shy bitch
Don't you hate a shy bitch?
Yeah, I ate a shy bitch
She ain't shy no more
She changed her name to My Bitch
Yeah, nigga, that's my bitch
So when she ask for the money when you through
Don't be surprised, bitch
And it ain't trickin' if you got it
But you like a bitch with no ass, you ain't got shit
Motherf*cker, I'm ill not sick
And I'm okay, but my watch sick
Yeah, my drop sick
Yeah, my Glock sick
And my knot thick, I'm it

Motherf*cker, I'm ill

Yeah
See, they say I'm rappin' like B.I.G., Jay, and 2Pac
André 3000, where is Erykah Badu at? Who that?
Who that said they gon' beat Lil Wayne?
My name ain't Bic, but I keep that flame, man
Who that one that do that, boy?
You knew that, true that, swallow
And I be the shit, now you got loose bowels
I don't owe you like two vowels
But I would like for you to pay me by the hour
And I'd rather be pushin' flowers
Than to be in the pen sharin' showers
Tony told us this world was ours
And the Bible told us every girl was sour
Don't play in her garden and don't smell her flower
Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower
Boy, I got so many bitches, like I'm Mike Lowrey
Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me
Motherf*cker, I say, life ain't shit without me
Chrome lips pokin' out the coupe, look like it's poutin'
I do what I do and you do what you can do about it
Bitch, I can turn a crack rock into a mountain, dare me
Don't you compare me
'Cause there ain't nobody near me
They don't see me but they hear me
They don't feel me, but they fear me
I'm illy, C3, 3 Peat

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BedRock

I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (Young Money)
I-I-I-I can make your bed rock, girl (Kane is in the building, nigga)
I-I-I-I can make your bed rock
I-I-I-I can make your (bed rock)

Uh, the got that good good, she Michael Jackson bad
I'm attracted to her, with her attractive ass
And now we murderers, because we kill time
I knock her lights out, and she still shine
I hate to see her go, but I love to watch her leave
But I keep her running back and forth, soccer team
Cold as a winters day, hot as a summer's eve
Young Money thieves
Steal your love and leave

I like the way you walkin', if you walkin' my way
I'm that Red Bull, now let's fly away
Let's buy a place, with all kind of space
I let you be the judge, an-an-and I'm the case
I'm Gudda Gudda, I put her under
I see me with her, no Stevie Wonder
She don't even wonder, 'cause she know she bad
And I got her nigga, grocery bag

Ooh, baby
I be stuck to you like glue, baby
Wanna spend it all on you, baby
My room is the G-spot
Call me Mr. Flintstone I can make your bed rock (ooh)

I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (ooh)
I-I-I-I can make your bed rock, girl (ooh)
I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (ooh)
I-I-I-I can make your (bed rock)

Okay, I get it
Let me think, I guess it's my turn?
Maybe it's time to put this pussy on ya sideburns
He say I'm bad, he probably right
He pressing me like button downs on a Friday night
I'm so pretty like
Be on my pedal bike
Be on my low starch, be on my eggo whites
He say, "Nicki don't stop, you the bestest"
And I just be coming off the top, asbestos

I love ya sushi roll, hotter than wasabi
I race for your love, "Shake'n Bake" Ricky Bobby
I'm at the W but I can't meet you in the lobby
Girl, I gotta watch my back, 'cause I'm not just anybody
I seen 'em stand in line, just to get beside her
I let her see the Aston, and let the rest surprise her
That's when we disappear, and you need GPS to find her
Oh, that was your girl? I thought I recognized her

Ooh, baby
I be stuck to you like glue, baby
Wanna spend it all on you, baby
My room is the G-spot
Call me Mr. Flintstone I can make your bed rock (ooh)

I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (ooh)
I-I-I-I can make your bed rock, girl (ooh)
I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (ooh)
I-I-I-I can make your (bed rock)

She like tanning, I like staying in
She like romancing, I like rollin' with friends
She said I'm caged in I think her conscience is
She watching that Oxygen, I'm watching ESPN
But when that show end, she all on my skin, lotion
Slower motions, roller coastin'
Like back forth hold it (hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it)
She pose like it's for posters, and I poke like I'm suppose to
Take this photo if you for me, she said, "Don't you ever show this"
I'm too loyal and too focused
To be losing and be hopeless
When I spoke this she rejoiced it
Said your word get me open, so I closed it
Where your clothes is? I'm only lovin' for the moment

Uh, she ain't got a man but she's not alone
Miss Independent, yeah, she got her own
Hey gorgeous, um, I mean flawless
Well, that's what you are, how I see it is how I call it, yeah
L-Look at how she walk, mm-hmm, she know she bad
D-Do your thing, baby, I ain't even mad
And I ain't leavin' fast, I'ma stay a while
Hold ya head Chris, I-I'ma take her down

Ooh, baby
I be stuck to you like glue, baby
Wanna spend it all on you, baby
My room is the G-spot
Call me Mr. Flintstone I can make your bed rock (ooh) (Young Money, yeah)

I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (ooh)
I-I-I-I can make your bed rock, girl (ooh) (Gudda Gudda, T-Streets)
I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (ooh) (Mack Maine, J Millz)
I-I-I-I can make your (bed rock) (Tyga Tyga)

Ooh, baby (Drizzy Drake)
I be stuck to you like glue, baby (Nicki Minaj, hey Chanel)
Wanna spend it all on you, baby (Lil' Twist, Lil' Chuckee)
My room is the G-spot (and young Lloyd, ayy)
Call me Mr. Flintstone I can make your bed rock (ooh)

I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (ooh) (we Young Money)
I-I-I-I can make your bed rock, girl (ooh)
I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (ooh)
I-I-I-I can make your (bed rock) (ayy)

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6 Foot 7 Foot

Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch

Ahem, excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
Swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia
Young Money militia, and I am the commissioner
You don't want start Weezy, 'cause the F is for Finisher
So misunderstood, but what's a world without enigma?
Two bitches at the same time, synchronized swimmers
Got the girl twisted 'cause she open when you twist her
Never met the bitch, but I f*ck her like I missed her
Life is the bitch, and death is her sister
Sleep is the cousin, what a f*ckin' family picture
You know Father Time, we all know Mother Nature
It's all in the family, but I am of no relation
No matter who's buying, I'm a celebration
Black and white diamonds, f*ck segregation
F*ck that shit, my money up, you niggas just Honey Nut
Young Money running shit and you niggas just runner-ups
I don't feel I done enough, so I'ma keep on doin' this shit
Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish

Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch (yeah)
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch

I'm going back in
Okay, I lost my mind, it's somewhere out there stranded
I think you stand under me if you don't understand me
Had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy
But hoes gon' be hoes, so I couldn't blame Tammy
Just talked to moms, told her she the sweetest
I beat the beat up, call it self defense
Swear man, I be seeing through these niggas like sequins
Niggas think they He-Men, pow, pow, the end
Talking to myself because I am my own consultant
Married to the money, f*ck the world, that's adultery
You full of shit, you close your mouth and let yo' ass talk
Young Money eating, all you haters do is add salt
Stop playing, bitch, I got this game on deadbolt
Mind so sharp, I f*ck around and cut my head off
Real nigga all day and tomorrow
But these mu'f*ckers talking crazy like they jaw broke
Glass half empty, half full, I'll spill ya
Try me and run into a wall, outfielder
You know I'ma ball 'til they turn off the field lights
The fruits of my labor, I enjoy 'em while they still ripe
Bitch, stop playing, I do it like a king do
If these niggas animals, then I'ma have a mink soon
Tell 'em bitches I say put my name on the wall
I speak the truth, but I guess that's a foreign language to y'all
And I call it like I see it, and my glasses on
But most of y'all don't get the picture 'less the flash is on
Satisfied with nothing, you don't know the half of it
Young Money, Cash Money
Uh, paper chasin', tell that paper, "Look, I'm right behind ya"
Bitch, real G's move in silence like lasagna
People say I'm borderline crazy, sorta kinda
Woman of my dreams, I don't sleep, so I can't find her
You niggas are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant
I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate
Yeah, with a swag you would kill for
Money too strong, pockets on bodybuilder
Jumped in a wishing well, now wish me well
Tell 'em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell

Yeah, word to my mama, I'm out of my lima bean
Don't wanna see what that drama mean, get some Dramamine
Llama scream, hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queen
Now all I want is hits, bitch, Wayne signed a fiend
I played the side for you niggas that's tryna front, and see
Son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you niggas the son of me
Pause for this dumber speech, I glow like Buddha
Disturb me, and you'll be all over the flo' like Luda
Bitch, I flow like scuba, bitch, I'm bold like Cuba
And I keep a killer ho, she gon' blow right through ya
I be mackin' 'bout my stackin' amount, I pack like a mover
Shout to ratchet for backing out on behalf of my shooter
Niggas think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler
Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler
Wayne, these niggas out they mind
I done told these f*ck niggas so many times
That I keep them bucks steady on my mind
Tuck these, I f*ck these on your mind, pause
To feed 'em, on my grind, gonna need a little luck
Keep throwing my sign in the middle
Hit 'em up, piece on my side, 'cause ain't no peace on my side, bitch
I'm a man, I visit urinals abroad
Tune told me to, I'm shooting when the funeral outside
I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a B.X. nigga, ya heard?
Gunna

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How to Love

Cut the music up
A lil' louder, yeah

You had a lot of crooks try to steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out
How to love
How to love, mmh
You had a lot of moments that didn't last forever
Now you in a corner tryna put it together
How to love
How to love, mmh

For a second you were here, now you over there
It's hard not to stare, the way you moving your body
Like you never had a love (had a love, ayy)
Never had a love (had a love, ayy)

When you was just a youngin', your looks were so precious
But now you're grown up, so fly it's like a blessing
But you can't have a man look at you for five seconds
Without you being insecure (insecure)
You never credit yourself so when you got older
It's seems like you came back ten times over
Now you're sitting here in this damn corner
Looking through all your thoughts and looking over your shoulder

See you had a lot of crooks try to steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out
How to love
How to love
Mh, see you had a lot of moments that didn't last forever
Now you in this corner tryna put it together
How to love
How to love

Mh, for a second you were here, now you over there
It's hard not to stare, the way you moving your body
Like you never had a love (had a love, ayy)
had a love (had a love, ayy)

Oh, and you had a lot of dreams that transformed to visions
The fact that you saw the world affected all your decisions
But it wasn't your fault, wasn't in your intentions
To be the one here talking to me, be the one listening
But, but I admire your poppin' bottles and dippin'
Just as much as you admire bartending and strippin'
Baby, so don't be mad, nobody else trippin'
You seen a lot of crooks and them crooks still crook

You see you had a lot of crooks try to steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out
How to love
How to love
Mh, see you had a lot of moments that didn't last forever
Now you in this corner tryna put it together
How to love
How to love

Oh, see I just want you to know
That you deserve the best
You're beautiful (ayy), you're beautiful (ayy)
Yeah, and I want you to know
You're far from the usual (ayy), far from the usual (ayy)

You see you had a lot of crooks try to steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out
How to love
How to love
Mh, see you had a lot of moments that didn't last forever
Now you in this corner tryna put it together
How to love
How to love, mmh

See you had a lot of crooks try to steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out
How to love
How to love
Yeah, see you had a lot of moments that didn't last forever
Now you in this corner tryna put it together
How to love
How to love, mmh

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Right Above It

Kane is in the building

Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven right above it
We on
'Cause we on

Who else really trying to f*ck with Hollywood Cole?
I'm with Marley G bro
Flying Holly Grove chicks to my Hollywood shows
And I wanna tell you something that you probably should know
This that Slum Dog Millionaire Bollywood flow and uh
My real friends never hearing from me
Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me
That's why I pick and choose, I don't get shit confused
I got a small circle, I'm not with different crews
We walk the same path, but got on different shoes
Live in the same building, but we got different views
I got a couple cars I never get to use
Don't like my women single, I like my chicks in twos
And these days, all the girls is down to roll
I hit the strip club, and all them bitches find a pole
Plus I been sippin', so this shit is movin' kinda slow
Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go

Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven's right above it
We on, it's Young Money, motherf*cker
If you ain't runnin' with it, run from it, motherf*cker
Alright, now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my Bs with me like some honey in this bitch, you dig?
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back, because I shoot first

Meet me on the fresh train
Yes, I'm in the building, you just on the list of guest names
And all of my riders do not give a f*ck, X-Games
Guns turn you boys into pussies, sex change
And I smoke 'til I got chest pains
And you niggas know I rep my gang like Jessie James
Women are possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne
I been fly so long I fell asleep on the f*ckin' plane
Skinny pants and some Vans
Call me Triple A, get my advance in advance, amen
As the world spin and dance in my hands
Life is a beach, I'm just playing in the sand
Uh, wake up and smell the pussy
You niggas can't see me, but never overlook me
I'm on a paper trail and ain't no telling where it took me
Yeah, and I ain't a killer, but don't push me

Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven's right above it
We on, it's Young Money, motherf*cker
If you ain't runnin' with it, run from it, motherf*cker
Alright, now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my Bs with me like some honey in this bitch, you dig?
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back, because I shoot first

Uh, how do you say what's never said?
Beautiful Black woman, I bet that bitch look better red
Limping off tour, 'cause I made more off my second leg
Motherf*ckin' Birdman Junior, 11th Grade
Ball on automatic start
I can hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
Wildcat offense, check the paw prints
We in the building, you niggas in apartments
Uh, now come on be my blood donor
Flow so nice you ain't gotta put a rug on her
Do it big and let the small fall under that
Damn, where you stumbled at? From where they make Gumbo at
Kane got the f*ckin' beat jumpin' like a jumping jack
And you know me, I get on this bitch and have a heart attack
Hip-hop, I'm the heart of that
Nigga, nothing short of that
President Carter, Young Money Democrat

Uh, now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven's right above it
We on, it's Young Money, motherf*cker
If you ain't runnin' with it, run from it, motherf*cker
Alright, now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my Bs with me like some honey in this bitch, you dig? (Soo woo)
I got my gun in my boo purse (five star, yeah)
And I don't bust back, because I shoot first (alright)

Yeah
We on
Young Mu-, Young Mula, baby

---

Drop the World

I got ice in my veins, blood in my eyes
Hate in my heart, love in my mind
I seen nights full of pain, days are the same
You keep the sunshine, save me the rain
I search but never find, hurt but never cry
I work and forever try, but I'm cursed, so never mind
And it's worse, but better times seem further and beyond
The top gets higher the more that I climb
The spot gets smaller, and I get bigger
Tryna get into where I fit in, no room for a nigga
But soon for a nigga it be on, mu'f*cka'
Cause all the bullshit, it made me strong, mu'f*cka'

Pick the world up and I'm a drop it on your f*ckin' head, yeah
Bitch, I'm a pick the world up and I'm a drop it on your f*ckin' head
And I could die now, rebirth motherf*cker
Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth, motherf*cker
I'm gone
Motherf*cker, I'm gone

Uh, I know what they don't wanna tell you
Just hope you're heaven-sent, and you're hell-proof
I-i walk up in the world and cut the lights off
And confidence is a stain they can't wipe off
Huh, my word is my pride
But wisdom is bleak, and that's a word from the wise
Served to survive, murdered and bribed
And when it got too heavy I put my burdens aside

So I could pick the world up
And drop it on yo f*ckin' head, haha
Bitch, I'm a pick the world up
And I'm a drop it on your f*ckin' head, yeah
And I could die now, rebirth motherf*cker
Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth, motherf*cker
I'm gone
Motherf*cker, I'm gone (I'm gone)

It hurts, but I never show,
This pain you'll never know
If only you could see just how lonely and how cold
And frostbit I've become, my back's against the wall
When push come to shove, I just stand up and scream "F*ck 'em all"

Man, it feels like these walls are closing in
This roof is caving in, up its time to raise it then
Your days are numbered like pages in
My book of rhymes, got 'em crooked, boy
This crooked mind of mine got 'em all
Shook and scared to look in my eyes
I stole that f*ckin' clock, I took the time and I
Came up from behind
And pretty much snuck up
And butt-f*cked this game up
Better be careful when you bring my name up
F*ck this fame, that ain't what
I came to claim but the game
Ain't gonna be the same on the day that I leave it
But I swear one way or another I'm a make these f*ckin' haters believe it
I swear to God, won't spare the rod
I'm a man of my word, so your f*ckin' heads better nod
Or I'm a f*ck around in this bitch and roast everybody!
Sleep on me, that pillow is where your head'll lie
Permanently, bitch, it's beddy-bye
This world is my Easter egg, yeah! Prepare to die
My head is swole, my confidence is up
This stage is my pedestal
I'm unstoppable, incredible
Hope you're trapped in my medicine ball
I could run circles around you so fast your f*ckin' head'll spin, dawg
I'll split your cabbage and lettuce and olives
I'll f*ckin'

Pick the world up and I'm a drop it on your f*ckin' head
Bitch, I'm a pick the world up and I'm a drop it on your f*ckin' head
And I could die now, Rebirth motherf*cker
Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth, motherf*cker
I'm gone
Motherf*cker, I'm gone (I'm gone)

---

She Will

Young Money, yeah, four

I tell her, "Now goin' pop that pussy for a real nigga"
I already know that life is deep but I still dig her
Niggas is jealous but really I could care less
I'm in hell's kitchen with an apron and a hair net
Devil on my shoulder, the lord as my witness
So on my Libra scale, I'm weighing sins and forgiveness
What goes around, comes around like a hula hoop
Karma is a bitch, well just make sure that bitch is beautiful
Life on the edge, I'm dangling my feet
I tried to pay attention but attention paid me
Haters can't see me, nose bleed seats
And today I went shopping and talk is still cheap
I rock to the beat of my drum set
I've been at the top for a while and I ain't jump yet, ha ha
But I'm Ray Charles to the bullshit
Now jump up on that dick and do a full split

Uh, she just started to pop it for a nigga
And look back and told me "Baby, it's real"
And I say I ain't doubt you for a second
I squeeze it and I can tell how it feel
I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal
And she bad, so maybe she won't
Uh, but shit than again maybe she will
Yeah, do it for the realest niggas in the f*ckin' game right now
She will, yeah
Do it for the realest niggas in the f*ckin' game right now
She will, she will, she will
Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now
She will, she will, she will uh
Do it for the realest niggas in the f*ckin' game right now
She will, she will, she will (she will, she will)

Yeah, I tell her "Now go on, pop that pussy for me"
Haters can't see me, but them bitches still looking for me
And you could take that to the bank and deposit that
Put your two cents in, and get a dollar back
Some people hang you out to dry like a towel rack
I'm all about "I" give the rest of the vowels back
I like my girl thick, not just kinda fine
Eat her til she cry, call that wine and dine
Try to check me and I'ma have 'em checkin' pulses
They say chose wisely, that's why I was chosen
Rocking like asphalt, its the cash fault
Looked in the face of death and took it's mask off
Now I like my house big and my grass soft
I like my girl face south and her ass north
But I'm Ray Charles to the bullshit
Now hop up on that dick and do a full split

Uh, she just started to pop it for a nigga
And look back and told me "Baby, it's real"
And I say I ain't doubt you for a second
I squeeze it and I can tell how it feel
I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal
And she bad, so maybe she won't
Uh, but shit than again maybe she will
Yeah, do it for the realest niggas in the f*ckin' game right now
She will, yeah
Do it for the realest niggas in the f*ckin' game right now
She will, she will, she will
Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now
She will, she will, she will uh
Do it for the realest niggas in the f*ckin' game right now
She will, she will, she will (she will, she will)

(Ladies and gentleman, Drizzy)

Uh, she just started to pop it for a nigga
And look back and told me "Baby, it's real"
And I say I ain't doubt you for a second
I squeeze it and I can tell how it feel
I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal
And she bad, so maybe she won't
Uh, but shit than again maybe she will
Yeah, do it for the realest niggas in the f*ckin' game right now
She will, yeah
Do it for the realest niggas in the f*ckin' game right now
She will, she will, she will
Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now
She will, she will, she will uh
Do it for the realest niggas in the f*ckin' game right now
She will, she will, she will (she will, she will)

---

Mirror

Uh, with everything happening today
You don't know whether you're coming or going
But you think that you're on your way
Life lined up on the mirror don't blow it (woo)

Look at me when I'm talkin' to you
You lookin' at me but I'm lookin' through you
I see the blood in your eyes
I see the love in disguise
I see the pain hidden in your pride
I see you're not satisfied
And I don't see nobody else
I see myself, I'm looking at the

Mirror on the wall (woo), here we are again (yeah)
Through my rise and fall (uh)
You've been my only friend (yeah)
You told me that they can understand the man I am
So why are we here talkin' to each other again?

Uh, I see the truth in your lies
I see nobody by your side
But I'm with you when you're all alone
And you correct me when I'm lookin' wrong
I see the guilt beneath the shame
I see your soul through your window pain
I see the scars that remain
I see you Wayne, I'm lookin' at the

Mirror on the wall, here we are again (yeah)
Through my rise and fall (uh-huh)
You've been my only friend (my only friend)
You told me that they can understand the man I am (they can understand)
So why are we here talkin' to each other again (misunderstood)

Lookin' at me now I can see my past
Damn I look just like my f*ckin' dad
Light it up, that's smoke at mirrors
I even look good in the broken mirror
I see my momma smile that's a blessin'
I see the change, I see the message
And no message could been any clearer
So I'm starting with the man in the

Mirror on the wall (MJ taught me that)
Here we are again
Through my rise and fall
You've been my only friend (take them to mars man)
You told me that they can understand the man I am
So why are we here talkin' to each other again
Uh

Mirror on the wall, here we are again
Through my rise and fall
You've been my only friend
You told me that they can understand the man I am
So why are we here talkin' to each other again
Mirror on the wall
Ayy BP, looks like I did take 'em to mars this time

So why are we talkin' to each other again?

---

Mrs. Officer

Ayy
Ayy (yeah)
Ayy (yeah, yeah)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
(Valentino) woo, woo, woo (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah) woo, woo, woo (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Yeah) woo, woo, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Yeah) woo, woo, (yeah) woo
Bobby Valentino

When I get up all in ya (yeah)
We can hear the angels calling us (ch'yeah)
We can see the sunrise before us (yeah)
And when I'm in that thing, I'll make that body sang
(Deezle on the beat) I'll make you say
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (ayy)
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (ayy)
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
(Like a cop car)
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (ayy)
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (hahaha)
I'll make ya say

(Yeah) doin' a buck in the latest drop
I got stopped by a lady cop, haha
She got me thinkin' I can date a cop, haha
'Cause her uniform pants are so tight
She read me my rights
She put me in her car, she cut off all lights
She said I had the right to remain silent
Now I got her hollerin', soundin' like a siren
Talkin' 'bout
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (yeah)
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (yeah)
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (yeah)
And I know she the law, and she know I'm the boss
And she know I get high above the law
And she know I'm raw, she know I'm from the streets
And all she want me to do is f*ck the police
Talkin' 'bout
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (yeah)
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (yeah)

When I get up all in ya
We can hear the angels calling us (yeah)
We can see the sunrise before us (mh)
And when I'm in that thing, I'll make that body sang
I'll make you say
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (yeah)
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
(Like a cop car)
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (yeah)
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (ayy)
I'll make you say

Haha, and after we got done
I said, "Lady what's ya number?" She said, "911"
Ha, emergency only
Head doctor, perform surgery on me
Yeah, and now I'm healed
I make her wear nothin' but handcuffs and heels
Then I beat it like a cop
Rodney King, baby, yeah, I beat it like a cop
Haha, beat it like a cop
Rodney King, baby, said beat it like a cop
But I ain't tryna be violent
But I'll do the time, but her love is timeless
Mrs. Officer
I know you wish your name was Mrs. Carter huh?
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (yeah)
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
(Like a cop car)

When I get up all in ya
We can hear the angels calling us
We can see the sunrise before us
And when I'm in that thing, I'll make that body sang
I'll make you say
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
I'll make you say

Mrs. Officer, Mrs. Officer
Tell your lieutenant get them cuffs off of ya
I'm Kidd Kidd, my face on every wanted poster
I'm wanted by every lady cop all over
That ass so big, I catch a battery to hold ya
Hands so big, you thought I told you to pull it over
She pulled me over, pulled me out the Rover
Then she pulled me closer, do me in the back of the car
Put me in handcuffs start ripping my pants off
(All you hear over the dispatcher is)
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee

When I get up all in ya
We can hear the angels calling us
We can see the sunrise before us
And when I'm in that thing, I'll make that body sang
I'll make you say

Maybe you can lock me up and throw away the key
Call your sergeant and tell him you can't finish your shift
'Cause it's on tonight
Breakfast in bed turns to breakfast and-
And I can't wait to get it on (on)
I wanna do it all night long (night long, yeah), Mrs. Officer

When I get up all in ya
We can hear the angels calling us
We can see the sunrise before us
And when I'm in that thing, I'll make that body sang
I'll make you say
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
I'll make you say

---

Blunt Blowin'

Yeah
Put my shades on

Uh, I live it up in these like my last days
If time is money, I'm an hour past paid
Ugh, gunpowder in my hourglass
Niggas faker than some flour in a powder bag
Yeah, I put it down like my hands hurting
I'm on a natural high, but I land perfect
Some of us are lovers, most of y'all haters
But I put up a wall, and they just wallpaper
So love or hate me, I stay hate-free
They say we learn from mistakes, well that's why they mistake me
I got some weight on my shoulders, to me it's like feathers
All hail Weezy, call it bad weather
I stick to the script, I memorize the lines
'Cause life is a movie that I've seen too many times
You're on the outside looking in, close the blinds
And they say never say never, but f*ck your never mind
I've been gone too long
True or false, right or wrong, haha
Hello Weezy, welcome home

Yeah and Imma
Blunt blowin'
Polo draws showin'
I don't give a lovely motherf*ck ass nigga
With my money growing, no matter where you're goin'
You don't need a bus pass, for me to bust yo ass nigga Imma

Blunt blowin'
Polo draws showin'
I-I don't give a lovely motherf*ck ass nigga
With my money blowing, don't matter I got more and
You don't need a bus pass, for me to bust yo ass nigga

Stunna, I got 'em, I'm back on them bitches
All about my riches, my name should be Richard
Cut the bullshit out, I'm Edward with the scissors
Life is a choice, and death is a decision
Times have changed, but f*ck it get a new watch
I still got the vision like a line between two dots
Young money's eating, the label getting fatter
And yea, the tables turned, but I'm still sitting at 'em
I'm a bad motherf*cker, 'cause the good die young
Everybody selling dreams, I'm too cheap to buy one
Man when that cookie crumble, everybody want a crumb
Shoot that hummingbird down, hummingbird don't hum yeah
Big money, big money, deep pockets
Money talks, and motherf*ckers eavesdropping
Bunch of bloods, you could call it blood clotting
East side, My Piru Damu, I'mma

Blunt blowin'
Polo draws showin'
I don't give a lovely motherf*ck ass nigga
With my teeth glowing, I'm on my Deebowin'
You don't need a bus pass, for me to bust yo ass nigga Imma

Blunt blowin'
Polo draws showin'
I-I don't give a lovely motherf*ck ass nigga
With my money blowing, no matter where you going
You don't need a bus pass, for me to bust yo ass nigga

Light that Ashton Kusher, I'm a limit pusher
See y'all dead meat, and me I'm just a butcher
I do it for the money, man I am such a hooker
And freedom was my girl, until they f*cking took her
You can look into the future, its right behind your eyelids
But I don't wanna know, 'cause shit I like surprises
Why that, why this, why you on that why shit?
Motherf*cker ask me why, I say Y-M
Beach bum, call me ocean drive slim
Drop the top, look up and make the sky grin
Young moola, skinnies and some Supras
Belly of the beast till it puke us
Motherf*cker

Blunt blowin'
Polo strings showin'
I don't give a lovely motherf*ck ass nigga
With my teeth glowing, I'm on my Deebowin'
You don't need a bus pass, for me to bust yo ass nigga

Blunt blowin'
Polo strings showin'
I don't give a lovely motherf*ck ass nigga
With my money blowing, no matter where you going
You don't need a bus pass, for me to bust yo ass nigga

I've been gone too long
True or false, right or wrong

Yeah I've been gone too long
True or false, right or wrong

Said I've been gone too long
True or false, right or wrong haha

Hello Weezy, welcome home (welcome home)
It's young mula, baby
Young mula, baby (young mula baby)

I've been gone too long
True or false, right or wrong
Hello Weezy, welcome home yeah

---

Mona Lisa

I got a story to tell, you know I cherish thee
Hope it ain't too many feelings involved

I see niggas in this bitch, stuntin', popping bottles
Getting drunk with these bitches and when they leave, they get followed
Fall asleep with that bitch and really don't know much about her
Then she let us in, we take all of your shit
And when you wake up, she help you try to find it, I love it
I be with bitches that be with bitches that be with niggas with riches
I tell her, "Get 'em", she say, "I got you", I say, "No, bitch, I say get him"
And they so pretty, and they hair lengthy, he hit it and sleep on her titties
And she give us the word, we come through with AK's
It's a stick up, she scream like a victim
Now you, feeling so silly
I smoke color purple
I'm up in here feeling like Celie (ooh)
Nappy ass dreads, what's that you say?
Watch your mouth, Milli Vanilli (ooh)
You can get snaked, you can get faked
Out by the bitch that you feelin'
'Cause you thought that she was an angel
That bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo like a Frisbee
And you telling your business, she tell me your business
You tell that bitch what you're feeling
All of the beans you be spilling
To you, she lie through her teeth cavities, fillings
She know where you hide it, tell me where it's hidden
She know when you're gone, tell me when to visit, we break in your home
And take this specifics and meanwhile the bitch is on vacation with him so she don't get blamed
We don't snatch chains, we find out addresses
And we don't leave messes
You'll only know that it's gone when you check it
Then your first thought is to start second guessing
She say, "What's wrong?", he say "nothing, keep resting"
She say, "What's missing?", "how you know something missing?"
He scratch his head, she say "get back in bed"
And she gave him some head
Boy, you can't trust them bitches, and then she say
Ooh, I see niggas in this bitch stuntin', popping bottles
Getting drunk with these bitches and when they leave, they get followed
I be with bitches that know the bitches that's with the niggas we following
Get them on the line, stay two cars behind and tell them hoes, "don't be so obvious"
Mona Lisa
Long hair, don't care, she handle the business and don't ever tell
She bite the bullet and cough up the shells
She tell 'em, "Ooh, daddy, let's go to your place"
And if he say, Yea', then we meet him there
She feed him lies with his silverware
She don't want love, she just want her share
I, know a bitch named Liz, this nigga think she his
'Cause she tell him that it is
So he tell her all his secrets, he tell her all his fears
And then she tell me, and I be all ears
And then I go and tell my people, and they already know him
And then I call Liz and she say he comin' over
I say, "Good girl, just remember what I told you"
She gave me the salute, I say, "Girl, you're a soldier"
We're waitin' outside, watch him pull up
Walk up to the door and right before he knock, she open the door naked
She left it unlocked
They started french kissing so he didn't see moi
And then she let him in, they stopped on the couch
Music up loud with his head in the cloud
Turn that shit down and I scared the piss out of him
Piss a nigga off, put a gun to his frown
Nigga, turn around, I ain't here to f*ck around
I ain't here to f*ck around, caught you wit' your pants down
You know what it is, put your f*cking hands up
Liz, that's enough, you can put your hands down
And then he looked dead at her and he shook his head at her
She a good actress and you a dead actor
You'll be dead after we get what we're after
If Liz call you daddy, she about to be a bastard, oh
I got way too many bitches that do anything for me, nigga
But think for me, nigga
Send her to you like she ain't for me, nigga
I hope you alone like bankruptcy, nigga
She pour you a drink, that drink on me, nigga
She slip something in it, now think for me, nigga
Mona Lisa, I done painted the picture
Mo-mona Lisa, out the frame on these niggas
Pussy got you out of character, nigga
You fall for these hoes off your ladder, my nigga
Take everything that you have, 'til don't even have an opinion
We have your attention and now you're looking down a barrel though nigga
Now she looking for her pantyhose, nigga
We just looking for the casserole, nigga
But she gon' show us where you stash it though, nigga
Mona

Ah, everyday she wake up with a different color makeup
And a promise he gon' take to the movie and the mall
Chilling with the Laker, on the floor
Fourth quarter, four minute on the clock Black Mamba with the ball
Paparazzi looking at them both popping up and take a picture, uh
Probably on a Internet blog
In a minute, he gon' be admitting that he love her on his mother
Man, he want to meet her mother by tomorrow
Mona Lisa
Pussy good enough, it got him sinnin' in her walls
And he digging in it like he living in it
Make a new religion with it
Man a nigga 'bout to go against God
Poetry in a pear tree, sweet tone like a hummingbird
When she asked him, did he want to make love in a yellow taxi
Never gave two f*ck, jumped in the backseat
Woke up in the morning to The Great Gatsby
Then he dogged it again like the bitch Lassie
I'ma a dog in the wind, I'm a pit laughing
I'ma call up again like I did last week
Make good with the friend and I'm all jazzy
Britney with the twin and the girl Ashley
Found out that I f*cked, he was unhappy
Bitch, I never let the bullshit get past me
Better yet, I wanna break up, don't you ask me
'Bout no motherf*cking double standard, acting
F*cking on another nigga, that's negative alone
But you sucked his dick, that's just nasty
Matter of fact, bitch, gimme your phone (No)
You f*cking with Wayne? (No)
Bitch, gimme your phone (No, let me take this call)
(Lick me like a lollipop)
He on your f*cking ringtone?
Is that the shit that you do?
Touching yourself, looking at Kendrick videos
Jump on the Internet, watching his interviews
I don't know what the f*ck, lately got into you
Tell me who love you, I bet I love harder
Forgot all the shit that I did for your daughter?
The Pampers, the Pedialyte and my momma daycare after school
And she never did charge her
You scandalous as f*ck, and I hope you blow up
You know what, I give up, let me go get my gun, I got one in the chamber
I'm plannin' on aimin', God dammit, you know the damage is done
Bitch I'm emotional 'cause I'm in stress
I'm not supposed to go through this, I guess
So in conclusion, since you like rappers that's killing that pussy I'm killing myself

She say, ooh, daddy, ooh, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
Ooh, fake smile, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
She say, ooh, no emotion, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
Now he get the picture, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, yeah

---

Uproar

Y'all know his name
Ayo Mack let the beat drop
Ladies and gentlemen, C5 (Oh)
Wayne time (Oh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Woo)
Zone, zone, zone, zone, zone
Let me see your shoulders work
I mean, I don't know what y'all came here to do, but uhh
If you ain't got a lighter, what the f*ck you smoking for

What the f*ck though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the f*ck though, I don't bluff, bro
Aimin' at your head like a buffalo
You a roughneck, I'm a cutthroat
You're a tough guy, that's enough jokes
Then the sun die, the night is young though
The diamonds still shine in the rough, hoe

What the f*ck though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, where the ones go?
It's a shit show, put you front row
Talkin' shit, bro? Let your tongue show
Money over bitches, and above hoes
That is still my favorite love quote
Put the gun inside, what the f*ck for?
I sleep with the gun, and she don't snore

What the f*ck yo? Where the love go?
Trade the ski mask, for the muzzle
It's a blood bath, where the suds go?
It's a Swizz beat, there the drums go
If she's iffy, there the drugs go
If she sip lean, double cup toast
I got a duffle full of hundos
There the love go, where's the uproar?

What the f*ck though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the f*ck though, I don't bluff, bro
Aimin' at your head like a buffalo

What the f*ck though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the f*ck though, I don't bluff, bro
Aimin' at your head like a buffalo

Get the f*ck though, I don't bluff, bro
I come out the scuffle without a scuff, bro
Puff, puff, bro, I don't huff though
Yellow diamonds up close, catch a sunstroke
At your front door with a gun stowed
"Knock-knock, who's there" is how it won't go
This the jungle so have the utmost
For the nutzos, and we nuts, so
What the f*ck, bro? It's where I'm from, bro
We grew up fast, we rolled up slow
We throw up gang signs, she throw up dope
Dreadlock, hang time like yuh dun kno
Put the green in the bag, like a lawnmower
Hair trigger pulled back like a cornrow
Extra clip in the stash like a console
Listenin' to Bono, you listen to Don O

What the f*ck bro? Where the love go?
Swizzy, you the chef, I like my lunch gross
Just look up, bro there the Scuds go
I see the shovel, but where did bruh go? Mm
To the unknown
Only way he comin' back is through his unborn
If you see what's in my bag, think I'm a drug lord
It's empty when I give it back, now where's the uproar?

What the f*ck though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the f*ck though, I don't bluff, bro
Aimin' at your head like a buffalo

What the f*ck though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the f*ck though, I don't bluff, bro
Aimin' at your head like a buffalo

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No Worries

Look me in my face
I ain't got no worries
I ain't got no worries
I ain't got no worries
See, them shroomies keep me up
So I ain't got no worries
I ain't got no worries
I ain't got no worries
You see money right there (yeah)
That's Tunechi right there (turn up)
Yeah, that's Mack Maine right there
And we ain't got no worries
You see pussy right there
Redbone mango's right there
See them shroomies right there (yeah)
We ain't got no worries (uh)

Tunechi in this bitch, everybody should be worried
Them pussy niggas be purrin', bitches be diggin' me, I feel buried
And if she make this dick hard, she woke up a sleepin' giant
Man, your bitch speak in tongues every time we speak in private
Hope your barber shop open 'cause we got hair triggers
Smoke so much that Smokey the Bear, have to bear with us
And that Jeep with the doors off, that means that bitch sleek
All these bitch think they're the shit, I send them up shits creek
You see Tunechi right here, give me brain ideas
It's okay if you turn up, just don't turn off my light years
All I know is I do it, what I'm smokin', I grew it
These are Blood gang, Piru it, all rats gotta die even Stuart
On my private jet is my stewardess is your bitchn nigga, bitch nigga
I know gold-diggers and ditch-diggers
You don't get dissed, you get disfigured
She say, "Sorry I didn't shave, so that pussy is a little furry"
I put that pussy in my face, I ain't got no worries, Tunechi

Look me in my face
I ain't got no worries
I ain't got no worries
I ain't got no worries
See, them shroomies keep me up
So I ain't got no worries (yeah)
I ain't got no worries (who you see?)
I ain't got no worries
You see money right there (what?)
That's Tunechi right there (yeah)
Yeah, that's Mack Maine right there (Mack)
And we ain't got no worries
You see pussy right there
Redbone mango's right there
See them shroomies right there (uh)
We ain't got no worries

We ain't got no worries
She bad as a hooker, so she ain't got no worries
She want me to eat her sugar, I say "Why you in a hurry?"
She say, "Why you askin' questions?" I say, "Bitch, you tryna be funny"
Now take your f*ckin' clothes off, let me see that Donkey Kong
I swing your ass back and forth, back and forth on my monkey bar
That camel toe that camel toe, no worries no panty-hose
These niggas fallin' off like baggy clothes, I smoke more than a magic show
I swear I saw my ho, I swear she was with my ho
You know I f*cked them both, sore pussy and sore throat
Bitch, it's Tunechi and I'm outchea, no worries, no worries
I would talk about my dick, but man, that shit be a long story

Look me in my face (yeah)
I ain't got no worries
I ain't got no worries (oh shit)
I ain't got no worries
See, them shroomies keep me up (I'm up)
So I ain't got no worries (yeah)
I ain't got no worries (Young Mula, baby)
I ain't got no worries
You see money right there (yeah)
That's Tunechi right there (baby)
Yeah, that's Mack Maine right there (Scoob, I see you too)
And we ain't got no worries (oh)
You see pussy right there
Redbone mango's right there
See them shroomies right there

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Fireman

(Weezy Baby)
Shh, the fireman comin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (uh-oh)
Yeah (uh-oh, hey, I'm back), yeah
Yeah (That's right), yup (birdman), yup
(They gon' have to call the law), uh-huh (I'm burnin', shawty)
I'm back (I tried told 'em)
What you, oh, what you gon' do now? (Yeah)

I'm the fireman (yeah), fire, f-fireman (yeah)
I got that fire, I'm hollering (yeah)
I got that fire, come and try me, and (yeah)
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em, get 'em)
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em)

Ain't nobody f*ckin' with me, man (uh-uh)
He-man, ski mask, spendin' next week's cash, he fast (oh)
And I don't even need a G-pass, I'm past that
I'm passin' 'em out now (yeah), and you can't have that (yeah)
And my chain, Toucan Sam that
Tropical colors, you can't match that (oh, no)
Gotta be abstract (oh, no)
You catch my girl legs open, better smash that (what?)
Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at (boy)
I see she wearin' them jeans that show her buttcrack (hey)
My girls can't wear that, why? That's where my stash at (uh-uh-uh)
I put my MAC down (yeah), that's where you lack at (yeah)
She need her candle lit (yeah), and I'ma wax that (got 'em)
I rekindled the flame (got 'em), she remember the name (got 'em)
It's Weezy Baby, January, December, the same (who?)
Mama, give me that brain (yeah), mama, give me that good (yeah)
'Cause I'm the fireman (oh), you hear the fire truck

I'm the fireman (yeah), fire, f-fireman (yeah)
I got that fire, I'm hollering (yeah)
I got that fire, come and try me, and (yeah)
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em, get 'em)
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em)

Fresh on campus, it's the Birdman Junior (yeah)
Money too long, teachers, put away your rulers (yeah)
Raw Tune, not a cartoon (ayy)
No shirt, tattoos, and some war wounds (Sexy)
I'm hot, but the car cool, she wet, that's a carpool
Been in that water since a young'n, you just shark food (yum, yum)
Quick Draw McGraw, I went to art school (hah)
Yeah, the lights is bright, but I got a short fuse (whoa)
Don't snooze (No)
Been handlin' the game so long, my thumbs bruised
Your new girlfriend is old news
You ain't got enough green and she so blue, yeah (aww)
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true (yes)
Everything is easy, baby, leave it up to Weezy Baby
Put it in the pot, let it steam, let it brew (yes)
Now, watch me melt, don't burn yourself, 'cause

I'm the fireman (yeah), fire, f-fireman (yeah)
I got that fire, I'm hollering (yeah)
I got that fire, come and try me, and (yeah)
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em, get 'em)
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em)

Yeah, riding by myself, well, really, not really (well)
So heavy in the trunk, make the car pop a wheelie
Who? Weezy Baby, or call me Young Baby (yeah)
My money three-sixty, you only one-eighty (That's right)
Half of the game too lazy (yeah)
Still sleeping on me, but I'm 'bout to wake 'em, yep
I'm 'bout to take 'em to New Orleans and bake 'em (whoa)
Yeah, it's hot down here, take a walk with Satan, yeah (hot)
Come on, mama, let the Carter make you (yeah)
Toss you like a fruit salad, strawberry grape you (yeah)
They ball when they can and I'm ballin' by nature (yeah)
Addicted to the game like Jordan and Payton (Come on)
Y'all in the race, and me, I'm at the finish line (uh-huh)
Been runnin' for too long, it's time to give me mine (uh-huh)
Straight down your chimney, in your living room, it's I (who?)
Weezy, allergic to wintertime, hot

I'm the fireman (yeah), fire, f-fireman (yeah)
I got that fire, I'm hollering (yeah)
I got that fire, come and try me, and (yeah)
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em, get 'em)
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em)

Yeah, I-I-I-I-I got 'em
I-I-I-I got 'em
Ayy, ayy, B, I got 'em
Ayy, ayy, D, I got 'em
Yeah, ayy, Slim, I got 'em
Yeah, don't worry, 'cause I, I, I
I, don't worry, 'cause I, I, I-I-I
I'ma put you out

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Go DJ

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Grown ups in between, children and babies
Right about now its yo' boy, ya heard, back again DJ Mannie
Fre-fresh err fresh, fre-fresh err fresh, fre-fresh err fresh, fre-fresh err fresh

Go DJ, that's my DJ go DJ, that's my DJ
Go DJ, that's my DJ go DJ, yeah
Wit' Weezy Wee, step up to the mic dude do watcha do, ya heard

Ladies and gentlemen, what you have here is brought to you
Courtesy of the young man young Carter and the great man Mannie Fresh
So what I want y'all out there to do for me is say this

Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ (this Tha Carter)
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my 'cause that's my

Murder one oh one, the hottest nigga under the sun
I come from under the tummy, busting a Tommy
Or come from under your garments, yo chest and your arm hit
Pow, one to the head now you know he dead
Now you know I play it, like a pro in the game
No better yet a veteran in the hall of fame
I got that medicine, I'm better than all the names
Hey its Cash Money Records man a lawless gang
Put some water on the track, fresh for all his flame
Wear a helmet when you bang it man and guard yo' brain
'Cause the flow is spasmodic what they call insane
That ain't even a motherf*cking aim I get dough boy
And you already know that pimping
Eighteen how I'm living young'n show that Bentley
Stunna' my Pa' so you know that's in me
Gotti my mentor so don't go there wit' me

Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ (this Tha Carter)
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my 'cause that's my

Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ (this Tha Carter)
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my 'cause that's my

And I move like the Coupe through traffic
Rush hour G-T Bent' roof is absent
Ya bitch present wit' the music blasting
And she keep asking, "How it shoot if its plastic?"
I tell her you see if ya boy run up
She sat back and cut Tha Carter back up, oh fo' sho'
Hey Big Mike they better step they authority up
Before they step to a sergeant's son, I got army guns
You niggas never harming young
Fly Wizzy my opponents done, I'm done talking (shut up)
And I ain't just begun, I been running my city like Diddy ya chump
I fly by ya in a foreign whip, on the throttle wit' a model bony bitch
Pair of phony tits, her hair is long and shit, to her thong and shit
Well here we go so hold on to this, uh lets go

Hold on let me hit the blunt
So go, so go this is the, this is the, this is the
This is the, this is the, this is the, this is Tha Carter

Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ (that my DJ)
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ (that my DJ)
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ (Mannie Fresh that's a my DJ)
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my 'cause that's my
'Cause that's my, cause that's my

Birdman put them niggas in a trash can
Leave 'em outside of your door I'm your trash man
I'm steady lighting another hash and riding in my jag
You will need a gas mask man
You snakes, stop hiding in the grass
Sooner or later I'll cut it, now the blades in yo' ass
You homo niggas getting Aids in the ass
While the homie here tryna get paid in advance
I'm staying on my grizzy I'm a bonafide hustler
Play me or play wit' me then I'm going find your mother
Niggas wanna eat cause they ain't ate nothing
But niggas wanna leave when you say you out of mustard
So I'm a walk into the restaurant alone, leaving out
Leaving behind just residue and bones
In your residence with Rugers to your dome
Like where the f*ck you holding the coke, holding your throat, choke

This, this, this, this, this, this, this,
This, this, this, this, this, this, this is Tha Carter

Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ (an' that my DJ)
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my 'cause that's my
Call me when you f*ckin' wit' me go DJ

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Mr. Carter

Yo
Yo, Drew and Inf', did this, this right here is crazy
I feel big, you know what I mean?
Like not-not big in the sense of weight, you know what I mean?
Like gainin' weight or nothin' like that, like colossal
Like, know what I mean, like
I heard you were lookin' for me

Hey, Mr. Carter, Mr. Carter (hello)
Tell me, where have you been? Where have you been? (You know)
'Cause they've been asking, they've been searching
They've been wondering why (I know)
Hey, Mr. Carter, Mr. Carter (hey, hello)
Tell me, where have you been? Where have you been? (Shit, you know)
'Cause they've been asking, they've been searching
They've been wondering why (hahaha)

Yeah, to you forever, from me to you
I heard somebody say "Church", I'ma need a suit
I'ma need a coupe, I won't need a roof
Flyer than Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice
I got the flow, I'm tryin' to see the roof
Didn't wear a bulletproof, so I got shot and you can see the proof
Blind eyes could look at me and see the truth
Wonder if Stevie do? But I'ma leave it to
God, not Beaver, neither you
'Cause I'ma murder Y, kill O and even U
Man, I got Summer hatin' on me 'cause I'm hotter than the Sun
Got Spring hatin' on me 'cause I ain't never sprung
Winter hatin' on me 'cause I'm colder than y'all
And I will never, I will never, I will never fall
I'm being hated by the seasons
So f*ck y'all who hatin' for no reason

Hey, Mr. Carter, Mr. Carter (I am him)
Tell me, where have you been? Where have you been? (Around the world and I'm back again)
'Cause they've been asking, they've been searching (Who's been asking 'bout me?)
They've been wondering why (in case you wonderin')
Hey, Mr. Carter, Mr. Carter (I am him)
Tell me, where have you been? Where have you been? (Around the world and I'm back again)
'Cause they've been asking, they've been searching (Who's been asking 'bout me?)
They've been wondering why (in case you wonderin')

Yeah, I been in and out the bank, bitch
While y'all asshole niggas been on the same shit
I flush and watch 'em go down the drain quick
Two words you never hear "Wayne quit"
'Cause Wayne win and they lose
I call them April babies, 'cause they fools
And when they snooze, we up
Feet up, like a parapleguc
Or paraplegic? I parallel park
In that red-and-yellow thing, old school Atlanta Hawk
Like I'm from College Park, but I'm from Hollygrove
Now all my Bloods scream "Su-Woo and "Da-da-do"
I know my role and I play it well
And I weigh it well on my Libra scale
I suck a pussy, f*ck a pussy, leave it there
Long hair, don't even care (Young!)

Hey, Mr. Carter, Mr. Carter (I am him)
Tell me, where have you been? Where have you been? (Around the world, now I'm back again)
'Cause they've been asking, they've been searching (Who's been asking 'bout me?)
They've been wondering why (in case you're wonderin')
Hey, Mr. Carter, Mr. Carter (I am him)
Tell me, where have you been? Where have you been? (Around the world, now I'm back again)
'Cause they've been asking, they've been searching (Who's been asking 'bout me?)
They've been wondering why (in case you're wonderin')

Chea, I'm right here in my chair with my crown and my dear
Queen B, as I share mic time with my heir
Young Carter, go farther, go further, go harder
Is that not why we came? And if not, then why bother?
Show no mercy in Murcielagos
So far from bein' the bastard that Marcy had fathered
Now my name's being mentioned with the martyrs
The Biggies and the Pacs and the Marleys and the Marcuses
Garvey, got me a molotov-cocktail flow
Even if you box well, can't stop the blows
Kaboom! The Roc Boy in the room
The dope boy I just came off the spoon
Also, I'm so fly I'm on auto-
Pilot, while guys just stare at my wardrobe
I see Euros, that's right, plural
I took so much change from this rap game, it's your go
(Hey Mr. Carter) Young

It's my go, yeah
And I'ma go so opposite of soft
Off the Richter, Hector, Camacho Man, Randy Savage
Far from average, above status-quo
Flow so pro
I know I ride slow, and when I pass they say
"What up, Killa?" Man, stop bringin' up my past
And next time you mention Pac, Biggie or Jay Z
Don't forget Weezy, baby

Hey, Mr. Carter, Mr. Carter (Amen)
Tell me, where have you been? Where have you been? (Yeah)
'Cause they've been asking, they've been searching
They've been wondering why (haha)
Hey, Mr. Carter, Mr. Carter (I am him)
Tell me, where have you been? Where have you been? (Hova)
'Cause they've been asking, they've been searching (Weezy)
They've been wondering why (baby)

Hey, Mr. Carter, Mr. Carter
Tell me, where have you been? Where have you been? (I been hustlin')
'Cause they've been asking, they've been searching (hustlin' hard)
They've been wondering why (chyeah)
Hey, Mr. Carter, Mr. Carter

And I swear to everything, when I leave this Earth
It's gon' be on both feet, never knees in the dirt
And you can try me, f*cker, but when I squeeze, it hurt
Fine, we'll lose two lives, yours and mine
Give me any amount of time, don't let Ms. Carter grieve
At the funeral parlor, drippin' tears down my sleeve
Give me any amount of time, don't let Ms. Carter grieve