| Lyrics: | [Mannie Fresh]
Look right here, this how we gon do this
Hook up the turn tables, whoof get
on the keyboard
And we gon run this for you, ya heard?
Yeah, check it out
Cash
Money...
Cash Money...
Cash Money...
Cash Money...
[Lil Wayne]
Ay, let me
slide in the Benz with the fished-out fins
Hit the mall wit my girlfriends dish out
ends
Cause you know it ain't trickin if you got it
Copped baby girl what she desired
It's chump change ma, Marijuana skyler
Know'n what I got up in my styraphone cup - that
purple stuff
It was given to me at birth an stuff
So that's why I cop the Bentley with the
leather and the furry cups
[Baby Gangsta]
Hey, hold on mami them whips on
dubs
Cadillac Truck, 28's, no rubs
Slide in the Benz, fins, bubble-eyed lens
Car show in
New York, y'all know who wins
It's the Birdman daddy, with the Gucci Prada
Slant back Cup
Truck, no rims - can't holla
It's that Louie Fendi on Ostrich streets
It's the tailor-made
daddy, mami do you love me?
[TQ]
Baby, I'm a stunna
I ain't gon change
it
Don't.. you.. know.. it's a way of life?
Mami, do you want it?
Cause I'm about to
bring it
Oh baby, can't stop the stun, no, no
[Baby Gangsta]
Pop one, pop two with
the blue Nike shoes
Royal blue jag on 'em 22's
Slippers, white to breate, 500 Degreez
In
that Cadillac Truck on 'em 23's
I'm the boss of the game with the money and fame
All these,
naked women that pop Champaign
And these, marble floors stay high as Rick James
If you know
my name then you know my game
[Lil Wayne]
It's Lil' Whoody from the Hot Block where
seris flow
Gotta get dough, cha'll wonc1 |
