slum dog million, hold up. I'm so cold I think I froze up. Melt that money like its nothin. Ugh. Spend it like I print it bitches blow it by the hundreds
fete chase been doin it for a while Phunk Dog on the beat with it jig with it Hustlers play for keep with it so I keep my heat with it (A bay bay thats
shit with my babymama with me... [Lil Wayne:] Stop playin bitch nigga you don't know what I got tucked in my pants it go blam, it go bam I'm sayin, I
you wit it? You ain't got shit to say less you did it You ain't never came from nothin' and blew wit it (But) Who did it? (Yep) I did it YB, that's the
Wale) Wale, I kick it, I kick it like Olindo I wear my Nike boots in Gucci I don't wear no Timbo I kick it any tempo I'm lifted off the indo I'm poppin
] Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who
nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed
, I don't know Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don
it BOZO. Haha yeaahh, we poppin and I do my dougie I ain't talkin beat boxin, skinny jeans get ta swagg leave rockin betcha can't do it like me boy stop it. I
do about it, why don't you juss test me, you won't wanna do without it, Know I'm comin at ya hard, meetin a thug and I ain't givin up til I get that
to believe I was sick When I wasn't 'til I grew up, now I blew up It makes you sick to ya' stomach, doesn't it Wasn't it the reason you made that CD
Thurr' he glistening" I ain't come to talk, talk, I ain't come to sit, sit What I came for was to find out who I'm gon' hit, aww shit (Whachu doin'?)
the tranks, I rank on it I'ma keep it hood and Tyra can Bank on it And where I be, you niggaz got bank on it Spit hot shit like the mic got a make on
thumpin' Bottles is poppin', it's gonna be sumthin' (It's gon' be somethin') 'Cause I don't care if my ladies in here And you know, I don't care if your
I spit real, everything I spit ill Everything I spit sick, for real When shit switch, ain't shit changed Like Rick James, I'm rich, bitch Get change, big chain and wrist gliss I
] I figured it out: ya'll niggaz ain't as big as yo' mouth My street-value well it ain't won't even fit in yo' couch When I bust titties come out
that shit, this ain't no motherfuckin' drill Get crunk with it, get loose with it Like short said, let Bruce Bruce hit it Get crunk with it, get loose
I cock the Nah I ain't gon' tell ya, I keep that to myself But you gon' see it if you don't let me keep it to myself Don't make me start man, I'm from