[Chorus x2: Baby] Shit, we tryin' to get it all together And spend a lil chaddar and fly in any weather nigga And homie you get the money and the power Then them hoes come and holla and fly in any weather pimpin'
[Weezy] I see you haters, hatin' on the way a nigga think But I'm laughing, laughing all the way to the bank And I, I kinda act like my shit don't stink On a toilet with the burner taped under the sink Like a Russian I'll rullet the bullet Yea straight to ya head give a nigga a mullet I'm a Cash Money brother a lover of money Yea the tummy is showin' but the hunger is growin' What part cha' don't understand What you ain't know I'm like Kobe You niggaz can't check me go head Bowens And I never left the team cause I'm catchin' every pass Stunna McNabb yeah he like go head Owens yea Bet I'd put a nigga on his ass Squlou and Big Whop make show he don't last And young Wayne do song about the story With Birdman singin' on the chorus, nigga
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[Baby] Look, a ticket here and a ticket there And I'm the first out the hood to get rich nigga still here Its big paper in the prime of my life my nigga We take it off ya' shoulder broad daylight my nigga It's Stunna Island biggest baler in the city The Range Rover rally strip on them 26's Gucci down when the Birdman in ya' town We blow out the pound rollin' through Uptown Canary yellow Cash Money iced out piece Like father, like son we beasts on these streets Well let me bring you back to 1993 Where I met four lil niggaz in the 3 We got big, we grinded in them city streets And three left and they all tryin' na beef me There's one Birdman and one J.R We neighborhood superstars fuck y'all
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[Weezy] Murcing every murderer In the garden I'm burstin' hittin' serpents up And in the Carter we still workin' with that work for ya' I'm the God and the turban fits perfect, word Puffing' on that precious piff purple herb swerve Dang, -is on the curve The fed's walkin' so I'm talking with slurge And we never sell a bird to a mockingbird We find out where you stay and we mark your turf Lace ya' house with a bomb make you walk in first Oh, and ya' is sharp with hers She cook a nigga steaks and cool-aid for thirst, yeah See we murderers but do it like gangsta We really never show it but everybody know it And Slim askin' me to focus on the flow While I'm tryin' to have coke for the low on the low, man
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