[Intro - Lil Wayne] Yeah, it's on Basically.. I got the Streets and the boot with me Dedication trois [Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] Now let me talk my shit!
'm on one F-ck it, I'm on one Two white cups and I got that drink Could be purple, it could be pink Depending on how you mix that shit Money that we got, never get that
thats the double up If you get in trouble that just mean you f**king up It's a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up I call the plays, muthaf**k huddle up [Lil
! [Hook] YEEEAH! Dough is what I got lil' mama, Dough is what I got pretty lady Dough is what I got Shawty Dough is what I got baby C'mon I'm, Paid,
me head, Call that two faced, Bitch I'm too great, Take your food tray, I was born on doomsday, Ain't no nigga like me, What's up to my gang, Big B's
think they He-Man, pow, pow, the end Talking to myself because I am my own consultant Married to the money, fuck the world, that's adultery You full
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] Lights on, I see your face She eat me up, she got expensive taste I see you dreaming, but you still awake Big slices, that's how
conglomerate, just respect my conglomerate [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Young Money in charge, Yes It's Little Wayne, but the moneys enlarged. Priorities Young Money & God, Now they
a brighter day (Toni Braxton) So lets start giving (Lil Wayne) Therea??s a choice wea??re making Wea??re saving our own lives Ita??s true wea??ll make
nigga Cooler than anti-freeze defrost on your window pane - Lil Wayne But in Hollywood it's Litt-le Wayne Don't make me nut So that's why I got a pre-
your boots before they start to shoot Let's do it for the troops, it's Young Money salute It's Young Money salute, it's Young Money salute It's Young
m on one F-ck it, I'm on one Two white cups and I got that drink Could be purple, it could be pink Depending on how you mix that shit Money that we got, never get that
my thoughts seem dark Pistol on my side, you don't wanna hear that thing talk Let the king talk, check the price and pay attention Lil' Wayne, that's what they
the call So don't make me get to dialin' out Nick got that "cannon", yeah that nigga be Wild 'N' Out They ain't ballin', these niggas is filin' out They ain't throwin' jabs, they
Ok i spazz, i curse u last, im first im on ur ass like dirt behind that cash, get murk im talkin big sh-t n-gga, join my hit list n-gga whats the matter
a waitress on the under tryna' give me some face They played some Lil Wayne Mixed with some T-Pain They mashed a Journey record Now they dropped some Coldplay And now they playin' my song The girls, they
Badu at? Who that? Who that said they gon' beat Lil? Wayne My name ain't Bic, but I keep that flame Now who that wanna do that, boy you knew that chew
call me McGuyver Let them spit Make them hit the saliva I don't play around about my dough So mean with green Whatever I say goes That's why your girlfriend