yeah C III baby. young weezy and young currency. ya understand me?
this how we doin.

di-diamonds and girls. di-diamonds and girls. di-diamonds and girls. di-diamonds and di-diamonds. di-diamonds and girls. and girls. and girls. di-diamonds and...

get em. uhh. like 5-6 chains on em. slick rick no patch just frames on em.
mark jacobs aviators and a v-neck. ten bitches. ten pistols on the ? jet.
and the drop top medina with the top up. im in the bitch getting net like a shotput.
100,000 for the grill, if i lie i die. flow sick, so sick, see the cianide. and heres my most funniest joke...."im broke". haaa

dont worry about me. the money got me. and i keep the burner on me like an ID. the lamborghini orange like vitamin C. and leave a bitch stuck like a kite in a tree. Weezy F. B. the money is the matter, I'm working like a bad bladder. M O B.

di-diamonds and girls. di-diamonds and girls. di-diamonds and girls. di-diamonds and di-diamonds. di-diamonds and girls. and girls. and girls. di-diamonds and... 

yeahh.hailing from the bottom of the map but standing at the top of the game. kush got a nigga looking like i could really use a nap but im still out whilin with the game. got diamonds in my chain more colors than the nothern lights. life is a traffic jam but im on a motorbike. zig zag and pass these bastards laughing at em. i got em suicidal like them doors on the phantom. yeah high spitter, nigga who you thought it was. bitches wanna hold me in the morning like a coffee mug, i dont try to lock em down cuz i am not an officer. i just knock them down in groups of ten, as if im in the lane aiming for bowling pins.then the style switch so quick have you thinking that the disc skipped. pimpin serious, make em bring it back like pass interference. 

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Lil Wayne:
Money ain't shit, bitches ain't neither
You know I'm on that grass, don't cut on the sprinklers
Pussy on my mind, on my breath and on my fingers
Niggas try to bite my style, but my style a jalapeno
I got skinny ass jeans, trucks on the pocket
Money talks, nigga, I'm caught up in that gossip
You know all my bitches badder, and all my swishas fatter
I milk this shit like cattle, that's my word like Scrabble
And yo main girl is a ho, I go Wayne's World in her throat
She swallow so many nuts, you fuck around, find a squirrel in her throat
I go tape worm in that ho, let my snake squirm in that ho
Nigga we take turns in that ho, these niggas so green they glow
I am the best thing since wet pussy, on my private jet with my chef cookin'
So big headed my neck crooked, my niggas foul when the ref's lookin'
My big bro is Mack Maine, so much weed I got grass stains
These nuts, that's baggage claim, I'm on them trees like Candy Canes
Lil Tunechi

2 Chainz:
I might book me for a show
Charge my ass the low and pick up the whole dough
That's hustlenomics, I was high in my class pictures
I like math, all I did was add bitches
Swagger galore, got your girl on all fours
It's not doggystyle, I call it froggystyle
You dog her out, I tell her, hop in
2 Chainz, my first chain had a twin
Gas in my blunt, watching ESPN
And, if that pussy good I wanna see her again
Yeah, I'm from College Park and I got ya broad with me
Salt water pool, I can put a shark in it
Everything authentic, plus I named my pistols
Last name Fuck, first name I Don't Give A
Pockets look pregnant, they 'bout to deliver
So when I start pimpin', you know the procedure

Lil Wayne:
All my niggas gangstas, all my bitches freaks ... Read more »

[Lil Wayne]
Hey ya
I came to talk about this girl that had my love it seems
I went away for a while
She gave my love away
I really shouldn’t blame her
But now that p-ssy is a stranger

[Lloyd]
Baby, somethings on my mind I gotta say it
Yeah, Your p-ssy done changed
It’s the same girl and thats a shame
(A crying shame baby)
Oooh, aint being funny
I know another bee’s been in that honey
Ooh, baby, her p-ssy done changed
It’s such a shame girl and thats a shame
(who the hell you giving my loving to girl?)

Oooh Nooo
Tell me where that p-ssy gone
Cause it don’t feel the same
(I miss that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy)

Oooh Nooo
(why you do me like that baby)
Why is that happening to me
Oooh Nooo
She told me that it was not missin’

(I miss that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy)
Oooh Nooo
Yeah yeah yeah yeh
She, she used to be a really special lady
I guess she’s feeling kinda freaky lately
It’s such a shame cause now the p-ssy’s changed
(P-ssy changed)
She used to squeeze me
Grip me tight so she can please me
But now-now, that p-ssy changed

It’s such a shame, that p-ssy changed
Oooh Nooo
Where did ya p-ssy go?
Cause girl, I need to know

(I miss that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy)
Oooh Nooo

I’ma about to kill it bitch
Oooh Nooo
She gave away all my money
(I miss that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy)
Oooh Nooo
Yeah, yeah, yeh

[Andre 3000]
Damn, doll, do change ya all?
I’m your number fan belt they are not important
I don’t use a cordless, microphone
They don’t feel real to me
Meaning real woman
Others ?
You my ? green box When I couldn’t ... Read more »

[Verse 1]
Runnin' from the scene, Hammer in my jeans
Dead bodies behind me, the cops'll never find me
Arm & Hammer Clean on my way to the honeycombe
Hustle all night tell my bitch I'm never coming home
Be there in the morning, stop cryin' bitch
The sun is home, drop it on the living room table
Bitch the money home, I know you ain't gon' stay once the money gone
So while I'm rich I pull my dick and get my f**kin' on
Youngin' on some real "Gangsta Gangsta" shit
Blame it on the neighborhood I was sanctioned in
But I'ma make sure we get them acres
Tell 'em f**k computers, we good with paper
Tell 'em f**k the world 'cause I'm hood by nature
Feelin' that way is how the hood'll make ya
The hood is vacant, the streets are empty, yeah
Mr. Bush, rebuild the city, but

[Verse 2]
Yeah, over like yesterday floatin' to the floodgates
This is New Orleans, welcome to the blood state
A blood bath, and you ain't nothin' but tub bait
No political justice not even the judge safe
If his ass can't swim he get a closed case
We need our own space, I ain't talkin' about Jupiter
No luck, no help and we the f**kin' future
I'm a hoosier, usually the cool one
But when I need it, I turn into a looter
God forgive, but do he forgive the brutal
Even when it's for the better of your junior
Soon you see that life's just another movie
And the main character dies at the end, usually
There's nothin' that haven't been done that you can do to me
I been hit, I been shot nigga shoot at me!

[Verse 3]
Yeah, Money on the mind, murder in the plans
Disturbin' if you may, but it's dinner for the fam
Hustler by law, support when I can
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I REMEMBER THEN
BACK IN DECEMBER, IT WUZ WINTER
LIKE '89
SHID I MUST OF BEEN 7 goin on 8
AND COMIN FROM DA KITCHEN WUZ A ECHO FROM ALL DAT BASE
AND I AINT TALKIN BOUT SPEAKAS HMM MMM
I SAW MY DADDY IN THERE,I WOULD STARE
BUT I WOULDNT TOUCH
BUT IT WASNT BECAUSE I DIDNT KNOW ENOUGH
SHID..I JUS KNEW TOO MUCH
SO I STOP BEIN LAZY,AND I BECAME CREATIVE
AND I LEARNED HOW TO CREATE IT
??AND ALL DAT POTS FOR ME???
SO COME SEE OR COME EAT

AND I HOPE DAT SHE IS HAVING DA RIDE OF HER LIFE
NO RED LIGHTS INSIDE,JUS A BARE ROOM WIT GREEN LIGHTS HMMM MMM
COME ON NOW 
WHO DID YOU,WHERE DID YOU,WHY DID YOU WHAT DID YOU THINK SHE WAS
HAAHAAA BLESS UR ??HOLE??
MY GUNS OF WATER HELP YOUR GARDEN GROW...NO

YEAH I KNOW DAT WUZ CRAZY
BUT I THINK U ARE MORE CRAZY..YER 
THAN HER
CUZ SHE IS NO DAISY
SHID SHE JUS POTTERY
WIT NO SEEDS
SO SHE CANT EAT

MY HEROES HAD DA BROADS AND DA CARS WIT BIG OL RIMS
AND I COULD REMEMBER SLANGIN,THINKIN 
I WANNA BE LIKE THEM 
EVER SINCE I WAS LITTLE,EVER SINCE I WAS LITTLE 
I LIVED LIFE NUMB

IT MADE SO MUCH SINCE FOR ME TO RUN
WHEN DA 5-0 COME
CUZ I AINT DUMB

AND DAT SHID I HATED
LIKE EARLY 90s LATE 80s
I WUZ HUSLTIN AS A BABY
U CAN ASK EAGLE STREET,ABOUT ME
IMA G

EVER SINCE I WUZ LITTLE EVA SINCE I WUZ LITTLE I TOTE MY GUN
CUZ IT MADE NO SENSE WHERE I WUZ FROM hmmm 
TO WALK AROUND WIT NONE
SHID,NICCA U WOULD BE CRAZY
CUZ NICCAS IS CRAZY
AND IM A 80s BABY
U SHOULD BE PROUD OF ME
CUZ IN DEM STREETS
IM HOT LIKE DA 80s
AND MY TEMPERATURES RAISIN
IM AT 100 IM BLAZIN
SUMBODY SHOWER ME
PLEASE PRETTY PLEASE

YOU CAN CALL ME WIZZLE OR U CAN CALL ME WAYNE
MAN EITHA ONE BUT ITS WEEZY BABY FOR YOU ... Read more »

She don't call me Tunechi no more, she call me bae

Lil Wayne:
Oh I, don't give a fuck about these niggas all in my face
Cause I'm in the club goin' up, on a weekday
I got an off day tomorrow, I'ma sleep late
I brought a bad bitch too, she got a beef cake
And she go each way, she need a teammate
I got a bad bitch at home makin' me plates
She lock the door, set the alarm, and text me she safe
I got a big booty bitch with a petite waist
I get my back scratched up, she get her knees scraped
Then she ride that dick, oh freeway
And now them titties sittin' nice yeah, I wanna bite yeah
I could fuck you right yeah, all night yeah
That's word to my right hand, that's my mic hand
Shorty with the nice ass needs some flight plans
I'ma fuck her right fast, fly her right back
Hold up, now we suckin' and fuckin'
And suckin' and fuckin', and suckin' and fuckin'
I'm cumin', I'm cumin', I'm cumin'
She got that hoppita, hoppita, I love her
Like wobble, we tonguin', we fuckin'
We tonguin', we fuckin', I'm cumin'

Flow:
I got a bitch named Vanessa, she like how I finesse her
I'm comfortable by her I put my pistol on her dresser
Had a threesome with her sister
They thought I was scared to ask them
Bust a nut then hit the bathroom
Grab a towel and clean my mess up
I be swaggin' on these hoes, I ain't laughin' with these hoes
I would crack your fuckin' skull before I crack a fuckin' joke
Got some OG straight from Cali
And some backwoods from the store
Got a message from Lil Tune
And he sent pictures of your ho
And we got groupies in the hallway
Set that dick all on her body
Bet there's roaches in my ash tray
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Verse 1: 
where my niggaz at it's play it raw time baby 
load up the guns guerilla war time baby 
light up the blunts light up the block time dawg 
choppers with drums ozzee's and glock time dawg 
whoever he with they better stay cause they to nice 
and whoever and hit jump out the window and get it right 
then we run in his house and hit the body and haul them out 
then we empty the clip and let the Lord sort em out 
bust it really, it ain't no stopping me cause i hang up to that ville 
and now i'm tieing on my bandanna and i'm cocking back 
jump out the Hummer and say lil shorty wear your stocking cap 
dawg we got automatics, two shooters, six shots, and 50 round drums 
hit your daddy, you suki, you son, your wife and move your momma 
cause i'm off the wall, off the hook, off the chain 
got a sawd oil tec and i'm bout to knock off your brain 
tell em' 

Chorus: 
Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga 
Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie! 
Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga 
Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie! 

Verse 2: (B.G.) 
If drama come to me then it come 
for that i got two glocks and a k with a drum 
that's what i ride with not what i got got ducked off 
the mac, sweeper, the six shot, pump that sawd off 
i got the tillery when beef kick 
i got soldiers ready to march when that beef start 
i got niggaz be in that zone on that herion 
i got niggaz ready to kill when shit get real 
i got niggaz that play all out akirts of the field 
so get caught up in that place and your brain get spilled 
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Lil Wayne:
I ain't nervous, I swear to God I ain't nervous
And I'm laughing at them pussy niggas and that pussy shit they doin'
I'm getting cake like I'm Jewish, my nigga Drake he Jewish
I swear to god I ain't nervous, okay I swear to god I ain't nervous
I swear to god I ain't nervous, I say, I swear to god I ain't nervous
I got her workin, twerkin and slurping my sepernt
Ain't got no problems in this bitch-for certain
I see you turnin up but your turn up ain't workin
Just want some mouth and lip service
Yeah, I'm getting head behind the Maybach curtains

Ok I'm straight action-no ricochet
That pussy boneless, that's Chick-fil-a
I fuck with real riders and they tickets paid
Niggas cryin wolf, well I'll wipe them tears away
I swear my momma trust my work, so I give these hoes that work
They say the best things in life are free, that's why it cost for you to get get murked
And my pants saggin like fuck it I'm still on my business
Spent my birthday in jail, I was making bad decisions
Saw my enemy at the light, I told Marley light the weed
Then I lit them niggas up before that motherfucker turned green
Your bitch ride me like a go kart
I play that pussy like Mozart
I Mozart these hoes hearts then after that they wordless

Lil Wayne:
Man, I swear to God I ain't nervous
I said I swear to God I ain't nervous
I dont know, I swear to God I ain't nervous
And that pussy don't get purchased, ho
Ain't got no problems in this bitch for certain
I see you turnin up but your turn up ain't working
I like em long haired and curvy
And if niggas think its a game, I'll leave their brains on their jerseys

She say she love me, thats the molly talking
Her pussy so wet it keep sliding o ... Read more »

[Intro: Birdman (Lil' Wayne)]
{Chopper straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) brrr
{Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} (uh-huh) believe that
{Chopper straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya)
{Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models}
Okay we poppin champagne like we won a championship game
(feel like i got on a chamionship rang)
Cuz I ball hard (no bitch we ball harder)
I am the Birdman (and Im the J.R.)

[Verse: Lil' Wayne]
Okay chopper straight shots and then pop bottles
Pour it on the models, shut up bitch swallow
If you cant swallow, shut up bitch Gargle
Straight up out the water wit my mark Jacob's goggles
Im fresher than a muthaf**ka, yea Im a muthaf**ka
No I wouldn't take ya girl but I should take her thong from her
Could you take it love woman, like no other woman
Im sorry sweetheart, I thought you were my other woman

[Hook: Birdman (Lil' Wayne)]
{Chopper straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya)
{Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} (uh-huh)

{Chopper straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya)
{Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models}
Okay we poppin champagne like we won a championship game
(feel like i got on a chamionship rang)
Cuz I ball hard (no bitch we ball harder)
I am the Birdman (and Im the J.R.)

[Verse: Birdman]
Now as I recline behind my desk
I aint got a lot of nikes but I got a lot of checks (money)
[Championship Pop Bottles lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]

Got my own shoe brand new on the set
Went from sittin on a cell to sittin on a jet
From shittin in a cell to shittin on a jet
I lost too many friends but I won too many bets (too many bets)
I made too much money I aint made enough yet
So I scratch, and yes Junior is the best (shawty)
So many niggaz from my hood on they back
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[Hook]
I need commas after my commas, commas after my commas
I need commas after my commas, commas after my commas
We ain’t talking no bands nigga, we ain’t talking no bands nigga
We ain’t talking no bands nigga, we ain’t talking no bands
I need commas after my commas, commas after my commas, money
I need commas after my commas, commas after my commas, money
We ain’t talking no bands nigga, we ain’t talking no bands nigga
We ain’t talking no bands nigga, we ain’t talking no bands, money

I got polo on my body, but I’m talking ferarri
White girl in the party, mary jane won’t you meet molly
Couldn’t feel no better, hunned thous on my sweater
Niggas say they cold, just a little bit under the weather
I mean, you done shits y’all leathers, get your shit together
I gave you niggas some time, now I got a vendetta
Damn niggas is basic, with the chapagne imported
Possoms get arranged and then they get recorded
See them diamonds they dance nigga, fucking up your plans nigga
Feel like david ruffy, cause we ain’t talking no bands nigga

[Hook]
I need commas after my commas, commas after my commas
I need commas after my commas, commas after my commas
We ain’t talking no bands nigga, we ain’t talking no bands nigga
We ain’t talking no bands nigga, we ain’t talking no bands
I need commas after my commas, commas after my commas, money
I need commas after my commas, commas after my commas, money
We ain’t talking no bands nigga, we ain’t talking no bands nigga
We ain’t talking no bands nigga, we ain’t talking no bands, money

Pussy nigga I hope you loosin sleep
That old money still new to me
I take a shower with a sexy broad
I put a thousand on a debit card
Birdman, ... Read more »