Ayy, hello? (Who is this?) I just got off the phone with DDawg (not gon' say) Ayy, you keep stuck up in your ways, you gon' fall, slime (Goddamn, BJ with another one) Man, I know that shit, nigga Yeah, don't know, ayy, but look, though I ran up that money so motherfuckin' high, ayy I swear to God I could stop rappin' now, nigga I wouldn't give a fuck 'bout what you think, bitch I can't take the clean route, I'm G'd up They talk down, I'm rich now, lil' nigga, I can head home Fresh up out a cell block, can fill up an arena I'm turnt up, you try and get your face blown I'm smokin' on doja, I pull up rollin' on some ign'ant shit Know the opp pack potent, police pull us over, bitch, get rid of it Motherfuck them shows, I ain't leavin' my home, bitch, I'm really rich (bitch, I'm rich) And I'm so caught up in my ways, I tint out all that shit Order 750 from the bank, and they say, "Goddamn" I ain't gotta walk in, I just call, they know who I am Flex on Instagram and go to tweakin', seem like I spam So many plaques around this bitch, fuck who don't like what I'm sayin' Swervin' in that Lam' with the gang, we all tool totin' (tool totin') You start this shit, on Dump, we end it with them tools blowin' (tools blowin') Pussy, I was tryna buy a soul, but my bro stole it (man, he stole it) Swipe too much, interior rig, I think my car totaled (car totaled) Yeah, fuck your lingo, how you bomin', nigga? (Yeah, yeah) I'ma post the Trey on 38, I hear ya comin', nigga Probably got my stick out with a big ass stack of hundreds, nigga Better have your stick out, release six off when you turnin', nigga, uh, mmh How you get them cars and all that jewelry? Nigga, I don't know How you spent that money and still got millions? Nigga, I don't know How I got all them bitches and don't want one? Nigga, I don't know Why you actin' slow? Nigga, fuck it, let your chrome blow (Ayy, why you been on some stupid shit with everybody, YoungBoy?) Nigga, I don't know (Ayy, why you feel like all these hoes ain't shit?) Nigga, I don't know (Ayy, I really do know, but I really don't know, but look here) Nigga, I don't know (Ayy, just roll a blunt up and light the strong, nigga, bah) Pussy nigga, say that you want smoke, then let your chrome blow Bitch, stop all that hatin', just come say somethin', what you on, foe? Jumpin' in that Maybach, in my styrofoam, red dope I'm full of pills, in my Bentley, who that is? Your ho Why them bitches don't wan' nominate Lil Top? I don't wan' know I'm from the streets, I got that guap, this shit I'm blessed for This shit around my wrist'll get you popped or get you stepped on (get you popped, bitch) But on the other end, I don't get nothin' less than one-fifty a show How you get them cars and all that jewelry? Nigga, I don't know How you spent that money and still got millions? Nigga, I don't know How I got all them bitches and don't want one? Nigga, I don't know Why you actin' slow? Nigga, fuck it, let your chrome blow I can't take the clean route, I'm G'd up They talk down, I'm rich now, lil' nigga, I can head home Fresh up out a cell block, can fill up an arena I'm turnt up, you try and get your face blown Savage nigga, I don't know Uh, yeah, Lil Top, nigga, I don't know Bitch on Vogue, nigga, I don't know Who I'm fuckin' with, that's your ho

What up, Rippah? I come from posted on the block with them hot boys Seven of us riding on a bike, toting them fire rods A smoker showed me how to sit and make the powder Von showed me never go to sleep, he press all the cards Bitch, what it is? We can talk about it Skinny nigga, pockets thick, my bitch got a wide body Hopping off the jet and I got twenty racks in every pocket Cross get set on fire, niggas die if you try to stop me Jail cells, I was only 12, getting put in them Hood hoes tryna come up off you, I grew up with them Snake niggas, straight up hating niggas, bitch, I run with them Fuck niggas with that sneak dissing, I ain't hearin' them Hold on, now let me turn up on a ho Your favorite rapper ratting on the low Hundred shots in that cutter, we got that Chevy sitting low And my youngins, they reckless, blow all the hinges off your door Shoot that forty twenty times, they gon' start calling one time And I remember one time, I think it was in '09 And I couldn't seem to stop crying, mama put me on medics And I never took real and real killer, unapologetic Bitch, and we forever stepping, hit a nigga with that fire Boomer really slang that iron, behind it I caught bodies raw Let me talk my shit, matter fact, check out my Diddy Bop You all steady running wild, fifty in that forty Glock, c'mon Old niggas on that old shit, it's a young nigga time A bigger picture, bigger difference, it's a young nigga rhyme Head over water, he say all he do is step with that iron Catch that nigga slipping, knock his heart from out his chest with that iron Big boss, that lil' nigga with that big talk Cutter got a big spark, Lil B'll let that stick off Plus half of these niggas, I could tell you what your bitch 'bout Richer than your daddy, with my moms in a big house Young nigga pull up with them shooters and I fold you I won't ever let these niggas get me, that's a no-no High definition, VVS's, on my son, ho What is shit you could do that hurt me when I'm done, ho? Tryna bust a nigga head, and I'm like: Yes, sir, yes, sir Got some shit up in my trunk'll rip a nigga's vest up Shawty tryna fuck a nigga, she want me to bless her Cousin killed by Fat Phil, she don't know we stretched him Gave some molly to that bitch, now she wanna do something Couldn't rep that violence with the thirty, youngin tryna shoot something Out on Holly, past 1:30, bitch, we tryna move something In the morning, was flashing early, I was going through something Old niggas on that old shit, it's a young nigga time A bigger picture, bigger difference, it's a young nigga rhyme Head over water, he say all he do is step with that iron Catch that nigga slipping, knock his heart from out his chest with that iron Big boss, that lil' nigga with that big talk Cutter got a big spark, Lil B'll let that stick off Plus half of these niggas, I could tell you what your bitch 'bout Richer than your daddy, with my moms in a big house

Lemme talk my shit, I'ma talk about it, huh, huh Lemme talk my shit, fuckin' talk about it, huh, huh Lemme talk my shit, fuckin' talk about it, huh, huh Lemme talk my shit, fuckin' talk about it Huh, huh Lemme talk my shit, fuckin' talk about it, huh, huh Lemme talk my shit, fuckin' talk about it, huh, huh Yeah, ballin' ass nigga, yeah, Meechy Baby, yeah Yeah, I'ma heroin flippin', yeah, gravediggin', yeah Big ol' bag, put it on your head, I can get you dead Old slimy ass nigga, yeah, green flag, yeah 4K Trey, you know I'm reppin' that, I'ma step for that Send a flunkey, you won't get him back, you gon' get him whacked (uh) Huh, huh Lemme talk my shit, fuckin' talk about it, huh, huh Lemme talk my shit, fuckin' talk about it, huh, huh Lemme talk my shit, fuckin' talk about it, huh, huh Lemme talk my shit, fuckin' talk about it, huh, huh Lemme talk my shit, fuckin' talk about it, huh Lemme talk my shit, fuckin' talk about it, uh, uh Lemme talk my shit, fuckin' talk about it, huh Lemme talk my shit, fuckin' talk about it (lemme, let) This a stolen stick Bitch, I'm dirty walkin', let's go, let's go I just spent them racks on top of your bitch I'm talkin' 'bout 34, I'm 38 (huh, huh, huh, huh) Bitch, this chopper bangin' like it's 808 Bitch, don't come this way Ain't nobody safe, we put guns to face (fuck that shit) Head bobbin', I'm jumpin' wild with this dirty Choppin' lil' nigga, yeah (yeah, yeah) I'ma Diddy bop 'em with this .40 Glock I'ma leave him topless, lil' nigga (pop) (huh) Fuck the stove, I need the microwave, fuck that pot, lil' nigga Bring that Drac' out, I want shoot several ways Fuck that Glizzy pistol (boom, boom boom, boom) With the Margiela steppin', I'm poppin' It's a cook on the beat like Hibachi Got that Xan' and that X in my body (in my body) Got the Perkys, they jump out a body I be coolin' real quick and get violent (violent) Once they start it, I up it, I shot it Fuck what you hear, give a fuck about your body (fuck) Who outside here say, where Top at? (Ay, ay) On the pills, on the rap, and I'm glitching On the codeine, I'm scratching and itching (scratching and itching) Meechy number one chemist in kitchen (chemist in kitchen) All my baby mamas washing dishes, yeah (washing dishes) Bitch staring like a geek on a bitch On the bed, I jump, BET on a bitch, yeah Fuckin' that ho, I'm lovin' that ho' (uh, uh) Then kick out that lil' bitty bitch, yeah (uh, uh, uh, uh) Huh, huh Lemme talk my shit, fuckin' talk about it, huh, huh Lemme talk my shit, fuckin' talk about it, huh, huh Lemme talk my shit, fuckin' talk about it, huh, huh Lemme talk my shit, fuckin' talk about it, huh, huh Lemme talk my shit, fuckin' talk about it, huh (fuckin' talk yo' shit) Lemme talk my shit Fuckin' talk about it uh, uh (Meechy got this shit) Lemme talk my shit Fuckin' talk about it, huh (yeah, who gon' pop us bitch) Lemme talk my shit, fuckin' talk about it (yeah, 4K Trey)

I need to talk to Mike Laury Hello? It's Mike Laury I'm runnin' and I'm runnin', yeah (Dubba-AA Flex) Uh, my mama slime, my sister slime, my brother slime My daddy slime, yeah, he slime (Louie Bandz made another one) Ayy, now how you wanna do it? (How you wanna do it, nigga?) I'm in here (What you on for?) Ayy, 4KTrey, you know, free D-Dawg, nigga I'm on that same shit, nobody safe, look (This is the sound) Let's go Boom, baow, pussy bitch, don't try to run now Fuck nigga ain't have his head on I'ma make sure that these niggas hear me through they headphones I've been cooling But these pussy bitches just won't leave me 'lone (Look) Crack you in your shit just to see what's on your mind, huh (Bitch) I'm YoungBoy, YB Kayla, YBN, she slime Police on my ass, gotta watch the way I'm slidin' He acting hype, them slimes roll down and ease his mind, and yeah I pull up acting in a four door You would think my niggas with me in this bitch, but, boy, I'm solo And Meechie in the South but still'll come and kick your front door Bro geekin' off that soft, but wildin' out, bitch, if you don't know I'm telling you niggas, I drop a bag just to finish you niggas He think it's done, but that's his ass, I'm gon' get rid of you niggas At a show or anything, bitch, we gon' hit at you niggas I want 'em all, that's on my dawg, bitch, we gon' get at you niggas Peel your block and try to catch a nigga outside I'm thuggin' for real, I tell you, bitch, I cross the law line I'm 'bout mine, let's slang iron, Three run down with that Glock 9 Motherfuck if they clutchin', they all in trouble, I'ma bust mine Hold on, grew up in that fire, huh He came out a slime, huh He don't wanna talk 'cause you gon' die, yeah ('Cause you gon' die) Muthafuck who come behind, huh 'Cause bitch, we slangin' iron, huh Take his ass up top like high five, look Don't give a fuck 'bout who you call Or who come out of town The city know we step on shit, I'm slime Don't give a fuck 'bout who they 'round 'Cause we gon' get them all We ain't the ones to rep on bitch Check out my murder man dance, look Pull on side him, dump a hundred in the car (Boom, baow) Catch you slippin', then you ain't gon' see tomorrow (Uh-uh) This for Dump, behind him we dyin' hard (Uh) I go by top, get out your top, I draw the sword (Bitch, what up?) Everybody in here slimin' with a nigga, ayy They ain't on shit, they don't want no problem with a nigga, yeah These hoes ain't shit, I put a Remy on a pillow, yeah Mention an opp, I tell her stop until it build up (Bitch, dumb) Bro just wrote me in a message and I read it, what it said? He joced off you about your ex and then he dead (That nigga dead) I'm bangin' green but I get mad and leave all red I been that nigga, you gon' get that through your head Bitch, yeah Grew up in that fire, huh He came out a slime, huh He don't wanna talk 'cause you gon' die, yeah ('Cause you gon' die) Muthafuck who come behind, huh 'Cause bitch, we slangin' iron, huh Take his ass up top like high five, look Don't give a fuck 'bout who you call Or who come out of town The city know we step on shit, I'm slime Don't give a fuck 'bout who they 'round 'Cause we gon' get them all We ain't the ones to rep on bitch Check out my murder man dance, look Grew up in that fire He came out a slime He don't wanna talk 'cause you gon' die, yeah (You gon' die) (This is the sound) Don't give a fuck who come behind 'Cause bitch we slangin' iron Take his ass up top like high five Don't give a fuck 'bout who you call Or who come out of town The city know we step on shit, yeah (We gon' kill them too) Don't give a fuck 'bout who they 'round (Nah) 'Cause we gon' get them all (All) We ain't the ones to rep on bitch

BJ on the beat, boy Why the temperature say 80 degrees And I'm the only one fuckin' cold in here? Maybe 'cause you're the only one with all these goddamn chains on You think? (Goddamn, BJ with another) 13 hoes like Steve Nash Louis V duffle, keep the racks in the bag I'm tryna take the whole team in I got enough rooms for all they ass Follow who back? Tell the hoe follow me Plenty racks, thirty straps in my Kollar jeans Got them Forgiato wheels, steady tearin' up the streets Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans Take a dub, get some 'woods from the store Actin' tough, put some wood on a hoe Plenty lumber, we be ridin' like some hunters In the jungle, in the neck of the woods with my bros Ask Patrol, I ain't never gon' fold When they go down, we gon' see who gon' froze And my chain on freeze Don't correct the way I speak, if I ain't fuckin' up my count Ayy, why you watching what I'm doin'? She took shots and won over Top I'm on a lap, but won't go overboard I'm feelin' her, she feelin' Lil Top He want someone else every time I get bored I'ma sin like I'm 'Sace, he play all the chords If you call out for help, I'll never ignore it Any diamond you want, I got caked up for it Wake up chasin' that money, we makin' up for it, yeah They wan' ride with the slime (Let's go) Ride with the, ride with the, ride with the slime She gon' take all the time for her to play with my mind She tryna fuck up my grind, ain't no way that nigga slime, ooh 13 hoes like Steve Nash Louis V duffle, keep the racks in the bag I'm tryna take the whole team in I got enough rooms for all they ass Follow who back? Tell the hoe follow me Plenty racks, thirty straps in my Kollar jeans Got them Forgiato wheels, steady tearin' up the streets Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans Car go, from a push of a button Gun go, from a look all of sudden I got money steady comin' as I'm spendin' every hundred Dead man by the bundle, you can join if you wanna Why she dissin' on a nigga? I ain't stuntin' on a hoe I got money, I said, I can transform any hoe Make a bitch 4K Trey, I'ma learn me a hoe Cut the grass for the snakes 'til the lawn motor blow 13 hoes like Steve Nash Louis V duffle, keep the racks in the bag I'm tryna take the whole team in I got enough rooms for all they ass Follow who back? Tell the hoe follow me Plenty racks, thirty straps in my Kollar jeans Got them Forgiato wheels, steady tearin' up the streets Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans For whoever tryna follow me (For whoever tryna follow me) In a safe location, close to sea (In a safe location, close to sea) Hidin' out on the beach, no, literally (Hidin' out on the beach, no, literally) Away from the drama It's just me and me and my 5th baby mama (5th baby mama) You don't want no problems Got that .45 up this bitch, that motor-stopper (That what Herm call it) They took red off the market, got six in the pint, for the 3K, I cop it Bought a watch like a 10K, the X what it sign for, I come out my pocket I had to make me some spiritual choices to knock off his noggin' I wanted some shit with more horses I went to the lot, had to widen the body Rich nigga shit, suck a rich nigga dick And don't tell nobody about it Cut you off like the hair on your twat Bitch, I got youngins, they ready to stop shit 13 hoes like Steve Nash Louis V duffle, keep the racks in the bag I'm tryna take the whole team in I got enough rooms for all they ass Follow who back? Tell the hoe follow me Plenty racks, thirty straps in my Kollar jeans Got them Forgiato wheels, steady tearin' up the streets Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans 13 hoes like Steve Nash Louis V duffle, keep the racks in the bag I'm tryna take the whole team in I got enough rooms for all they ass BJ on the beat, boy (Goddamn, BJ with another one)

How come gettin money never gets boring How come gettin money never gets boring Baby I gotta stack, what you gonna do for it Then you bring it back like the Mothaf-ckin chorus And you bring it back back back back back back back And you bring it back back back back back like a motherf-ckin chorus Back on my set Tool in my hand Big money was the plan So i'm back where I started Back where it come from Back where we went wit it Third ward soldier out the Phantom doing big business Situations thick you got the homie toting two two's Comin back old skool Did it like he want to Headed to the pen now he back up on the slab Big money of the ab Hundred g's in cash Brand new whip, old skool Caddy The dump truck A stash spot Then came up Its more 1's Nigga Versace sheets Serve is more money in the new fleet How come gettin money never gets boring How come gettin money never gets boring Baby I gotta stack, what you gonna do for it Then you bring it back like the Mothaf-ckin chorus And you bring it back back back back back back back And you bring it back back back back back like a motherf-ckin chorus Bought a new Phantom Suede with the gators Brand new Louis always ready to spray it Like father like son Money is a must These hoe's we don't trust Brand new trucks Shined every summer Ran wit the numbers Stash spot cool got a 50 piece humming Back up on my saddle nigga hustle for my shine Just an ordinary nigga on a million dollar grind Big timer old skool, new skool nigga Is more money homie More money more money more money homie My b-tchs paid Cavalli Shades Blowin haze, Everyday How come gettin money never gets boring How come gettin money never gets boring Baby I gotta stack, what you gonna do for it Then you bring it back like the Mothaf-ckin chorus And you bring it back back back back back back back And you bring it back back back back back like a motherf-ckin chorus Flip another hundred Get another Hundred Spend another Hundred Burn another Hundred Blow another Hundred Fuck another Hundred Get big money nigga, Stuntin on a hundred 50 Whips extra clips did it for the sunshine Garbage bag full hard body wit a fireline Flip another brick, Drink a little dip Stunna Island nigga shinin' wit a bad bitch AR Nigga, riding skinny tires Fully loaded high when you floatin' in the sky Rockin' Gucci blades, ridin triple blades Tats on the face, A Nigga's been paid How come gettin money never gets boring How come gettin money never gets boring Baby I gotta stack, what you gonna do for it Then you bring it back like the Mothaf-ckin chorus And you bring it back back back back back back back And you bring it back back back back back like a motherf-ckin chorus

(Feat. Lil' Wayne) 100... stunna!.wot it is nigga?...i fucking love it!.we ride and die fo this money nigga!.(haha) its your turn. Lil wayne chrous (2x) I gat(belive that) and im so tired of this grind, but they say i aint grindin, if i aint tired, so im grindin with my eyes wide, lookin to find the way through day a life for da night, dear lord took so many of my people, and im just wondering why you never take my life, so what the hell am i doing right (2x) (yeah) Birdman Dear lord, help me, give out this water cant go under cause i got my son and my dawta, i cant beat that, we cant do that, we had to get it how we life nigga fuck that, ophan in da jungle playin wid the drums, niggas dont play homie niggas if you won, on the rip nigga fuckin with the other shit tryin to get money flip a nigga a whole brick, watch pots fall on (top) watch the homie hittin the bentley lyk rollin with the old dawgs, nigga solute and we get religous, money to the celin nigga doin big bussiness, so i pray so we do it right, fucking with the family bitch, nigga we could do it tonight... so fuck who made ya, fuck who rage ya lil hommie i paid ya.killa Lil wayne (chorus) x2 Birdman verse 2 Sittin at the funeral, lookin at my sister, thanking about the times and i already miss her, junion on my side, pistol in my pocket.co mo right there at my nephews driver, fucked up daddy, i see the fire in my eye, im down yh hustling, but my heart is in the sky, shiped and changed mah, doin my thang mah, i got my lil hommie number one in the game nah, hope these pussies dont play with my son, ima put it out.nigga quickest it come, ima put it out nigga empham the drum, daddy whole family cryin' bitch were rich and we won!...(we kil) (Stunna baby) Lil wayne chrous 2x And im so tired of this grind, but they say i aint grindin, if i aint tired, so im grindin with my eyes wide, lookin to find the way through day a life for da night, dear lord took so many of my people, and im just wondering why you never take my life, so what the hell am i doing right (2x) (yeah)

(Intro) Uptown... Yeah... yeah.nigga Well let me take to to the neck of the woods In my hood (uptown) Show you what we livin' like (uptown) Well let me take to to the neck of the woods In my hood (uptown) Show you what we livin' like (uptown) (Lil Wayne) Shhh Gangsta to the core Ankle wrap flamer Paint your kitchen floor With your whore Shit you can't ignore Things you endure when u f**kin wit the boy All I hear is weezy don't kill me no more I hear your bullshit I play mat at door I'm not a category I ain't there wit ya'll I got a positive vibe but i ain't scared of ya'll Get the kid nigga did never that at all That rat a tat go off A black kak kak kak I gotta bitch so fine her name perrion(?) She know how to stash quarters in a carry on I blow outta town Grass when i'm outta town Uptown in the building not a sound 'Cause killaz don't get heard about They get whispered about Or you get murdered out (nigga) (Chorus: Birdman (Lil Wayne)) Well let me take to to the neck of the woods In my hood uptown Show you what we livin' like (Burnin homie Finger on the trigger got money in my pocket I'm a uptown nigga NIGGA!) Well let me take to to the neck of the woods In my hood uptown Show you what we livin' like (Walkin' like a man Finger on the trigger got money in my pocket I'm a uptown nigga NIGGA!) (Birdman) The first shot The first nigga got shot We bust him open like a blunt on a marley nigga (yeah) A hundred g's Nigga score some keys Then we went to the hood and then we started to ball nigga (started to ball) We know them people been paper chasin So we stay out the way then we pull out the hardest nigga We keep the gats close, incase you wan know You come to the hood i bet you a target nigga Its all good till you catch a case A nigga never escape 'cause you edicted to money nigga Well let me bring you back yesterday I lil homie i know got full of that barma nigga F**kin round wit that kid and play Nigga f**kin wit gs a nigga twisted his body nigga Well let me tell you bout this game i know You keep flippin dough homie you'll be ridin the flyest nigga (Chorus: Birdman (Lil Wayne)) Well let me take to to the neck of the woods In my hood uptown Show you wat we livin like (Walkin like a man Finger on the tigger got money in my pocket I'm a uptown nigga NIGGA!) Well let me take to to the neck of the woods In my hood uptown Show you wat we livin like (Walkin like a man Finger on the tigger got money in my pocket I'm a uptown nigga NIGGA!) (Lil Wayne) Got it on your mind let daddy say sumtin All that play buckin Gon get your face buttoned up Now when you smirk You look like jay-z's shirt F**kin wit that turf, i'm puffin on that smurf F**k it come holla and tell that poppa put away your dollas Your son got choppas And if you got enemies (yeah) Your son got enemies (believe that) That's uptown energy nigga! (Birdman) Don't waste no time on no bullshit If it ain't hood shit We spend a lil paper nigga Well if you catch em in the hood nigga It's all good shit Go head do me that favor nigga Well let me take you down deep in the inside It's where they hustle and the homies try to get it right It's when you gotta ride It's when the homie die And the money can't stop the pain in the inside (Chorus: Birdman (Lil Wayne)) Well let me take to to the neck of the woods In my hood uptown Show you wat we livin like (Walkin like a man Finger on the tigger got money in my pocket I'm a uptown nigga NIGGA!) Well let me take to to the neck of the woods In my hood uptown Show you wat we livin like (Walkin like a man Finger on the tigger got money in my pocket I'm a uptown nigga NIGGA!) Uptown...(repeat) (Birdman talks till end)