(So special girl, So special) (So special girl, So special) Uh, boy shorts, wife beater Now let me see it, I'm a sightseer She was sleeping on me, but she's a light sleeper I make her cum first, then I follow the leader I talk shit, I hope it matters We climax, without the ladder Can't desert the future, no Nevada Her body is a weapon, ratatat her I spent the night in heaven, I slept with an angel And when we finish, I swear that pussy said, "thank you" I said, "Your Very Welcome". I'm so well mannered And I go down south, Louisiana Baby won't you spend the night Darling I don't want to wake up, and you are not by my side (So special girl, So special) (So special girl, So special) And if you promise me tonight, Yeah Baby that you'll let me in, then I'mma make you feel so special girl (So special girl, So special) (So special girl, So special) Uh Then we take a shower together, and wash each others back And if she kick it off, I'mma run it back And then she say my name, like I forgot it She crazy about that dick, Lorena Bobbitt Love be the pilot, but it's kamikaze Yeah, Body language, girl let's talk about it Freedom of speech, Weezy a beast Open her up like a book, read it and weep Baby won't you spend the night Darling I don't want to wake up, and you are not by my side (So special girl, So special) (So special girl, So special) And if you promise me tonight, Yeah Baby that you'll let me in, then I'mma make you feel so special girl (So special girl, So special) (So special girl, So special) Uh! Yeah, thinking bout you girl got my mind on E You know them other niggas ain't me Girl I got that 12 play for ya, that 12 play for ya Just sit on my grill, that's that tailgate for ya I, put it together, common denominator I tear it up like loose leaf paper I got drinks on chill, my bedroom huge I knock her lights out, I blow her fuse See we don't even fuck no more, we make love And now shes on the tip of my tongue, my taste buds Cause she my honey bee, buzz buzz And now I'm itching and scratching, that's that love bug Baby won't you spend the night Darling I don't want to wake up, and you are not by my side Yeah, Yeah And if you promise me tonight, Yeah Baby that you'll let me in, then I'mma make you feel so special girl (So special y'all, So special) (Girl I got that 12 play for ya, that 12 play for ya, that 12 play for ya) (So special girl, So special to Me)

(Sometimes I get so tired) (Just trying to stay alive) (Don't talk to me) aye (About a land of the free) (And the home of the brave) let me talk about it, ooh (Until everybody's free) ooh (You're not free, you're a slave) I'm in the trenches, don't mind in the mentions My mind on the vision, your mind on the digits It is what it is, and look, we not the same I'm willin' to die with no dime in my pocket And not 'cause I lost it, I gave it away You want a purpose that you cannot purchase The perks and the Burgess, look, we can't complain Behind the curtain, comе look at this circus The bigger the clown, thе bigger they pay Ayy, ayy, ayy, I can't stop You say you buy the twos, new boo every Tuesday New Jimmy Choos, food in the booth, Lupe You gotta choose who finna bring you change When the woop-woop fades, I'm getting you saved He rolled to the Bluetooth, pickin' woo cage Truth ain't Bolt to the track, what are you sayin'? I'm plugged in and don't play no games HGA on these 808s Light up the 'Gram and don't blaze no A Bar hard when I post His name Full plate, I just say my grace I bleed, but this ain't gon' break Got one clique, Amazon my gang (You're not free, you're a slave) ooh, uh West side, east side, red light, green light That's right, be right, oh my soul That's my delight, we light, we like We fight, I'm just in my zone Devil's teeth is showin', where your people goin'? When it all falls, follow Yeezy moment We might need condolence, yeah, the need is growin' Our Jesus beats, the peace of Jesus on us We done picked up the litter litty, we gotta go, ayy Spirit is livin' within us, Guinness, this record don't break If I meant it, I meant it, pin it, I manage You get offended, I get it, but nobody finna tell me what to say Rather be cancelled than handled I got a Lord, and it ain't your name Man, I've been reppin' since 2006 That's to the grave, it is what it is HGA, for my dawgs, ayy (woah, mm-hmm) Yeah, HGA, that my dawgs, that my folk (Yeah, shinin'), G.O.M., that my dawgs, yeah, yeah Shinin' all the time for my God, ayy (sometimes I get so tired) We both rap, we are not so different Nah, home skillet, my flow different Child flow, got potholes in it Child home got dry bones in it Bogart with the flow, so hard I could knock over Costco wit' it I roll wit' the God, so big Did a box show, not gon' fit in it You got a bag, and I'm stackin' But what I spin it for a lot more different You got a ratchet, I pack it But trust, what we let it pop for different Oh, and we get high so different And I'm so lifted up in the sky My iPhone trippin', but if I die Then I'm gon' visit God throne In a minute, Heaven'll be my home Pearl gates for my condo Not a thief in the place, ain't no reason to hate When the whole block go This a "devil no fly" zone We rock, try to preach God But they keep knockin', and like they ring the bell Three times, and he not home I know I don't deserve all this What would I be like if I weren't called His? A debtor me, less forgivin' Now I'm a better me, best decision We rep the letter G.O.M., represent it HGA, nothin' lesser than it Won't discuss it, load the musket Three, two, one, blow the trumpet Bizzle Zhalarina Emmy Award-winning, woah Uh, this the season, I'm a jolly chick Kickin' it with the mean and melancholy to keep my folly legit I fade to black until my complexion is highly lit Then jump on top of whatever my nephew is hidin' in I pick up a mighty pen just to tap on my tiny chin Then take off into outer earth, like I'm floatin' on hydrogen 'Cause I can't stand to be sittin' unproductive and quiet when Huh, I heard Content is optional if production flamin' the beats So I just decided to put a bunch of food on the heat And I ain't got time to be tryna be someone else wit' your time Or thinkin' I'm greater than the God who put His life on the line I just wanna cook for ya, get somethin' on that stomach Dependent on if you are ready for what is comin' Vinyl spatula to flip it, especially different The oven is heavy metal, but nothin' is Limp about the Bizkit Somebody's gonna have to tell the truth Somebody's gonna have to tell the truth Somebody's gonna have to tell the truth Somebody's gonna-, somebody's gonna- Somebody's gonna have to tell the truth Somebody's gonna have to tell the truth Somebody's gonna have to tell the truth Somebody's gonna- Somebody's gonna have to tell the truth

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

(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)