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Lil Wayne
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You Ain't Know
Lil Wayne feat. Baby
I got a lot of loot and I aint lookin for a lady and you could never play me I'm from uptown baby I wake up in the mornin, take a piss and wash my hands take a knee and thank the man, then get back to the money
You aint know? I gotta go Where you goin? I gotta get back to the money
Nigga I aint got a money printer so for this paper chase I'm out runnin sprinters Yes, the last two cash money members Shout out to the new cash money members Baby and Slim still point guard and center So much money on my mind its all I remember And I just bought a gun wit a extender and that bitch hold me up like suspenders Cut like a blender, sharper than a bitch they got so manny pussy niggas I could make a list Niggas wonder why I stress, that I am the best cause even bobble heads tell me yes, ha Put it on the hood, I'm Hollygrove to death I'm already good, I'm workin on my left A jungle on my wrist, a circus on my neck Dont forget the baby no dont forget the F
You aint know? I gotta go Where you goin? I gotta get back to the money
brush the platimun grab the straps homie make it happen comin through my neighborhood wit 4's on the caddy Limo tints out the pound and uptown crackin red bandanna duckin feds and the money stack rest in peace to Ms. Gladus like erry day We on the grind fo the shine an we gon get paid Spent a mil on the wheels custom with the navi Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Two of the same whips, we doin it big livin lavish
Uh, This is a Scott Storch and I'm a hot torch And gettin' money is my sport And understand the rap game is my court So I shall walk and come forth like a Rockport Or some sort of, matchin' slippers or yacht shoes See I don't cruise control I control the cruise Yes, I gets throat on a boat And I vow to never fall like soap on a rope and
I got a lot of loot and I aint lookin for a lady and you could never play me I'm from uptown baby I wake up in the mornin, take a piss and wash my hands take a knee and thank the man, then get back to the money
You aint know? I gotta go Where you goin? I gotta get back to the money
Fresh wit' the hustle so we bounce back on them suckers Blowin' big doin' gigs got it ran in hundreds They reppin' layin' here we stuntin' On the grind all the time homie gettin' money 3rd Ward soldier 13th gangsta 17th hustler, known top ranker Money go getter them clowns can't figure Poppin' at the mouth like this cutter won't split 'em Know how to survive, hustlin' stayin' fly My whole hood cried when my lil' brother died Know I had to ride, never let it slide It's just the G in me and I'mma get it til I die daddy
You aint know? I gotta go Where you goin? I gotta get back to the money
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