Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzerSwagger down pat, call my shit PatriciaYoung Money militia and I am the commissionerYou don't want start Weezy 'cause the F is for finisher
So misunderstood but what's a world without enigma?Two bitches at the same time, synchronized swimmersGot the girl twisted 'cause she open when you twist herNever met the bitch but I fuck her like I missed her
Life is the bitch and death is her sisterSleep is the cousin, what a fuckin' family pictureYou know father time, we all know Mother NatureIt's all in the family but I am of no relationNo matter who's buying, I'm a celebrationBlack and white diamonds, fuck segregation
Fuck that shit, my money up, you niggas just Honey NutYoung Money running shit and you niggas just runner upsI don't feel I done enough so I'ma keep on doing this shitLil Tunechi or Young Tunafish
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunchSix foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch
I'm going back inOkay, I lost my mind, it's somewhere out there strandedI think you stand under me if you don't understand meHad my heart broken by this woman named TammyBut hoes gon' be hoes so I couldn't blame Tammy
Just talked to Moms, told her she the sweetestI beat the beat up, call it self-defenseSwear man, I be seeing through these niggas like sequinsNiggas think they He-Man, pow, pow, the end
Talking to myself because I am my own consultantMarried to the money, fuck the world, that's adulteryYou full of shit, you close your mouth and let yo ass talkYoung Money eating, all you haters do is add salt
Stop playing, bitch, I got this game on deadboltMind so sharp, I fuck around and cut my head offReal nigga all day and tomorrowBut these muthafuckas talking crazy like they jaw broke
Glass half empty, half full, I'll spill yaTry me and run into a wall, outfielderYou know I'ma ball 'til they turn off the field lightsThe fruits of my labor I enjoy 'em while they still ripe
Bitch, stop playing, I do it like a king doIf these niggas animals then I'ma have a mink soonTell 'em bitches I say put my name on the wallI speak the truth but I guess that's a foreign language to y'all
And I call it like I see it and my glasses onBut most of y'all don't get the picture 'less the flash is onSatisfied with nothingYou don't know the half of it
Young Money, Cash MoneyPaper chasing, tell that paper, "Look, I'm right behind ya"Bitch, real G's move in silence like lasagnaPeople say I'm borderline crazy, sorta kindaWoman of my dreams, I don't sleep so I can't find her
You niggas are gelatin, peanuts to an elephantI got through that sentence like a subject and a predicateYeah, with a swag you would kill forMoney too strong, pockets on bodybuilderJumped in a wishing well, now wish me wellTell 'em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell
Word to my mama, I'm out of my lima beanDon't wanna see what that drama mean, get some DramamineLlama scream, hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queenNow all I want is hits, bitch, Wayne signed a fiend
I played the side for you niggas that's tryin' to front and seeSon of Gunz, Son of Sam, you niggas the son of mePause for this dumber speech, I glow like BuddhaDisturb me and you'll be all over the flow like LudaBitch, I flow like scuba, bitch, I'm bald like Cuba
And I keep a killer ho, she gon' blow right through yaI be macking 'bout my stacking, now I pack like a moverShout to ratchet for backing out on behalf of my shooterNiggas think they high as I, I come laugh at your rulerCash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler
Wayne, these niggas out they mindI done told these fuck niggas, so many timesThat I keep these bucks steady on my mindTuck these, I fuck these on your mind, pause
To feed them on my grind, did I get a little love?Keep throwing my sign in the middleHit 'em up, piece on my side,'Cause ain't no peace on my side, bitch
I'm a man, I visit urinals abroadTune told me to, I'm shooting when the funeral outsideI'm uptown, thoroughbred, a BX nigga, ya heard?Gunna
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