(Lil Wayne)Now tell me how you love itYou know you at the top when only heaven's right above itWe onnnn'Cause we onnnn(Drake)Who else really tryna with Hollywood Cole? I'm with Marley G, broFlying Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood showsAnd I wanna tell you something that you prolly should knowThis that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flowAnd uh, my real friends never hearin' from meFake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for meThat's why I pick and choose, I don't get confusedI got a small circle, I'm not with different crewsWe walk the same path, but got on different shoesLive in the same building, but we got different viewsI got a couple cars I never get to useDon't like my women single, I like my chicks in twosAnd these days all the girls is down to rollI hit the strip club and all them es find a polePlus I been sippin', so this is movin' kinda slowJust tell my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go(Lil Wayne)Now tell me how you love itYou know you at the top when only heaven's right above itWe onIt's Young Money, mothererIf you ain't runnin' wit it, run from it, motherer, all rightNow somebody show some money in this And I got my bees with me like some honey in this , ya dig?I got my gun in my boo purseAnd I don't bust back, because I shoot firstMeet me on the fresh trainYes, I'm in the building, you just on the list of guest namesAnd all of my riders do not give a , X GamesGuns turn you boys into pussies, sex changeAnd I smoke 'til I got chest painsAnd you niggas know I rep my gang like Jesse JamesWomen are possessive, and they wanna possess WayneI been fly so long I fell asleep on the in' planeSkinny pants and some VansCall me Triple A, get my advance in advance, amenAs the world spin and dance in my handsLife is a beach, I'm just playin' in the sandUh, wake up and smell the You niggas can't see me, but never overlook meI'm on the paper trail, it ain't no tellin' where it took meYeah, and I ain't a killa, but don't push meNow tell me how you love itYou know you at the top when only heaven's right above itWe onIt's Young Money, mothererIf you ain't runnin' wit it, run from it, motherer, all rightNow somebody show some money in this And I got my bees with me like some honey in this , ya dig?I got my gun in my boo purseAnd I don't bust back, because I shoot firstUh, how do he say what's never said?Beautiful black woman, I bet that look better redLimpin' off tour 'cause I made more off my second legMa'in' Birdman Junior, eleventh gradeBall on automatic startI could hand it to Drake or do a quarterback drawWildcat offense, check the paw printsWe in the building, you niggas in apartmentsNo-now, c'mon, be my blood donorFlo' so nice, you ain't gotta put a rug on herDo it big, and let the small fall under thatDamn, where you stumbled out? From where they make gumbo atKane got the in' beat jumpin' like a jumping jackBut you know me, I get on this and have a heart attackHip-hop, I'm the heart of that, nigga, nothin' short of thatPresident Carter, Young Money DemocratNow tell me how you love itYou know you at the top when only heaven's right above itWe onIt's Young Money, mothererIf you ain't runnin' wit it, run from it, motherer, all rightNow somebody show some money in this And I got my bees with me like some honey in this , ya dig? (Soo woo!)I got my gun in my boo purseAnd I don't bust back, because I shoot first FREE WEZZY
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