| LYRICS HERE. I do not own any part of this music, it belongs to lil wayne and record companies etc. [Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] I got a whole lot of money Pop that p-ssy for me My homie got that yopper He'll bang it at a copper Gangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta party! Stove on my waist Cook your ass up gourmet All-black .44 -- do you want foreplay? I'm going at your face like Oil of Olay No champagne, but you know my flag rose Swagger on steroids: Canseco, Jose No Limit Records: We so 'bout it 'bout it I'm higher than a bitch Feel like a climbed a f-cking mountain Illest nigga you know, my accountants still counting Shots hit him a minute ago But his body's still bouncing Beam on the hammer, beam on your forehead Gotta kill the witnesses cause Birdman car red Hollygrove Monster, Eagle Street preacher Come to your funeral, kill everybody but the preacher! I live in Miami, nigga I'll South Beach ya Robin Leach, uh -- that's how we ballin You know that I'm loaded but please don't take a sweeter Beat one of you bitch niggas up like John Cena Them hoes on your money Tell them hoes we coming Before we get it popping We ain't saving hoes, we swapping Gangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta party! Big head Desert Eagle, call it "shotty" How'd you get that money? Stunna taught me that The zan took me under Patron brought me back I'm leaning on you muthaf-ckers Like I caught a flat And that Glock snap back like a old Starter hat What the lick read? I'm in the big league I'm a breath of ... |
