作词 : D. Carter/Deezle/B Williams
作曲 : D. Carter/Deezle/B Williams
(feat. Lil' Wayne)
****, we tryin' to get it all together
And spend a lil chaddar and fly in any weather b***h
And homie you get the money and the power
Then them hoes come and holla and fly in any weather pimpin'
I see you haters, hatin' on the way a b***h think
But I'm laughing, laughing all the way to the bank
And I, I kinda act like my shit don't stink
On a toilet with the burner taped under the sink
Like a Russian
I'll rullet the bullet
Yea straight to ya head give a ****er a mullet
I'm a Cash
Money brother a lover of money
Yea the tommy is showin' but the hunger is growin'
What part cha' don't understand
What you ain't know
I'm like Kobe
You ****ers can't check me go head
Bowens And
I never left the team cause
I'm catchin' every pass
Stunna McNabb yeah he like go head
Owens yea
Bet I'd put a ****er on his ass
Squlou and
Big Whop make show he don't last
And young
Wayne do song about the story
With Birdman singin' on the chorus, ****er
Look, a ticket here and a ticket there
And I'm the first out the hood to get rich ****ers still here
Its big paper in the prime of my life my ****er
We take it off ya' shoulder broad daylight my ****er
It's Stunna
Island biggest baler in the city
The Range
Rover rally strip on them 26's
Gucci down when the
Birdman in ya' town
We blow out the pound rollin' through
Uptown Canary yellow
Cash Money iced out piece
Like father, like son we beasts on these streets
Well let me bring you back to 1993
Where I met four lil ****ers in the 3
We got big, we grinded in them city streets
And three left and they all tryin' na beef me
There's one
Birdman and one
J.R We neighborhood superstars mother **** y'all
Murcing every murderer
In the garden
I'm burstin' hittin' serpents up
And in the
Carter we still workin' with that work for ya'
I'm the God and the turban fits perfect, word
Puffing' on that precious piff purple herb swerve
Dang, -is on the curve
The fed's walkin' so
I'm talking with slurge
And we never sell a bird to a mockingbird
We find out where you stay and we mark your turf
Lace ya' house with a bomb make you walk in first
Oh, and ya' is sharp with hers
She cook a ****er steaks and cool-aid for thirst, yeah
See we murderers but do it like gangsta
We really never show it but everybody know it
And Slim askin' me to focus on the flow
While I'm tryin' to have coke for the low on the low, man
🎵
LRC歌词版本
作词 : D. Carter/Deezle/B Williams
作曲 : D. Carter/Deezle/B Williams
(feat. Lil' Wayne) [Chorus x2: Baby]
****, we tryin' to get it all together
And spend a lil chaddar and fly in any weather b***h
And homie you get the money and the power
Then them hoes come and holla and fly in any weather pimpin' [Weezy]
I see you haters, hatin' on the way a b***h think
But I'm laughing, laughing all the way to the bank
And I, I kinda act like my shit don't stink
On a toilet with the burner taped under the sink
Like a Russian
I'll rullet the bullet
Yea straight to ya head give a ****er a mullet
I'm a Cash
Money brother a lover of money
Yea the tommy is showin' but the hunger is growin'
What part cha' don't understand
What you ain't know
I'm like Kobe
You ****ers can't check me go head
Bowens And
I never left the team cause
I'm catchin' every pass
Stunna McNabb yeah he like go head
Owens yea
Bet I'd put a ****er on his ass
Squlou and
Big Whop make show he don't last
And young
Wayne do song about the story
With Birdman singin' on the chorus, ****er [Chorus] [Baby]
Look, a ticket here and a ticket there
And I'm the first out the hood to get rich ****ers still here
Its big paper in the prime of my life my ****er
We take it off ya' shoulder broad daylight my ****er
It's Stunna
Island biggest baler in the city
The Range
Rover rally strip on them 26's
Gucci down when the
Birdman in ya' town
We blow out the pound rollin' through
Uptown Canary yellow
Cash Money iced out piece
Like father, like son we beasts on these streets
Well let me bring you back to 1993
Where I met four lil ****ers in the 3
We got big, we grinded in them city streets
And three left and they all tryin' na beef me
There's one
Birdman and one
J.R We neighborhood superstars mother **** y'all [Chorus] [Weezy]
Murcing every murderer
In the garden
I'm burstin' hittin' serpents up
And in the
Carter we still workin' with that work for ya'
I'm the God and the turban fits perfect, word
Puffing' on that precious piff purple herb swerve
Dang, -is on the curve
The fed's walkin' so
I'm talking with slurge
And we never sell a bird to a mockingbird
We find out where you stay and we mark your turf
Lace ya' house with a bomb make you walk in first
Oh, and ya' is sharp with hers
She cook a ****er steaks and cool-aid for thirst, yeah
See we murderers but do it like gangsta
We really never show it but everybody know it
And Slim askin' me to focus on the flow
While I'm tryin' to have coke for the low on the low, man [Chorus]
📝
纯歌词版本
作词 : D. Carter/Deezle/B Williams
作曲 : D. Carter/Deezle/B Williams
(feat. Lil' Wayne)
****, we tryin' to get it all together
And spend a lil chaddar and fly in any weather b***h
And homie you get the money and the power
Then them hoes come and holla and fly in any weather pimpin'
I see you haters, hatin' on the way a b***h think
But I'm laughing, laughing all the way to the bank
And I, I kinda act like my shit don't stink
On a toilet with the burner taped under the sink
Like a Russian
I'll rullet the bullet
Yea straight to ya head give a ****er a mullet
I'm a Cash
Money brother a lover of money
Yea the tommy is showin' but the hunger is growin'
What part cha' don't understand
What you ain't know
I'm like Kobe
You ****ers can't check me go head
Bowens And
I never left the team cause
I'm catchin' every pass
Stunna McNabb yeah he like go head
Owens yea
Bet I'd put a ****er on his ass
Squlou and
Big Whop make show he don't last
And young
Wayne do song about the story
With Birdman singin' on the chorus, ****er
Look, a ticket here and a ticket there
And I'm the first out the hood to get rich ****ers still here
Its big paper in the prime of my life my ****er
We take it off ya' shoulder broad daylight my ****er
It's Stunna
Island biggest baler in the city
The Range
Rover rally strip on them 26's
Gucci down when the
Birdman in ya' town
We blow out the pound rollin' through
Uptown Canary yellow
Cash Money iced out piece
Like father, like son we beasts on these streets
Well let me bring you back to 1993
Where I met four lil ****ers in the 3
We got big, we grinded in them city streets
And three left and they all tryin' na beef me
There's one
Birdman and one
J.R We neighborhood superstars mother **** y'all
Murcing every murderer
In the garden
I'm burstin' hittin' serpents up
And in the
Carter we still workin' with that work for ya'
I'm the God and the turban fits perfect, word
Puffing' on that precious piff purple herb swerve
Dang, -is on the curve
The fed's walkin' so
I'm talking with slurge
And we never sell a bird to a mockingbird
We find out where you stay and we mark your turf
Lace ya' house with a bomb make you walk in first
Oh, and ya' is sharp with hers
She cook a ****er steaks and cool-aid for thirst, yeah
See we murderers but do it like gangsta
We really never show it but everybody know it
And Slim askin' me to focus on the flow
While I'm tryin' to have coke for the low on the low, man
🎵
LRC歌词版本
作词 : D. Carter/Deezle/B Williams
作曲 : D. Carter/Deezle/B Williams
(feat. Lil' Wayne) [Chorus x2: Baby]
****, we tryin' to get it all together
And spend a lil chaddar and fly in any weather b***h
And homie you get the money and the power
Then them hoes come and holla and fly in any weather pimpin' [Weezy]
I see you haters, hatin' on the way a b***h think
But I'm laughing, laughing all the way to the bank
And I, I kinda act like my shit don't stink
On a toilet with the burner taped under the sink
Like a Russian
I'll rullet the bullet
Yea straight to ya head give a ****er a mullet
I'm a Cash
Money brother a lover of money
Yea the tommy is showin' but the hunger is growin'
What part cha' don't understand
What you ain't know
I'm like Kobe
You ****ers can't check me go head
Bowens And
I never left the team cause
I'm catchin' every pass
Stunna McNabb yeah he like go head
Owens yea
Bet I'd put a ****er on his ass
Squlou and
Big Whop make show he don't last
And young
Wayne do song about the story
With Birdman singin' on the chorus, ****er [Chorus] [Baby]
Look, a ticket here and a ticket there
And I'm the first out the hood to get rich ****ers still here
Its big paper in the prime of my life my ****er
We take it off ya' shoulder broad daylight my ****er
It's Stunna
Island biggest baler in the city
The Range
Rover rally strip on them 26's
Gucci down when the
Birdman in ya' town
We blow out the pound rollin' through
Uptown Canary yellow
Cash Money iced out piece
Like father, like son we beasts on these streets
Well let me bring you back to 1993
Where I met four lil ****ers in the 3
We got big, we grinded in them city streets
And three left and they all tryin' na beef me
There's one
Birdman and one
J.R We neighborhood superstars mother **** y'all [Chorus] [Weezy]
Murcing every murderer
In the garden
I'm burstin' hittin' serpents up
And in the
Carter we still workin' with that work for ya'
I'm the God and the turban fits perfect, word
Puffing' on that precious piff purple herb swerve
Dang, -is on the curve
The fed's walkin' so
I'm talking with slurge
And we never sell a bird to a mockingbird
We find out where you stay and we mark your turf
Lace ya' house with a bomb make you walk in first
Oh, and ya' is sharp with hers
She cook a ****er steaks and cool-aid for thirst, yeah
See we murderers but do it like gangsta
We really never show it but everybody know it
And Slim askin' me to focus on the flow
While I'm tryin' to have coke for the low on the low, man [Chorus]