Lil Wayne — New Cash Money

[Intro: Brisco & Lil Wayne] Hahaha Uh-oh Brisco The new Cash Money Believe that! Hahaha Ugh (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 1: Brisco] I'm from the cocaine era, packs in my stroller Two beepers and a flip, Star-Tech Motorola (What up) Bally silks (Ugh), Kangol tilts (Kill it) Stand straight when the boss talkin, hush your lips Mob-affiliated contract hits I let the street declare war when you want that beef (Want that beef, yeah) Talk cheap, get money, I was taught to ride Loyalty came first, and we don't switch no sides I'm a savage on the block, nickel rocks and heroin hopes (Yeah) I walked the ghetto like them, but I was taking my notes (I was taking my notes, Wayne) Certified goon (Yeah), the lock's on standby (What up) I just need a couple real niggas I can stand by (Yeah, C-M-B) A bad bitch with hips (Ugh) And two niggas on the interstate, taking them trips (Let's get it, 12) I'm into carats like Bugs Bunny (Yeah) Young Brisco (Ugh), the New Cash Money (Haha) [Break: Lil Wayne & Brisco] Wayne! Yeah Hello, world Hahaha That was the homie, Brisco I am Weezy F.B. And we are them Cash Money Boys You dig? Hahaha, yeah [Verse 2: Lil Wayne & Brisco] One! Reportin' live from the booth (Yeah!) I'm killing these bitches, Young Wayne Carruth (Kill 'em, Wayne) Untamed and loose; blunts, drank and juice I was once a spark; into a flame, it grew I don't complain to you—don't complain to me Everbody got beef, and I just came to eat I'm in the game for keeps; if you in my lane, I beep (Ugh) I been running this shit, and I never sprained my knee And guess who came home? Ronnie the O.G. (Yeah) He still on papers, nigga, we never free And for my homie Streets, I'ma twist one up He can't even hit the kush; he gotta piss in a cup (Ugh) What is this on my wrist? Shit is sicker than "ugh" Yo, Brisco, there ain't a sky bigger than us (Yeah) What's good? I'm in Diamonds—is you tipping or what? (Yeah) I took your bitch and she ain't coming back to work for a month [Break: Lil Wayne & Brisco] Weezy Baby (Ugh) Cool, that's cool, let 'em live, Weez You already know what it is Ahem Yeah, don't be scared now Tell 'em, tell 'em We just got started But I done already told 'em Yeah, ugh, Mack But they didn't wanna hear me Yeah, c'mon Hahaha! Go! [Verse Three: Lil Wayne & Brisco] I'm in the all-red Flying Spur (Haha), on Asantis (Yeah) With a bad redbone that look something like Ashanti (Hahaha) OK, light brown, Southern-tan Medina (Ugh, ugh) With a light-brown, thick thing like Trina (Yeah, haha) Um, you prolly seen us (Uh-huh, yeah) Ripping the streets with no top between us You're so genius That's my word, you know I got you, twin (You know I got you) You a real nigga, dog, thanks for letting me in (Ugh) (Believe that!) Yeah, he in the game now, and I'm betting he win And I'm the rap landlord, just collecting my rent (Ugh) I put the house on Lil' Bris', we gon' eat this year (We gon' eat this year) Silence for the real niggas who ain't see this year (Hold up) Open your eyes, open your eyes—Cash Money has a new face (Yeah, ugh) And we gon tie the shit up like a shoelace (Ugh) And that's me, the young hood messiah '0-7, I'ma set the fucking hood on fire (Yessir) [Break: Lil Wayne & Brisco] Whoa, yeah Suh—Suh—Suh—C-M-B Haha Young Money Listen, man Weezy and Brisco Hahaha Get ready As a matter of fact, you ain't [Outro: Brisco] C-M-B P-O-E E-Class, what it does? Brisco—Big Chuck, what it does? Triple C's, Street Mob G-12 Yeah Slim and Baby, what it is? We gon' eat this year Ugh The whole faculty The whole mob Yeah I know