Lil Wayne — Nigga Wit Money

[Hook] Work on the kitchen table Where the bags at Work on the kitchen table Where the bags at Work on the kitchen table Where the bags at Work, work I'm a nigga with money I'm a nigga with money I'm a nigga with money And I don't love that bitch I tell her; bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, make me rich I'm a nigga with money And I don't love that bitch [Verse 1] Yeah Backpack Full of stacks All the bitches love me Don't compare me To these rappers I'm on a different budget I ain't even gotta practice Never getting rusty No I ain't lookin down But I see no one above me The paper bag brown, wit dirty green money The bank account good, full of clean money Fuck chain money I blow ring money I got that motherfuckin never-see-the-bank money Magazine money Do a spread on me And you can turn your back, but never turn the Feds on me Read the note attached: We got ya lil homey We need bread homey, or that's ya dead homey I'm like a Corleone, meet the fucking mob I can get you whacked, or give your ass a job Weezy F B I holla CMB Coca Cola classic, caffeine free [Hook] [Verse 2] Stop playing with me, stop playing with me bitch Stop playing with me, stop playing with me bitch I'm a cash money stunner on my 14th summer Dick a bitch down and take everything from her Now run to the kitchen, I ain't hungry, I ate Bitch put 36 O's on my plate See my pa was cooking slabs while my mom was cooking dinner See my momma is a chef and my daddy was a dealer Grandaddy was a dealer and my auntie is a killer I hope she know I love her, pray the pigs never get her My brother still a baby, and my uncle kinda raised me Y'all pray for his wife, cause that cancer shit is crazy And my daughter's so smart that it scares me Her mother is an angel, she's always there for me And me, I'm just wild; I think I need therapy Because I'm going after that money, no matter where it be [Hook]/[Intro to "Myspace"]