Lil Wayne — Open Shop

[Hook: Lil Wayne] Yeah, get ‘em off the floor, take ‘em out the box Turn on the stove, set ‘em in a pot Don’t forget the jar, whip ‘em ‘till they hard We about to open up a mothafuckin’ store We about to open up a mothafuckin’ store Put the sign up baby, we are never closed Yes, we’re open, we are never closed We about to open up a mothafuckin’ store [Verse 1: Boo] Hustle to get rich The only thing lesser than O’s is Mike Vick’s That’s 7 grams for you fools who ain’t hip Y’all don’t understand grindin’ Homie we ain’t closin’ shop, we steady reing up Everything a G and up, nigga stop stressing All you need bakin’ soda, 7-Up, doin’ pills to stretch it That’s just a little lesson I hope y’all listenin’, if not I’m the manager I could throw some pitchers in, look at what I’m whippin’ in 760 big body, block still doin’ 40 Weezy gave me 60, now I workin’ with a hundred Bagged up, dope money, bitch keep the stove runnin’ I’m the pilot, standin’ over the pilot Cook it up in an hour, standing over Chicago Yeah, nigga, we open 24 hours, y’all closin’ Holla at ya boy, yeah [Hook: Lil Wayne] Get ‘em off the floor, take ‘em out the box Turn on the stove, set ‘em in a pot Don’t forget the jar, whip ‘em ‘till they hard We about to open up a mothafuckin’ store We about to open up a mothafuckin’ store Put the sign up baby, we are never closed Yes, we’re open, we are never closed We about to open up a mothafuckin’ store [Verse 2: Mack Maine] Been the Hollygrove’s Hannibal Was coward since cannibal The Apple Street animal, good thing the boot ain’t flammable Cut through ya cantaloupe And then I stab you with the antlers from an antelope and vanish in some grams of coke I’m sick with the hustle and coke is my antidote I’m sick with the scuffle, I jab at ya mammy’s throat I grab that thing-thing and then I blam-blam ya folk And then I cruise off in Tanner’s boat, haha Shhh, haha Nigga, feel my breezy, feel my Timbs and feel my G’s and feel my trees Feel my movement, feel my people, feel my sequel, inject these needles This is drug music This that Rock & Roll, Hip-Hop, thug music Heart missin’, no love music, get used to it See this the next generation, we smash daughters Smoke and drank tap water, ride out and jack quarters But not the type of quarters that you use for Pac-Man The type to get the stacks fam, serve it to the trash man My niggas is riders We ride out in black vans with gats in our black hands in all black fam My past is my future, I’m livin’ like it’s ‘88 Chopper had to scrape the plate, just to cop the Bathing Apes You know me nigga, I double up, back-to-back Why you fake hustlers can’t stack a stack Young Money, chea [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Yeah, brown table Round table I break a brick down, I’m the ant pile creator Gats ‘round the table, gats on the table Smokin’ on that purple, sippin’ on that maple That’s syrup for the splizzo, the service never slow though Even though I drink a ounce and smoke a ounce, fo’ shizzle I am Wizzle, mothafucker, hundred long in the attic 50 large on my pinky, 20 hard, I’m in traffic I find a skinny broad so I can pack it Put the hard in her bra and the soft in her panties And then I flow off to Miami, cops think we in Atlant-y, and she in Lousiana Yeah, that’s Lil Weezy Ana Uptown Hot Boy, red bandanna We open up shop boy, the scale’s handheld Put it in the window, it’s on sale [Hook: Lil Wayne] Get ‘em off the floor, take ‘em out the box Turn on the stove, set ‘em in a pot Don’t forget the jar, whip ‘em ‘till they hard We about to open up a mothafuckin’ store We about to open up a mothafuckin’ store Put the sign up baby, we are never closed Yes, we’re open, we are never closed We about to open up a mothafuckin’ store [Outro: Lil Wayne & Boo] We got-we got DVLP on the beat, This the This the mixtape it’s for the-it’s for the It’s for the dope boys, it’s for the dope girls Yeah, we must unite as one Hustler music, that’s right Hey, they go for 10 where I’m from! And that ain’t even drought prices, baby You ain’t hear about the Birdman? Woah I’m tired of always stuntin’ on these niggas Aye Turn that shit down, my nigga Aye, aye, aye, I heard-I heard in the Chi’ it’s-it’s kind of up the steep Heard them prices steep, load up daddy Make more money that way, trust me S’why I’m down south pimp