Lil Wayne — Weezys Ambitions

[Intro] Money, money, money Get a dolla and a dick Weezy baby dat crack Mother fucker get a fix Got money out the ass No homo But im rich Boutta … Money, money, money Get a dollar and a dick Weezy baby dat crack Mother fucker get a fix Got money out the ass No homo But im rich Boutta … [Verse] Money money money get a dollar and a dick Weezy Baby that crack, muthafucka get a fix Got money out the ass, no homo but I'm rich Bout to go get surgery and put some diamonds on my wrist YES Yep, I'm a muthafucking trip I'mma trip to Japan and buy some brand new shit 900 to a grand get chu 28 grams If you talking 'bout bricks, I'm the interstate man And the women say damn, them niggas don't say a damn thing Boy I bet that shotty make you bounce like a bed spring Walkin a thin line, gotta defend mine And wit no pen I'm sorta like a bomb BOOM Young Tunechi that's what my people call me Fifty thousand for the cross, trying keep the reaper off me I drink alotta syrup Bitches say im sleep walkin Big money for the grill, so I'm never cheap talking, yea Keep talking and the flame leap off the hip And keep sparking, pap pap sleep softly Yea, nap nap, nap sack, three forties Like fuck another nigga, nigga just don't be da target Young New Orleans nigga, nigga just don't be retarded We done lost everything and you looking like a bargain Purple weed, purple drink, purple heart sergeant I'm the best rapper in the game no arguing And I don't ever write, pause Un-pause this, so keep ya bitch ass lines inside the margin Lil Wayne dot com bitch log in Put a pillow under ya knees And keep ya jaws in All in ya girl mouth, use her like a toilet They usually want a baller and the young nigga balling Mike Jordan, pardon my swaggy But my father rich as fuck All my brothers left the family We said fuck it, Bought 2 houses in miami I can't wait to do cribs, MTV c'mon get at me Any rapper wanna get at me Tell ya label contact me Hundred for a feature Wanna battle ill beat cha I'm a beast, I'm a creature, I'm the son of miss cita Mom dukes, my jeter, she the reason, she the reason Everybody woman wanna beat a boy diva, not even There's a 305 diamond I wanted ever since I seen her Got a topic of this evening, hotter than a tub steaming Gotcha girlfriend dreaming of one day being Trina Nada, Sim seemer, Ten keys in the Beamer Got a white girl driving, couldn't do it much cleaner I'm fly in the sky like that muthafuckin ribbon Bitches got my name on em, and the nigga still living Spend a condo and a club, one bottle won't do Two bottles won't do, bottles for the whole crew, thanks And bring me that Patrone, I don't play No ice I like my drink straight, not gay And bitch that bank come everyday, I'm paid I wish a nigga come invade, get sprayed I stomp a nigga out like I got ten legs Then they fish the nigga up out the lake in ten days Behave, no ho, I'm on that Rage Rov Cash Money, Young Money, ho that money age old And can't a cage hold this animal from Hollygrove Sorry mommy I be stoned, I be, I be, I be blowed Got me copy rock star, Weezy Baby fuck these hoes Gotta pay me now for me to even take these hoes Price sizing for a show and the flow So either Drama is my nigga, or that boy got doe Go figure that's my nigga, that's my nigga, my nerve If anybody else want it, sixty thousand a verse