[Intro]
Yea, Drought 3, yeah
b**h I'm back on my grizzy
Young Money where you at
Two tables and a mic
Tell the DJ run it back
b**h I'm back on my grizzy
Young Money where you at
Two tables and a mic
Tell the DJ run it back
You ready dawg?
Cut me up G
Cut the music up baby
Yeah, I'm going in
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
b**h I'm back on my grizzy
Young Money where you at
If you f** with Young Money
Young Money where you at
Like the Energizer Bunny
With a battery pack
Boy that chopper keep drumming
Like brrrat-at-at-tat
Or Brrrump-bum-bum-bum
And I'm so young
But I'm a Giant like Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum
Just bought a new crib, inside's so dumb
Got some money put away in case the hurricane come
I'm a f**ing shame, huh?
Yeah I know, yeah I know
I go out the country to get all my clothes
And my hoes
I go out my way just to get my dro
And my dough
Cause I love it more than I love my hoes
Yes I does
I got gasoline coming out my pores
I'm a torch
I got gla**es like that white boy Scott Storch
And a Porsche
I got license for the scorch
Snipers at your porch
Rifles by the forts
And we shoot up courts
The judge just a b**h
The jury s** dick
I'm an Eastside blood and I don't smoke that Crip
I smoke that Kush, first name Bubba
First name Young, last name Stunna
Carter in the office, take notes when I'm talking
Smooth as a cruise boat floats when I'm walking
I boast cause I'm balling
I'm supposed to be balling
When I'm on the phone with b**hes
Man, the money keep calling
You ain't satisfied til your son'll be calling
Telling you where to leave the money in the morning
Ok, you want a zombie movie instead
That's when you walk in your house and everybody dead
Yeah, I could take a sh** where I stand, where I stand
And watch you pussies piss in your pants
You ain't a man, you're a ho
I could k** him with the flow
And then play the guitar at the f**ing funeral
Big guns so they drinking big shots
And my gang go Saddam Hussein and missile launch
The Korean call me Wayne Chang
Now listen ma, I don't know karate
But after the brain, I'll kick you out
You n***as s** like Tony Romo, no h*mo
And I'm all about my money, I get paid for promo
Yeah, I'm the man in this b**h
They say money talks, well I'm the ventriloquist
And if I ever jump, I'll probably land in your b**h
Boy that ho colder than my hand and my wrist
Boy I'm more cooler than a fan and a mint
And when I'm done this track will need a couple bandages
I be with savages
And I'm above average
I'm a crazy a** star like a f**ing asterisk
You n***as can't see me, I'm on my Casper sh**
Runnin' so much game
I'll f** around and lap a b**h
The club like a grocery, I just bag a b**h
And you know I'm gonna score like Deion after picks
I'm rollin' on a pill, she get that morning after dick
And when my roll came down, guess what I did after it
I pop-popped and took some Patron shots
I pop-popped and took some Grey Goose shots
I pop-popped, yeah
Young Money b**h, and if you n***as wanna do it
We chop-chop and leave your back on the block
We pop cops and ain't no rats on my block
I got shop
I got that dro, I got them pills, I got that yay
Give it to them hoes and watch them b**hes freak away
[Outro]
Young Money, b**h
Drought 3, in ya neck, p**y
It's like a Adam's apple, n***a
Weezy Baby
The God, Amen
Gone