Money, I'm paid (blast off on these n***as)
I got money on the drank
And half on the dank
(The greatest DJ in the world), (east side)
[x4]
[Lil Wayne:]
Yeah, thank god I'm a millionaire
Hard body, these other boys teddy bears
f** with me momma, I know you want a G
And I'm a real blood, if you want R&B
Just call me Carter honey, if you can't say the baby
b**h I'm so f**in' hot, I feel radiated
Ho I'm so f**in' fly, my eyes are aviaters
I'm stuck at the top floor in the elevater
Cause I'm high, dumb high
n***a, I could look into the sun's eyes
Young guy, but rich though
And I keep a rag on me like a 64, like a 64
You know I got that bounce
It's mister-quick-to-pour-a-eighth into a 20 ounce
Okay I'm Terminater, you n***as Minnie Mouse
And I'm Young Money, anyhow
I got money on the drank (drank)
And half on the dank (dank)
(Mack Mizzle)
[x9]
[Mack Maine:]
It's hood sh** baby, so you know it's all thug's
Rockstar life, lotta s** and alot a drug's
It's OG Kush, purple dro and kind bud
Have a real n***a feelin' like he's so f**ed up
Have a fake n***a feelin' like he's so bucked up
There go the weed man, spitta back the truck up
There go the lean man, thugga we done lucked up
I mix the two dro by my b**h and then we rough f**
I leave a Crego to the lot and pick a Jag' up
If you was in my shoes, n***a you could brag cuz
Weezy Wee got me, Baby he got me
Young Money, Cash Money, b**h that's my posse
40. cals with brokes, safeties just try to rob me
Million dollar man Ted DiBiase
Now let me tell you, if I'm missin' a bush
sh**'ll get ugly than New York from the Flavor Of Love
I got money on the drank (drank)
And half on the dank (dank)
(Mack Mizzle)
[x9]
Now we lean (lean) out our minds (out our minds)
Rest In Peace to DJ Screw, we on the grind (on the grind)
Cause we lean (lean) out our minds (out our minds)
Rest In Peace to DJ Screw, we on the grind (on the grind)