Birdman - Duffle Bag Boy Remix lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wayne] Move, mu... shoot with that {316 Production} And if you can't feel it I'mma touch ya Nothin' makes a situation better than chedda And I'm cuttin' through that cheese like a Shredder So I guess I'm famous like a Ninja Turtle But I ain't got nothin', nothin' but money Cuz if I don't do, if I don't do [Hook: Lil Wayne] If I don't do nothin' I'mma ball I'm countin' all day like the clock on the wall Now go and get ya money lil' duffle bag boy Say go and get ya money lil' duffle bag boy (Get money) I ain't never ran from a n***a And I damn sho' ain't bout to pick today to start runnin' (Remix baby) Look honey, I ain't never ran from a n***a And I damn sho' ain't bout to pick today to start runnin' (Get money) [Lil Wayne] +Tha Block is Hot+, the flow is so ice cold Walkin' into the bank, honey I am home I am on that sh** they got me dancin' on Anotha planet to a screwed Janet Jackson song I talk real crazy, but they still pay me Said goodbye to the game, but I'm still wavin' And no disrespect to the lil' ladies But f** nine months, I hustle all year baby All yeah baby, I know you lovin' that DB with a DB, dope boy wit a duffle bag Wit a duffle bag, Tity put it in the air Call me Mr. President or call me Mr. Every Pair Or Mr. Everywhere or Mr. Never Care Or Mr. Never Scared, no you could never scare Me, yeah me in the kitchen wit that big pot b**h I'm on my, b**h I'm on my tick tock, tick tock [Hook] {New Playaz Circle} [Dolla Boy] Hail to the streets, cuz the streets is what made me Still the same I hate hoes and they hate me If a n***a owe me, believe he gon pay me I signed wit Def Jam but I don't know Jay-Z Beat the, beat the d**h like Weezy F Baby Just like Khaled say "We the Best, We the Best" Duffle bag boys Dolla Tit ya wanna meet the rest Big Cap, J dot, beats that's hot [Tity Boi] Yes I am a beast Feed me rappers or feed me beats I don't wanna talk I let my fo' fo' speak And I like my Sprite Pepto pink Yeah I get moola, I put work on a ruler I like good brain, but I'm lookin for a tutor I got on so much j**lery that I feel like a cooler But cooler, ya dig? [Hook] [Juelz Santana] I'mma get 'em my attention Ok Dipset, Santana, let's go, ya dig? Aye I push those whips, pa** those hoes Got a money overload, my duffle bag won't close (uh oh) I'm driving by, you just standin' starin' We flyin' high, you just prepare for landin' I'm so fresh from my stitchin' to my belt From my j**els to my shoes, I take pictures of myself (Cheese) And that money's my wife, she ain't signin' a prenup She gon love me for life (why), cuz I know how to treat her [Birdman] Stunna Man so I'm headin' to the Phantom shop Cop 3 now I'm headin' to the rim shop Took a Jet to Jersey on Ms. Lee's island You know me homey, bout this money and power Big, timin', straight, hustlin' Up-town, wit the, muscle Get, money, dark, shades Stay, high, ready, spray [Hook] - 2X