Juvenile - White Girl lyrics

(Lil Wayne) Listen...I'ma hundred percent hussla from my face to my feet My lifetime cases the street, my dime places the street Until I wake and see another f**in day is relief I pray that he keep, I'm scrappin my knees from chasing this cheese I had point guard dreams of playin for some team Hit the block and made NBA money in one week See I hussle in the hood and plus I fly birdies And play the tracks out every month so I can ride dirty Needed someone to manage my money I hired Shelly But Shelly started talkin to much so she died early They got me loadin up my Benz with my eyes blurry I sent the message to the f**er at bout five thirty Now if the b**h ain't got my dice for me then I'm sorry But I'ma leave everyone who outside bloody And then I go in the stash get the coke and the cash I'm lettin n***as score it for half, I'm hopein it last But still n***a don't, I might have to just go in the lap And if its slow in the a** back to the rope and the mask (Chorus) (Lil Wayne) Man we got that white girl, And wigga talk bout uh price to make it right for you And if you like that alllright then we got what you neeed And if you like that nasty broad then we got low ki's.. Dog who got um? We got that white girl And wigga talk about uh price to make it right for you And if you like that alllright then we got what you neeed And if you like that nasty broad we got them low ki's.. Man who got um? We got that white girl And wigga talk about uh price to make it right for you And if you like that alllright then we got what you neeed And if you like that nasty broad we got them low ki's.. Playa who got um? (Juvenile) I hate when a n***a flex up and he's makin it sound As though he been doin that border, but that n***a would drown My block been infiltrated by uh whole lot of fake a** n***as Scared a** n***az, won't even bust uh grape a** n***az I'm talkin to you! so take it how you want ho I've been here for uh minute, so I looked up and you don't move Ya partnuhs been f**in wit ya cause they know how you is n***as be smackin ya and humpin you and snatchin yo sh** Matter fact get the f** out my face, befo' I put you in ya place I'm one secound from bustin the drapes Well you can get ya money and all but not ch'ere Lil daddy I been runnin this section for 5 years, first of all I don't like ya I don't know ya, run and get ya gun if you want I'm gon show ya You one of them n***az try earning your stripe Lil daddy I'm one of them n***az that'll hit ya at night (Chorus) (Baby) That liquor like dope n***a I gots to have it, Cook flip the brick with some heavy traffic Guns gon bust if these n***as be lackin Cadallac, gold spokes, brick head, and baskets Overflow this b**h white work gone faster Tradegy of uh murder case twisted and laughin In the bentley drop top and Pac is blastin Hit the hood jumpin the cop, we start the stashin Bunch of white t-shirts phone calls hara**ment Bought a pot on that sh** make it hot and ejectin He standin on my two feet he purrin "I ain't blastin" Coming up from child hood days about my cashing Hundred g's on the trunk of the Escalade Cadi I never did listen , I never mind my daddy My brother gave him a game cookin in an ally 4 bricks two guns I'm runnin to my parents (Chorus) - repeat 2X