Lil Wayne - f**witmeyouknowigotit lyrics

[Intro: DJ Drama] I mean it's simple, you can't f** with us [Lil Wayne] I got money on yo head, I don't do my dirty work I cut off my hands, I don't even touch the work I pray these n***as dont f** with me and I don't like to curse in church And my girl p**y, taste just like Mrs. bu*terworths I mean that... believe that... Don't be short with that work n***a, we find out where yo ho work n***a We follow your moms from church n***a, you gonna have to swallow yo pride like a thirst quencher Get 'em Tune! I don't really f** around with certain n***as, f** all y'all n***as except my n***as These n***as hustlin' backwards, check ya rearview mirror and your side mirrors OG kush keep my mind clearer, that chopper get yo mind right I got two choppers, that's chopsticks, eat yo block up like shrimp-fried rice Been so long since I seen my eyes white, you know I smoke like dry ice Better stay in yo lane or get sideswiped, it's going down, let me straighten up and fly right Still can't turn a hoe into a housewife, man it's like some things will never change You ain't got a shot in a gun range, these chumps ain't even got chump change Uh, yeah, and don't f** with me, you know I'm Gotti Yeah, check yourself before I sign it Yeah, I'm shinin' on these n***as, no horizon Yeah, and it's goin' down if I'm her pilot Uh, my new car is so robotic My new b**h is so provided, money talks, yours like no comment Black car, racial profilin', rest in peace to Christopher Wallace Desert Eagle like the Mojave, I get my work from Rico Suave Uh, it's a Rollie if I got time on my hand You ever see me broke? Write on my cast Boy my weed so good, I cry when it's gone Had a phone in jail, that's a cellphone Yeah, I'm bout to buy a machine gun We drink it all, leave clean cups, make mountains look like speed bumps I'm sittin' on some train tracks, hopin' that b**h speed up I'm strong-armin' these n***as, roll my sleeves up, yeah I got bad b**hes on standby, all my hoes got cat eyes Celebrate when a rat die, make a n***a fall back like he gettin' baptized Put me in a hospital room, full of flat lines, I'm Tunechi Lee immortal My name ringin', my name ringin', hello may I take yo order? I say, testarossa over testimony Got so much sh** built up you could smell it on me f** all y'all n***as in Swahili, n***a Aint nothin' +Free+ round here but +Willy+, n***a AK-47, call it Mr. Biggs All my n***as blood, f** yo syringe Chop his head off, put it in the fridge Try not to mistake that sh** for dinner Dedication [T.I.] Ay, ay Hey let me introduce you n***a to America's most Every n***a round with me carry a tote Sadity b**hes like a n***a Tune on the low They just be like ten and be doin' the most Okay, Tune in the jet flyin' over the boat I'm on the way from the Panama, I got a few on the boat What you n***as make a year, I could do with the blow You keep on playin' with me, bet I'll put a few in you hoe The fate of a f** n***a, we soon to see These n***as sweet as perfume to me I mean really like cartoon to me Ain't nobody f**in with Tune and me Hustle Gang, bang green, in God we trust Young Money, Cash Money, they down with us I got a b**h who want yo b**h, you finna give the hoe up And don't buck, shawty listen, you don't really know us We bust a n***a head, leave him layin for dead I get caught with a banger, I'ma lay in the feds In gen pop, n***a everyday in the feds I was chillin' on the yard, really goin' hard And these p**y n***as catchin' feelings over broads King p**y n***a but I'm really like a god Hey, A-Town n***a, Bankhead I'm about it Everybody know to f** with me cause I got it!