Lil Wayne - Paper Machine lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] UGH!! you can smell it through the wrapper That's that s*** n**** sit it in a pamper I still got two sittin in the hamper I let em' sit and air out unless you want em' damper My lil brother got piffs on the campus We call him, the NO capo We all in this what we rid for We got "cash money" on the table layin' underneath the flo' S*** it's like I gotta pan how I heat the flo' A but I really gotta a pan how I heat the blow S*** a Develope this beat is so, motha'f***in' GI-Joe and the hydro got me high I cant see where I go When the rap stop movin you just follow the coke When yo b**** start choosin she gone ride wit a pro Imma have that hoe swolling coke Birdman Jr. Chorus: Young money imma take the machine thing,you can catch me in the louis not the latest machine ! x 3 [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Now I aint putting nothing out, I smoke when I wanna 26-inch chrome spokes on the Hummer This heat gon last for the whole summer Running your b**h faster then the Road Runner Rocks on my wrist, rolls gold under Glocks on my hip, those throw thunder Im buying diamond by the pier But when you stop, the only thing still spinning is your ear Yeah, im riding with that all black snub Raiders cap back, all black gloves Im 80s man, but the boy smack thugs These record sales equal more back rubs Not to mention I bought a pack of clubs His impacts about as raw as crack was Now all these new artists getting raw deals Im only 21, sitting on mills Chorus : Young money imma take the machine thing,you can catch me in the louis not the latest machine ! x3 Verse 3 : Copped ten sold five then I hide three Baking soda residue I'm gone with the other two Copped ten sold five then I hide three Baking soda residue I'm gone with the other two Copped ten sold five then I hide three Baking soda residue I'm gone with the other two f** a magic stick Jeezy got a magic wrist David Copperfield on the stove all types of sh** Stack it up like Pringles all type of chips AR-15 all type of clips G.A. yeah Atlanta Dipset Harlem World call Santana Hit Jim on the hip Cam on the celly We gon' call Ace I get 'em for R.Kelly That's seventeen a chicken I know the birdman 140th and Lenix I know the birdgang Chorus : Young money imma take the machine thing,you can catch me in the louis not the latest machine ! x3