Lil Wayne - Still lyrics

Uh, trust fund baby Lump sums baby Got a bunch of ’em baby Not some money baby Got much money baby Brrp brrp, the money comin’ baby By the dump truck baby Young Money baby Tryna’ fu*k someone baby Boutta run something baby I’m over here havin’ too much fun baby That ho dreamin’ havin’ my trust fund baby Gotta su*k something baby What’s up, baby? What that talk ’bout? Run that tongue for me, baby Yeah, give me some head for some bread Ooh, that’s lunch money baby Rich ni**a screamin’ out, “fu*k money, baby” Like what money, baby? Blood gang baby, that’s blood money baby Love got her own money, love money baby Laughin’ to the bank now, no words for the baby Tell ’em hush lil baby, I don’t trust nothing baby fu*k that sh*t, I’ll bust one, baby Got a few guns baby, not onе gun baby Need two cups baby, not one cup baby You done blew up baby, I donе fu*ked already But we could keep that between just us, baby Shh I done said too much, huh, baby? Frrr, I done made too much, huh, baby? Still in the coupe goin’ crazy Not the Vette, that’s a Lamb baby Blockin’ these b*tches like spam baby Swipin’ my card, I got scams baby I pull up with Tunechi like Weezy baby She asked for my kid and I told her, “Maybe” That my baby momma then she get a Mercedes b*tch I’m rich forever, have a trust fund baby Still in the coupe goin’ crazy Not the Vette, that’s a Lamb baby Blockin’ these b*tches like spam baby Swipin’ my card I got scams baby I pull up with Rich, he a soldier baby She asked for my kid and I told her, “Maybe” That my baby momma then she get a Mercedes b*tch I’m rich forever, have a trust fund baby My kid get a trust fund I got rich and bought more guns I been shootin’ like James Bond Help me up I had no bond I fu*ked a b*tch now she rich Plain Patek on her wrist If I fu*k her it’s a risk Goin’ raw, tryna’ miss Pull it out and tell her kiss it Still in the coupe goin’ crazy Not the Vette, that’s a damn McLaren I pull up with Weezy, your baby starin’ b*tch colder than the chain, than the ice I’m wearin’ How I turned to a martyr I don’t do no carin’ I just caught a million dawg, need a veterinarian I’m a real deal boss, ain’t no damn comparin’ Half a million Plain Pateks, I don’t even wear ’em fu*k her from the back and smack it Good pussy, I’m a addict Bought a Benz and then she matte it Lunch money, I’m her daddy Throw it back, she got a fatty Baby mama get a new Benz Came with my chopper, I got no friends It’s a triple stack, I was rollin’ Pop a pill and break her back in These ni**as be actin’ Tell your b*tch ’cause you really were lackin’ I ain’t stressed out, I’m really relaxin’ Pinky armour, money be stackin’ Young ni**a tryna catch a Kardashian Drop off baby then I end up crashin’ Can’t love a ho, I’ma end up passin’ In the coupe goin’ crazy like still Young ni**a, Fresh Prince like Will, for real Still in the coupe goin’ crazy Not the Vette, that’s a Lamb baby Blockin’ these b*tches like spam baby Swipin’ my card I got scams baby I pull up with Tunechi like Weezy baby She asked for my kid and I told her, “Maybe” That my baby momma then she get a Mercedes b*tch I’m rich forever, have a trust fund baby Still in the coupe goin’ crazy Not the vette, that’s a Lamb baby Blockin’ these b*tches like spam baby Swipin’ my card I got scams baby I pull up with Rich he a soldier baby She asked for my kid and I told her, “Maybe” That my baby momma then she get a Mercedes b*tch I’m rich forever, have a trust fund baby Goin’ brazy