Lil Wayne - Top Back lyrics

Yeah, that's me and T man T.I. dot com b**h Tip, f** wit' ya boi Hey, that is my brotha Ladies and gentleman T.I. And he is the king, b**h Don't get that sh** twisted And me, I am the best rapper alive Ladies and gentleman, hello This is the drought 3 And it's been a minute since I rapped on a Manny Fresh beat But uh, I guess I'll go ahead And show these n***as what to do With one of the beats, man I like my seat down low and my window slightly cracked Ridin' wit' a bad hoe with her girlfriend in tha back I like to get real high and I never look back And you don't wanna try me and don't I look strapped? I come from tha hardest city, ain't nobody f**in' wit' it I got black and gold soul wit' a fresh New Orleans fitted And a collared polo and a pair of balli bucks Young Money motherf**a, I know you worry about us Cash Money motherf**er, CMR, I trust Never had my jaw brokin' but his jaw I'll bust And I probably got your girlfriend on my bus What happens on my bus stays on my bus And that white widow weed out the jar is a must If you give me a cigar then a cigar I'll bust Put that white widow weed in the cigar and puff Look ma, I'm tryin' to make a p**no starring us Well, not just us, a couple foreign s*uts Yeah, we make this a manage twain, ya'll in? I be with Jim Jones and we be ballin' ballin' Yeah baby, we ballin' like Rawlins and Spalding Pint of DJ screw and that Hawaiian I am leaning like 3 legged lion Climbing right to the top Of the motherf**in' mountain counting I'm gonna need me an accountant to count it Manny got this f**in' beat pounding It's pounding but it was just lost until I found it I found it, stole it like a scoundrel Holly grove hound it, put this b**h to sleep f**ing right, I night gowned it, n***a's talkin' cheap Tell them n***as, pipe down b**h Bloods in the building, now everybody soundless Beatin' up this track like a motherf**in round fist Blind, deaf or crazy, I'ma spit like a long kiss I'm just a martian, ain't nobody else on this planet I know See, I live by my only Say where my cheese n***a? Where my macaroni? Baby, I get up in da a** and act a donkey Candy, armed candy n***a grippin' the grain See, I'm the only fire that can live in the rain I am so, so New Orleans like 1825 Tulane Ha, ha, ha, see you gotta be New Orleans To know what I'm talkin 'bout and if you don't, f** you Say what I want and I don't want nothin' 'Cause I got everything, b**h