Lil Wayne - David Banner lyrics

Chrome on the monster, leather intestines With a top model, and the contestants I'm a Rottweiler, yes I'm a rock 'n' roller It's Weezy f**in' Baby, yeah straight up out the stroller Chrome on the monster Leather intestines With a top model And the contestants I'm a Rottweiler Yes I'm a rock-n-roller It's Weezy f**in' Baby Yeah straight up out the stroller I'm higher than the solar System Marley twist 'em I'm like Macaulay Culkin I was rich when I was pissin' On myself, I'm ballin' You n***as haterholics I'm just the recipe So you can save the garlic I'm like a set of keys I'm bout to get it started I smoke them Beverly Hills, from California Them b**hes after me So I put that paddle on 'em She rode my dick and said she shoulda put a saddle on him I watch out for them snakes, listen for that rattle homie And I ain't got a clique, I got a cattle homie What up five, kickin' back just bein boo I'm talking foreign money, like a European dude Yeah I'm heavy man, so you should reconsider I hit you one time, f** up yo equilibrium I got rhythm, yeah, I got soul y'all I travel all around the world like a postcard My flow cold, f** around and get a cold sore I got this b**h on lock like a closed door Weezy's real, them other n***as folklore I'm connected, I got more hoods than a coat store I'm successful, I got more sh** than you can hope for And I got through that water like a boat oar Young, Carter the name Baby boy rising like hot water and 'caine Whip it, stretch it, and flip it Re-up, stretch it and flip it Re-up, stretch it and flip it Re-up, stretch it and flip it Re-up We up in the club, we up in the club Money running like water, b**h get up in the tub I'm up in the club, she up in the club, he up in the club Now she can't leave so we f** in the club Am I lucky or what? Playboy Rabbit And I like big tongues like skateboard fashion I got more girls than the Playboy Mansion I bet I serve 'em up like my name Pete Sampras And a n***a drink like the late Fred Sandford And a n***a smoke like there is no cancer And I know this world is so cold and deceivin' But I keep my head up like my nose is bleedin' Yeah, and until that chosen evenin' I'mma be screamin Apple and Eagle Yeah, that's right, Apple and Eagle Hollygrove 17, I won't leave you Nope, and this is just the preview But I'm already workin on the sequel f** with me wrong I'll f** with your home Like a letter to the wife saying your husband is gone Like m**m, I'm calm But like m**m I'll bomb And beat the track up like a hundred arms I'm funky like underarms The engineer's recording a thunderstorm My hunger forms, then ring the alarms The Carter 2 was nice but the third times a charm Weezy f**in'