Ludacris - Errrbody (Remix) lyrics

[Bridge: Yo Gotti] This sh** here for errbody, errbody ... [Hook: Yo Gotti (Lil Wayne)] Errbody wanna be a dope boy Errbody wanna be a coke boy, errbody gotta choppa Errbody get money, errbody say they from the hood Errbody real but they not boy Err'b**h say that she a bad b**h Errbody on Instagram lookin' like (I ain't got Instagram) Errbody say they started from the bottom now they at the top [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Really had crack in the nineties's,really hid guns from my momma, n***a ask about me Money, weed, pain pills, drank,four course meal, I got full off the appetizer, b**h I really got shooters right beside me,really got groupies in the lobby, hoopin' and the holl'in' And I really got bazookas with the silence,pointed right, at your medulla oblongata,Ramen noodles on your collar I maneuver, like a cougar with the chopper,connoisseur, entrepreneur, pursuin' every dollar till I got 'em Got a crew of n***as who will get it poppin', if it's poppin,'ya'll newer n***as ain't really poppin,', that's what's poppin' Got a crew of b**hes come to p**y poppin', that's what poppin',and we gone do it big, astronomic, catastrophic Everybody said, that they f**in' everybody, everybody sayin' that I'm f**in' everybody Lil Tune [Hook: Yo Gotti] [Verse 2: Yo Gotti] f** that, we're still at the bottom! Anybody get it,had to leave the streets, cause everybody snitchin' Why these n***as marry strippers, when they everybody b**hes? My fault, that ain't everybody business, really got partners in the Feds Really transition out the street, really, really got some bread I'm a different type of n***a, I'ma play my position I like different type of b**hes, payin' mortgage and tuition Why everybody tryna get likes, tryna get followers,and every bad b**h is a model And everybody livin' pound blessed,#n***aWeMadeIt, when everybody got problems I know a lot of rappers dead broke, livin' off a note, waitin' for the label to say go f** that, I'm independent, CMG still winnin' I done pull up in the white Ferrari, Lam, Lamborghini, screamin' [Hook: Yo Gotti] [Verse 3: Ludacris] Everbody wanna say that they the best rapper on Earth Too full of yourself, everyday ya'll s**, need a pat on the back, 'til ya'll burp I've been gettin' money everyday, since before rappers started wearing these skirts And your girl say my dick like a nine to five, so everyday I be puttin' in work Everybody ain't built for the spotlight,everybody ain't got this watch Everybody got 99 Problems, but ain't got sacks, like JJ Watt I smoke that Silverhaze, that Train Wreck, that Blueberry, that Blue Cheese Thousand dollar belt around the waist, mothaf**a, ya'll dragonfly, I'm Bruce Lee While I was on the 4th, ya'll was on the 3rd,never slung a quarter, never slung a bird But I k** any rapper sippin' lean, smokin' green, on a hot sixteen and that's my motherf**in' word Been gone too long, but I'm coming back around,so I'm guessin' everybody can't catch up How we go from OG, to the Freshman cla**?Tell these n***as, I'm next up [Hook + Bridge]