Mannie Fresh - BM J.R. lyrics

[Baby: Speaking] Yeah shawty you know what I'm talkin' about I'm peepin' these n***as out there slippin', lookin' like They ain't 'bout money no mo' man, so uh f** You know what we gon' do huh, what we been doin' ha n***a We gon' load up get a lot mo get a lot mo and say f** em n***a Keep buyin' sh**, keep f**in' hoes Loadin' up on mo' b**hes Then you know what I'm sayin', we gon' get greedy too n***a I ain't never gettin' full I'm full blooded with this grind Yeah they don't understand lil n***a [Verse 1: Lil' Wayne] Murder capital only key to survive is k** If the elements don't murder you the riders will for real And n***as know I go hard to the fullest Get involved and I got em playing dodgeball with bullets Yeah, I got the sawed-off fully in the Sean John hoodie Get f**ed you play p**y Ha, we hit 'em up while they lookin' And them body shots hurt But the head shots took him Damn, and if the red dot spot 'em then the hollow head got 'em Knock his top to his bottom jack Yeah, you see we grind from the bottom just to make it to the bottom At the very bottom of the map Lil Weezy-ana piranhas everywhere you at You gotta wear ya extra condom and a extra gat Your b**h can get it for actin' like a man And n***as in Pakistan ain't packin' like your man I backwards hand your man on command In front of n***as he cool with them boys on fan I'm on hot, I adjust in different climates Ducking the animal keeper runnin' with my primates You ain't did it till you done it like in five states Weezy hustle no blubber I put on weight And in the drought I go on a diet and stretch more Lose all that weight leave a n***a with stretch marks You don't even come up to a n***a chest pa' sub par What the f** they play it in the club for Real sh** I'm ducking bombs from a drug war No religion but the cops swear that I'm a drug lord Father forgive 'em for they know not who they pushin' Lord Father forgive me if I have to send em to you Lord I'm just tryin' dodge the shots they send to the God They ridin' up highway to heaven boulevard Damn, them n***as p**y and jive not even in a eye exam they ain't lookin' for I The A and the K will make your face crook to the side Now when you smilin' everybody gotta look from the side Cause when you wildin' you ain't lookin' you just lookin' high And when we hungry you look like pie Sweet potato-a** n***a you lemon merengue, apple custard Cherry jelly, don't make me get the biscuit busta What up Gizzle you my distant brother Real sh** n***a same father, different mother I skip the frontin' and stick to keepin' it trill You not know me for nothin' other I'm somethin' other Than people you feel I'm deeper for real I'm deeper than sk**s My speeches can k**, rest in peace [Baby: Speaking] Yeah, you undadig shawty it's all about one thing n***a If you bout money n***a come f** with us If you ain't bout no money get the f** from 'round us n***a And whatever you bout we bout it Howeva you wanna get we can give it to ya n***a All runners b**h, you undadig put your prints in n***a Put your feet down and your nuts on the concrete and let's roll [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] You sleep in the field for trying the dude I'll bust ya head to the meat turn ya mind to food Food for thought, think I ain't lyin' to you I lie his body in grease, set fire to em I tie his body in sheets put the tires to em Make em feel the Escalade put his feet in the blades Damn! I'm the heat in the blaze And n***as keep they ways when I'm in the streets wit blay What! My n***a hungry he'll eat the plate And if I ask the homeboy'll eat ya face Yea! And though he got me, you can ask I'm like a pool table, I keep the eight My side pocket side ways When I pop it leave a n***a sideways for five days Birdman talk to em [Baby: Speaking] Yeah n***a, I tell em, I'll tell em again shawty If it ain't bout no money get and fall the f** from 'round me n***a [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Check my swag, I travel like sound dawg You play hard and I'm gravel like ground dawg I'm underground, call me groundhog Lay down laws, call the ground law Don't confuse me wit' the law, naw But just confuse me with my pa because I am the Birdman J.R I ain't trippin' n***a, I play the corner like Ripken n***a With the forty Cal Ripken n***a, rip a n***a Flip your vehicle, split your windshield Whack ya baby momma but I'll let the kid live And people say that I am a kid still Cause the lil n***a still ride on big wheels You feeling animal then come on and get k**ed The Sig peel bandanas like bananas Say I'm slight bananas I blow a weekend in Havana In my Cabana wit my bottom b**h from Savannah Man a train couldn't stop ya man I man up and you not a man I stand up say I got my land I'm the man of my land call it Lil-Weezy-ana... That's the new plan [Baby: Speaking] Yeah n***a, you bout some money get at me n***a That's the only way Dumb sh** we bout that get at me you undadig n***a roll solo, dolo n***a