Young Money Publishing - La La lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Sittin' in a Caddy, Wright like Betty Floatin' up the aisle like the bride and her Daddy Hip-hop addict, hip-hop addict Man I swear I'm on top like the attic Yeah, b**h, I be with my dog like Shaggy And we stay clean but we get dirty like Harry Flyer than blue birds, cardinals and canaries f** we, I'm all about me like Paris Hilton presidential suite already I'm richer than Nicole and I'm a Lion like her Daddy I am hotter than the Sunday after Saturday I swear I'm a savage like Lil Webbie and Randy Oscar de la Hoya, box ya like a casket Or Diego Coralles, n***a keep jabbin' See, my style it varies, like d** in an alley My leather so soft, my paint prettier than Halle Wittier than comedy, n***a write a parody But I ain't tellin' jokes... apparently A parent, yeah my daughter be the twinkle of my eye You hurt her, you k** me and n***a I ain't 'bout to die See y'all are at ground, and my daughter is my sky I swear I look in her face and I just want to break out and fly Four tears in my face and you ain't never heard me cry I'm richer than all y'all, I got a bank full of pride [Hook] Started out hustlin' (ended up ballin') n***a I'm the sh**, get the f** up out my toilet Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies Started out hustlin' (ended up ballin') (x3) n***a I'm the sh**, get the f** up out my toilet [Verse 2: Brisco] My paint Bubblicious, the motor so vicious The rims the same color as the wrapper of a Kisses, Hersey's I'm hyphy, somethin' like a piston And when I'm in Detroit, I be ballin' like a Piston Oh, and did I mention, I'm fly like a pigeon Higher than gas prices, you Las Vegas trickin' I'm nine under par in a Bentley golf cart The Polo be cream but the Prada's caviar Weezy I'm sick from all this tourin' You told me (sip this,) then call me in the morning And I vowed to never trust another woman In my life, and then I got horny [Hook] Started out hustlin' (ended up ballin') n***a I'm the sh**, get the f** up out my toilet Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies Started out hustlin' (ended up ballin') (x3) n***a I'm the sh**, get the f** up out my toilet [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] See I ain't goin' nowhere, b**h You know a n***a been home, honey Money f**in' retarded, call it down syndrome money My case sick, sh**, they diagnose sickle cell bread The revenue stream got a disease like a jail bed Like a mattress from Sing-Sing or way down in Comstock These b**hes call me Bling King, I sh** when the bomb drop And sprinkle diamonds all over n***as, flawless and D-Cla** Then twinkle like a shine, just like a sparkle from clean gla** They movin' on a n***a as I'm walkin' the valley, ready? And zoomin' with the cameras like I'm dickin' down Halle Berry My money help me do things that you n***as can't believe Like purchase persons, places all them things that you can't conceive Like interactin' with women the caliber of Janet I sit and master my vision and ma**acre the planet (WHOA!) I hope you n***as know just what it is While I'm countin' my paper, n***as know I'm handlin' my biz [Hook] Started out hustlin' (ended up ballin') n***a I'm the sh**, get the f** up out my toilet Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies Started out hustlin' (ended up ballin') (x3) n***a I'm the sh**, get the f** up out my toilet