Ay Wayne what a pay net

I know this bullshit that I'm hearing ain't true right

Ya feel me these niggaz out here picking bullshit

Over money nigga but you know what fuck a nigga

We gone keep grinding this shoe box is full

Well I'm a 17 nigga got that holly grove in me

It ain't coming to me so I gotta go get it

You ain't fucking with me I got the hottest flow nigga

There ain't nothing to see because I'm not in yo vision

On and I'm gone get fed up one day put lead up in the K

Come and hit up where you stay so

Baby momma betta get up out the way

'Cause the bullet got no heart and the trigger man crazy

Little man if a bigger man jumps through

Then I'm in the hood with the pump in the truck looking

But if you ain't in them cuts or on them benches

I'm a park the fucking truck and knock yo door off the henges

Yes wheezy baby flow off the henges

So off the tempo no pad or pencil well let me go

Back to what men do throwback Benz purple, throw back 22's bitch

Weezy F. Baby hand cocked demand my cheese

Fuck you pay me and I can't stop please, what you crazy?

Bang at ya porches, bang at ya window, kidnap ya neighbors

Torture ya kinfolk and tell the cops I murder the infoer

Leave him on the precinct steps in a pillow

Niggaz wanna keep they breath then tell 'em get low

I got ten left in the tech so what they here fo

Nigga you ain't scaring nothin' weezy been a tiger

In the jungle since a cub with my paws in the mud

Yeah me and my paw in the mud interior mayback like what

Bitch nigga it's the Birdman and Birdman Jr

And he ain't got to his son a shoot ya blah

Homeboy you gotta know that avenue to get off a bag

Or two or you just passin' through true true

And we just passed the truth passin' through the streets

Of the murder capital where you think your own brothers after you

So you ain't got no other brother after you don't let the boys

In blue capture you 'cause they got pictures of me at it too

It's all fucked up Bossman Weezy get y'all touched up

Gat blacked your face like your run into a wall or something

It's cash money all or nothing it's Lil Wayne the reverend call it Sunday

The congregation know I come with nothing but leave with everything

I ain't come for nothing and the choir know I come with money

And y'all know I'm Stunnas youngin' like dat bitch