[Baby talking to Wayne] 

Ay Wayne 

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

[Chorus: Baby] 

The only way we get it only way we know to get it 

Off the block, off the clip, off the cain nigga 

The only way we live it only way we know to live it 

On the grind tote a nine do yo thang nigga 

The only way we get it only way we know to get it 

Off the block, off the clip, off the cain nigga 

The way we live it is the only way we know to live it 

On the grind tote a nine do yo thang nigga

[Verse 1] 

Well I’m a 17 nigga got that hollygrove 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 

Well I’m gone get fed up one day 

Put lead up in the K 

Come and hit up where ya 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 

Im a park the fucking truck and knock yo door off the henges 

Yes weezy 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 

[Chorus]

[Verse 2] 

Weezy F. Baby hand cocked 

Demand my cheese 

Fuck you pay me 

And I can’t stop 

Please, what you crazy? 

Man I’m a get it like the man on the chorus 

Got my hand on a fortune 

Bang at ya porches, Bang at ya window 

Kidnapp 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! 

Its the Birdman and Birdman Jr 

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

[Chorus]

[Verse 3] 

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 ya own brothers after you 

So you ain’t got no other brother after you 

Dont let the boys in blue capture you 

Cause they got pictures of me at it too 

Its all fucked up 

Bossman weezy get y’all touched up 

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

Its cash money all or nothing 

Its Lil Wayne the reverand 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

[Chorus]

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