[Intro: Mannie Fresh] 

Look right here, this how we gon do this 

Hook up the turn tables, whoof get on the keyboard 

And we gon run this for you, ya heard? 

Yeah, check it out

[Female] 

Cash Money… 

Cash Money… 

Cash Money… 

Cash Money…

[Lil Wayne] 

Ay, let me slide in the Benz with the fished-out fins 

Hit the mall wit my girlfriends dish out ends 

Cause you know it ain’t trickin if you got it 

Copped baby girl what she desired 

It’s chump change ma, Marijuana skyler 

Know’n what I got up in my styraphone cup — that purple stuff 

It was given to me at birth an stuff 

So that’s why I cop the Bentley with the leather and the furry cups

[Baby] 

Hey, hold on mami them whips on dubs 

Cadillac Truck, 28’s, no rubs 

Slide in the Benz, fins, bubble-eyed lens 

Car show in New York, y’all know who wins 

It’s the Birdman daddy, with the Gucci Prada 

Slant back Cup Truck, no rims — can’t holla 

It’s that Louie Fendi on Ostrich streets 

It’s the tailor-made daddy, mami do you love me? 

[Chorus: TQ] 

Baby, I’m a stunna 

I ain’t gon change it 

Don’t.. you.. know.. it’s a way of life? 

Mami, do you want it? 

Cause I’m about to bring it 

Oh baby, can’t stop the stun, no, no

[Baby] 

Pop one, pop two with the blue Nike shoes 

Royal blue jag on ’em 22’s 

Slippers, white to breate, 500 Degreez 

In that Cadillac Truck on ’em 23’s 

I’m the boss of the game with the money and fame 

All these, naked women that pop Champaign 

And these, marble floors stay high as Rick James 

If you know my name then you know my game

[Lil Wayne] 

It’s Lil’ Whoody from the Hot Block where seris flow 

Gotta get dough, cha’ll won’t feel me blow 

But, y’all don’t hear me though 

Til I’m rolling down my window where my grill is show 

And you know I probably pump it through the hood on them 24’s 

Word, rims poking out the side of the err 

Glock, have ya rims poking out the side of your shirt 

I’m a 17 nigga and I ride through the turf

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne] 

Hey, and my pinky glow cause my rings is so… 

Blingy blingy, yo stop blinking though 

We smoke stinky stinky dro 

And we don’t cop them incy wincy o’s 

And we don’t stop, nah, we blow 

Fuck the pee-ple 

Everywhere we go we smell like ick yo 

Birdman, my Paw so that make me go.. fly like an eagle, fasheezy

[Baby] 

See they think cause I stay English turn 

That stunna don’t ever OZ to burn 

I go in each sto’ and ball like a dog 

Me and my niggs ball like a dog 

Cars on my streets, all on the lawn 

Ice in my teeth, all on my arm 

Tats in my face, my back and my arm

[Lil Wayne] 

Tats in my face, my back and my arm

[Chorus]

[Outro: Mannie Fresh] 

Yo, there it is, ya lil’ low life 

See, I’m a professional — you a rookie 

Fuck, a game so serious I could sell a hooker some pussy 

That’s some serious shit 

Oh yeah, believe that 

Who we rollin wit? 

We rollin wit Cash Money 

Oh, I forgot about peace — Peace! 

I mean.. piece of pussy, piece of land, piece of property 

Just a mind game 

Piece of mind, ya know 

Piece of something, motherfucker!

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