(feat. Lil' Wayne) [Chorus x2: Baby] 
Shit, we tryin' to get it all together 
And spend a lil chaddar and fly in any weather nigga 
And homie you get the money and the power 
Then them hoes come and holla and fly in any weather pimpin' [Weezy] 
I see you haters, hatin' on the way a nigga think 
But I'm laughing, laughing all the way to the bank 
And I, I kinda act like my shit don't stink 
On a toilet with the burner taped under the sink 
Like a Russian 
I'll rullet the bullet 
Yea straight to ya head give a nigga a mullet 
I'm a Cash 
Money brother a lover of money 
Yea the tommy is showin' but the hunger is growin' 
What part cha' don't understand 
What you ain't know 
I'm like Kobe 
You niggaz can't check me go head 
Bowens And 
I never left the team cause 
I'm catchin' every pass 
Stunna McNabb yeah he like go head 
Owens yea 
Bet I'd put a nigga on his ass 
Squlou and 
Big Whop make show he don't last 
And young 
Wayne do song about the story 
With Birdman singin' on the chorus, nigga [Chorus] [Baby] 
Look, a ticket here and a ticket there 
And I'm the first out the hood to get rich nigga still here 
Its big paper in the prime of my life my nigga 
We take it off ya' shoulder broad daylight my nigga 
It's Stunna 
Island biggest baler in the city 
The Range 
Rover rally strip on them 26's 
Gucci down when the 
Birdman in ya' town 
We blow out the pound rollin' through 
Uptown Canary yellow 
Cash Money iced out piece 
Like father, like son we beasts on these streets 
Well let me bring you back to 1993 
Where I met four lil niggaz in the 3 
We got big, we grinded in them city streets 
And three left and they all tryin' na beef me 
There's one 
Birdman and one 
J.R We neighborhood superstars mother **** y'all [Chorus] [Weezy] 
Murcing every murderer 
In the garden 
I'm burstin' hittin' serpents up 
And in the 
Carter we still workin' with that work for ya' 
I'm the God and the turban fits perfect, word 
Puffing' on that precious piff purple herb swerve 
Dang, -is on the curve 
The fed's walkin' so 
I'm talking with slurge 
And we never sell a bird to a mockingbird 
We find out where you stay and we mark your turf 
Lace ya' house with a bomb make you walk in first 
Oh, and ya' is sharp with hers 
She cook a nigga steaks and cool-aid for thirst, yeah 
See we murderers but do it like gangsta 
We really never show it but everybody know it 
And Slim askin' me to focus on the flow 
While I'm tryin' to have coke for the low on the low, man [Chorus]