| Song | Fly Talkin' Go Home - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Lil Wayne |
| Album | 500 Degreez |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Thomas, Williams | |
| (Chorus:) | |
| We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' | |
| We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' | |
| We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' | |
| I'm all, I'm all about my paper, I'm all, I'm all about my paper | |
| We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' | |
| We over here hustlin', we over here | |
| We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' | |
| I'm all, I'm all about my paper, I'm all, I'm all about my paper | |
| (Lil' Wayne:) | |
| Now ho don't ask me what I'm doing, thats me in the hook. | |
| And I just keep on getting it getting it like a ni' in the book | |
| Yes, wayne straight like a key of that good sh' | |
| If your bitch don't know the rules, I will read her the book. | |
| I got the key to the boat, I got the key to the jet. | |
| I got the key to success, get money invest. | |
| Read up with the rest. I got a Swedish connect. | |
| That means my weed is the best, yoke to even the stress. | |
| OK, the coupe is ridiculous and the jeep is a mess. | |
| That's called my bullets and lugers, I put 'em deep in your neck. | |
| Adam's apple meet banana clip. | |
| You know my script, I just get my chips and then I dip, and then I dip. | |
| They say the bullshit walks, the money talks. | |
| So I don't answer, I don't answer unless the money calls. | |
| Yeah that's my word, thats my word know I will front for y'all. | |
| Its money over everything and bitches under all. M.O.B! | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Birdman:) | |
| I say uptown cobblin', uptown rockin', uptown niggas. | |
| It's the home of the hard knocks. | |
| Cook up a whole block. Hit it up in all white. | |
| Ridin' with a chopper, black diamonds and it all nice. | |
| Shop 'till you pop bitch, do your own thing ho. | |
| Got the game from Pixie's, second floor sixth court. | |
| Bling bling king nigga, money ain't a thing nigga. | |
| Ridin' in a Lamborghini, suicidal regal wings. | |
| Assault rifles, my little homies big poppers. | |
| Coming through the attic, 20 in the heli-chopper. | |
| Zip it and whip it nigga, that's how we ship it, nigga. | |
| Burn it and light it then we flip it and we hit it, nigga. | |
| I spent a mill on my grill for real. | |
| 'Cause we be stunting while we hustling, nigga making his meals. | |
| We be grindin' while we shinin', nigga packin' that steel | |
| Stay fly, get money, nigga stackin' the bills. | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Birdman:) | |
| I say, we deep in the game, nigga. we switching the lanes, nigga | |
| Got blood money homie. No pain, no gain, nigga. | |
| Fifty a fame nigga, a G a name, nigga. | |
| That's what we do nigga, claim your fame, nigga. | |
| Hop out a range, nigga. Fang in hand, nigga. | |
| Stop all that reppin', 'fore I... send some flames, nigga. | |
| All this money, nigga. Jewelry and fame, nigga. | |
| 'Cause we be stuntin', nigga. Moving them things, nigga. | |
| (Lil' Wayne:) | |
| Paper paper, paper. All I need is paper. Green paper. | |
| White chalk, yellow tape will, make your shirt look like you got on the butcher's aprin. | |
| Go ahead and make the steak then, bitch nigga. | |
| Bitch, nigga talkin'. This is how money sound. | |
| I'm just chillin' but my money still running 'round. | |
| Yeah, and I just do's what I does. | |
| You niggas couldn't even be who I was. |
| zuo ci : Thomas, Williams | |
| Chorus: | |
| We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' | |
| We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' | |
| We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' | |
| I' m all, I' m all about my paper, I' m all, I' m all about my paper | |
| We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' | |
| We over here hustlin', we over here | |
| We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' | |
| I' m all, I' m all about my paper, I' m all, I' m all about my paper | |
| Lil' Wayne: | |
| Now ho don' t ask me what I' m doing, thats me in the hook. | |
| And I just keep on getting it getting it like a ni' in the book | |
| Yes, wayne straight like a key of that good sh' | |
| If your bitch don' t know the rules, I will read her the book. | |
| I got the key to the boat, I got the key to the jet. | |
| I got the key to success, get money invest. | |
| Read up with the rest. I got a Swedish connect. | |
| That means my weed is the best, yoke to even the stress. | |
| OK, the coupe is ridiculous and the jeep is a mess. | |
| That' s called my bullets and lugers, I put ' em deep in your neck. | |
| Adam' s apple meet banana clip. | |
| You know my script, I just get my chips and then I dip, and then I dip. | |
| They say the bullshit walks, the money talks. | |
| So I don' t answer, I don' t answer unless the money calls. | |
| Yeah that' s my word, thats my word know I will front for y' all. | |
| Its money over everything and bitches under all. M. O. B! | |
| Chorus | |
| Birdman: | |
| I say uptown cobblin', uptown rockin', uptown niggas. | |
| It' s the home of the hard knocks. | |
| Cook up a whole block. Hit it up in all white. | |
| Ridin' with a chopper, black diamonds and it all nice. | |
| Shop ' till you pop bitch, do your own thing ho. | |
| Got the game from Pixie' s, second floor sixth court. | |
| Bling bling king nigga, money ain' t a thing nigga. | |
| Ridin' in a Lamborghini, suicidal regal wings. | |
| Assault rifles, my little homies big poppers. | |
| Coming through the attic, 20 in the helichopper. | |
| Zip it and whip it nigga, that' s how we ship it, nigga. | |
| Burn it and light it then we flip it and we hit it, nigga. | |
| I spent a mill on my grill for real. | |
| ' Cause we be stunting while we hustling, nigga making his meals. | |
| We be grindin' while we shinin', nigga packin' that steel | |
| Stay fly, get money, nigga stackin' the bills. | |
| Chorus | |
| Birdman: | |
| I say, we deep in the game, nigga. we switching the lanes, nigga | |
| Got blood money homie. No pain, no gain, nigga. | |
| Fifty a fame nigga, a G a name, nigga. | |
| That' s what we do nigga, claim your fame, nigga. | |
| Hop out a range, nigga. Fang in hand, nigga. | |
| Stop all that reppin', ' fore I... send some flames, nigga. | |
| All this money, nigga. Jewelry and fame, nigga. | |
| ' Cause we be stuntin', nigga. Moving them things, nigga. | |
| Lil' Wayne: | |
| Paper paper, paper. All I need is paper. Green paper. | |
| White chalk, yellow tape will, make your shirt look like you got on the butcher' s aprin. | |
| Go ahead and make the steak then, bitch nigga. | |
| Bitch, nigga talkin'. This is how money sound. | |
| I' m just chillin' but my money still running ' round. | |
| Yeah, and I just do' s what I does. | |
| You niggas couldn' t even be who I was. |
| zuò cí : Thomas, Williams | |
| Chorus: | |
| We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' | |
| We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' | |
| We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' | |
| I' m all, I' m all about my paper, I' m all, I' m all about my paper | |
| We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' | |
| We over here hustlin', we over here | |
| We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' | |
| I' m all, I' m all about my paper, I' m all, I' m all about my paper | |
| Lil' Wayne: | |
| Now ho don' t ask me what I' m doing, thats me in the hook. | |
| And I just keep on getting it getting it like a ni' in the book | |
| Yes, wayne straight like a key of that good sh' | |
| If your bitch don' t know the rules, I will read her the book. | |
| I got the key to the boat, I got the key to the jet. | |
| I got the key to success, get money invest. | |
| Read up with the rest. I got a Swedish connect. | |
| That means my weed is the best, yoke to even the stress. | |
| OK, the coupe is ridiculous and the jeep is a mess. | |
| That' s called my bullets and lugers, I put ' em deep in your neck. | |
| Adam' s apple meet banana clip. | |
| You know my script, I just get my chips and then I dip, and then I dip. | |
| They say the bullshit walks, the money talks. | |
| So I don' t answer, I don' t answer unless the money calls. | |
| Yeah that' s my word, thats my word know I will front for y' all. | |
| Its money over everything and bitches under all. M. O. B! | |
| Chorus | |
| Birdman: | |
| I say uptown cobblin', uptown rockin', uptown niggas. | |
| It' s the home of the hard knocks. | |
| Cook up a whole block. Hit it up in all white. | |
| Ridin' with a chopper, black diamonds and it all nice. | |
| Shop ' till you pop bitch, do your own thing ho. | |
| Got the game from Pixie' s, second floor sixth court. | |
| Bling bling king nigga, money ain' t a thing nigga. | |
| Ridin' in a Lamborghini, suicidal regal wings. | |
| Assault rifles, my little homies big poppers. | |
| Coming through the attic, 20 in the helichopper. | |
| Zip it and whip it nigga, that' s how we ship it, nigga. | |
| Burn it and light it then we flip it and we hit it, nigga. | |
| I spent a mill on my grill for real. | |
| ' Cause we be stunting while we hustling, nigga making his meals. | |
| We be grindin' while we shinin', nigga packin' that steel | |
| Stay fly, get money, nigga stackin' the bills. | |
| Chorus | |
| Birdman: | |
| I say, we deep in the game, nigga. we switching the lanes, nigga | |
| Got blood money homie. No pain, no gain, nigga. | |
| Fifty a fame nigga, a G a name, nigga. | |
| That' s what we do nigga, claim your fame, nigga. | |
| Hop out a range, nigga. Fang in hand, nigga. | |
| Stop all that reppin', ' fore I... send some flames, nigga. | |
| All this money, nigga. Jewelry and fame, nigga. | |
| ' Cause we be stuntin', nigga. Moving them things, nigga. | |
| Lil' Wayne: | |
| Paper paper, paper. All I need is paper. Green paper. | |
| White chalk, yellow tape will, make your shirt look like you got on the butcher' s aprin. | |
| Go ahead and make the steak then, bitch nigga. | |
| Bitch, nigga talkin'. This is how money sound. | |
| I' m just chillin' but my money still running ' round. | |
| Yeah, and I just do' s what I does. | |
| You niggas couldn' t even be who I was. |