the business, hundred million dollars Bitch we the business, hundred million dollars [Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] Fresh out from my bid Bitch it's Lil Tunechi
I'm a true nigga, please do, nigga Betta inquire from a few niggas 'Cause bitch, I done shit on quite a few and quieted a few niggas Get a grip, dead
Nd ya head sum'n fine You a five star bitch (4x) I want a five star bitch I need a 5 star bitch I need a 5 star bitch I want a five star bitch (Yo Gotti
gga spent a mill Bugatti for 2, on the hill Shining with my strap in my right pocket Hundred thousand a day on that sky rocket From round the block doing this shit round the clock Million
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] UGH!! you can smell it through the wrapper That's that s*** n**** sit it in a pamper I still got two sittin in the hamper I let em
: Lil Wayne] D-Boy, yeah, Birdman Jr. in ya building, people I'mma let you know how it go on my side of the mountain, whoadie [Lil Wayne] It's sure about
life I ain't met a bitch yet, I would've made my wife And I ain't met a nigga yet I would've made my right Hand, damn, never take a stand Never tell
cak-a-lacky but keep a mac for scrapping, thinkin its just laffy taffy shit this beat dun be the only thing clappin at me (CHORUS) [Lil' Wayne
embedded with princess and baguettes Same old brick, but it's different yay Yeah that's candy paint, On my seven tre [Chorus - Lil Wayne] [Verse 3 - Lil Wayne
a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a drummer get Can, can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some) [Lil Wayne
[Lil Wayne) Young money! (ya dig) Yeah! Ima Millionaire, Im a Young Money Millie in aire, tougher than Nigerian hair, My criteria compared to your career
aint a Game All black gold chain, looking like the saint is playin' He sold a milli, I'm vanilli So it aint a thing to make it rain in a hundred dollar
my shell case, Leave 'em with a pale face, Yes, I am a Young Money goon, Your girl like a motion picture, she be coming soon, I do a certain rule, I pop
Classy as a mother still gutta like a bad bowl Benjamin Franklin, no X in the cash row That's right, the mills do like damn close I eat ya mill too,
a shame how the bullets slammed in your brain How the ice slammed (??) Rammin' your dame That's because she ran into the game Nigga, stop playin' with Lil Wayne Come on! (Hook [Lil Wayne]) It ain't a