Lyrics

[Intro] (David-David-David-David-David Banner) La, la-la la la, la-la-la, la La, la-la la la, la-la-la, la La, La, la-la la la, la-la-la, la, la La, la-la la la, la-la-la, la [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Uh, sittin' in a Caddy, Wright like Betty Floatin' up the aisle like the bride and her daddy Hip-hop addict, hip-hop addict Man, I swear I'm on top like the attic Yeah, bitch, I be with my dog like Shaggy And we stay clean, but we get dirty like Harry Flyer than bluebirds, cardinals and canaries Fuck me, I'm all about "oui" like Paris Hilton, presidential suite already I'm richer than Nicole, and I'm a lion like her daddy I am hotter than the Sunday after Saturday I swear, I'm a savage like Lil Webbie and Randy Oscar De La Hoya, box ya like a casket Or Diego Corrales, nigga, keep jabbin' See, my style, it varies, like drugs in a alley My leather so soft, my paint prettier than Halle Wittier than comedy, nigga write a parody But I ain't tellin' jokes apparently A parent, yeah, my daughter be the twinkle of my eye You hurt her, you kill me and, nigga, I ain't 'bout to die See y'all are at ground, and my daughter is my sky I swear, I look in her face and I just want to break out and fly Four tears in my face, and you ain't never heard me cry I'm richer than all y'all, I got a bank full of pride (Ow) [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') Started out hustlin' (En-ended up ballin') Nigga, I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet (Ah, ha) [Verse 2: Brisco] My paint Bubblicious, the motor so vicious (Yeah, okay) The rims the same color as the wrapper of a Kisses (Hahaha, uh, Hershey's) I'm hyphy, somethin' like a piston (Yeah, alright) And when I'm in Detroit, I be ballin' like a Piston (Uh, yeah, uh) Oh, and did I mention I'm fly like a pigeon? (Okay) Higher than gas prices, you Las Vegas trickin' (Woah, yeah) I'm nine under par in a Bentley golf cart (Huh) The Polo be cream, but the Prada's caviar (Yeah) Weezy, I'm sick from all this tourin' (Sick, huh) He told me, "Sip this, and call me in the morning" (This, yeah) Yeah, and I vowed to never trust another woman (Man) In my life, then, I got horny (Life, haha, hahaha) [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') Nigga, I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] See I ain't goin' nowhere, bitch, you know a nigga been home, honey (Huh) Money fuckin' retarded, call it "Down Syndrome money" (Uh-huh) My cake sick, shit, been diagnosed, "sickle cell bread" (Okay) My revenue stream got a disease like a jail bed (Uh-huh) Like a mattress from Sing-Sing or way down in Comstock (Uh-huh) These bitches call me Bling King, I shit when the bomb drop And sprinkle diamonds all over niggas, flawless and D-Class (Huh, uh) Then twinkle like a shine, just like a sparkle from clean glass (Uh-huh) They movin' on a nigga as I'm walkin' the valley, ready (Okay) And zoomin' with the cameras like I'm dickin' down Halle Berry (Uh-huh) My money help me do things that you niggas can't believe Like purchase purses, places, all them things that you can't conceive (Huh, uh-huh) Like interactin' with women the caliber of Janet (Haha) I sit and master my vision and massacre the planet (Woah) I hope you niggas know just what it is While I'm countin' my paper (Haha), niggas know I'm handlin' my biz (Okay) [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') Started out hustlin' (En-ended up ballin') Nigga, I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet