Lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Leggo, OK Bitch, I'm me, American Gangster Weezy F. Baby, born in a manger Trouble is my friend, I ain't foreign to danger Clip full of wings, turn you boys into angels Shoot you in your halo, shoot you like Halo New Orleans a-hole; frio, fuego All about my bread like bagels, they know I'm raw like Quaaludes Bal' like gay hoes Weed so strong, it's like I twist tornadoes Spit like nines, four-fifths, and three-eight-0s Niggas want problems, well I am problematic It's back to picking cotton, 'cause you niggas cotton candy I'm a Eastside Damu Deep water Shamu Shoot you from your head to your shoulders, shampoo Kush in the bamboo Pussy in the bedroom Pass that bitch down like an heirloom Tunechi [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Hold up, hold up Wait a minute Hold up, hold up Man, we hustle 'til night fall Party 'til sunlight Guns in the boxers Don't make this a gun fight Fuck them other niggas I fuck them niggas bitches Benadryl shit Trigger finger itching And we hustle 'til night fall Party 'til sunlight Guns in the boxers Don't make this a gun fight Fuck them other niggas I fuck them niggas bitches Benadryl shit Trigger finger itching Hold up Hold up Wait a minute Hold up Hold up [Verse 2: T-Streets] Man, bitch I'm Streets, I rep that East Gimme the beef, I'll put the beef in the grease Kush in the sweets, your bitch in the sheets I fucked that bitch: mission complete Real nigga talk, gangsta conversation I'm a real nigga, don't fuck with imitations Young Money nigga, ain't no limitations I don't play games, niggas simulation Which one of y'all niggas say you 'bout it? It's a fucked up world, T-Streets take you out it That's word to the Glock Glock in the sock Loose lips sink ships, better stop at the dock Hol' up [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Married to the money, you welcome to the reception And she came with problems; fuck it, that's my stepsons Sleeping in the Maybach, wake me when the jet come And I keep the toast, turn your ass to bread crumbs, uh Based on a true story I got a million flows, they ain't even two stories Sleeping on the edge, I hope I don't toss and turn Shoot down the early bird, and that's how I get the worm Yeah, Real Nigga University, Alumni Just checked my watch, and that bitch said sometimes She say when I'm in her, it feel like I'm soul-searching And they say money talks, well it's my spokesperson, uh Grab a star from the sunroof I fuck her in her dreams, and make her come true Yeah, Young Money and the power Send my B's at you, like a motherfucking flower Hold Up [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Hold up Hold up Wait a minute Hold up Hold up Man, we hustle 'til night fall Party 'til sunlight Guns in the boxers Don't make this a gun fight Fuck them other niggas I fuck them niggas bitches Benadryl shit Trigger finger itching And we hustle 'til night fall Party 'til sunlight Guns in the boxers Don't make this a gun fight Fuck them other niggas I fuck them niggas bitches Benadryl shit Trigger finger itching Hold up Hold up Wait a minute Hold up Hold up