Always Strapped

Lyrics

[Hook: Lil Wayne] Always Strapped when I hit the club Niggas give me dap, bitches give me hugs And since I'm paid, niggas be muggin' me, you know I'm muggin' back Niggas be muggin' me, you know I'm muggin' back Yes sir [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Check me out, look 26 inches, bitch I'm sittin' crooked Old school Chevy, faster than a silver bullet Strawberry paint, seats vanilla puddin' 2 bitches, gon' and eat each other's pussy Top chopped sent the car to the barbershop My driveway looks somethin' like a parkin' lot I'm so unothodox I got your bitch ridin' my dick wit no shocks (Bounce bitch, bounce, bounce) I'm the hottest shit jumpin' out the coffee pot Man, I'm just tryin' to get my spot like a polka dot Lil' kush make my eyes and my shoulders drop Lil' syrup and I can make a soda pop Keep talkin' 'n' I can make my soldiers pop Real niggas wit me ridin' till the motor stop I got these hoes straight livin' out the soap op I got it covered like a coke top Okay? [Hook: Lil Wayne] Always Strapped when I hit the club Niggas give me daps, bitches give me hugs And since I'm paid, niggas be muggin' me, you know I'm muggin' back Niggas be muggin' me, you know I'm Always Strapped when I hit the club Niggas give me daps, bitches give me hugs And since I'm paid, bitches be lovin' me, they know I love 'em back Bitches be lovin' me, they know I love 'em back [Spoken: Lil Wayne] See they gon' respect me Believe that Get 'em Lil Weezy [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Hollygrove, Jalapeña Take a bite give ya ass a high fever Them niggas jokin' I'm laughin' like a hyena Real talk I had a Bird before I had a Beamer Real talk I had the Beamer before I had the Benz Swear to God I had the Benz before I had the Bentley I ain't lyin' I had the Bentley before I got the Rolls Royce Control it by voice I'm done with it Chauffeur in the driver seat doesn't come with it I gotta pay dude every day dude Them niggas soft them niggas just beginner food They ain't fuckin' with my interlude Ha ha yeah, I get women in the mood In the mood to get in the nude And when we in the nude Don't intrude she's falling apart She wanna get screwed (C.M.B. nigga) You can have a family feud You jump in that water you will get brewed. Boy [Chorus] [Verse 3: Juelz Santana] Santana, ya dig (Ay!) Let me talk to em. Let me get em I make big money, I drive big cars I smoke big blunts I don't need to hit y'alls I'm higher then the stars, I'm higher then the sky I'm sittin' on Mars, I'm higher then high I'm flier then fly, chrome hard chain From the wallet to the belt loop rock n roll fly I dig the ladies the ladies dig I So I dig they back out and make the chicks cry (gotta) send em to they ma (gotta) send em to they pa (gotta) send em to they guy (what) There's something on they mind There's money on my mind like Weezy Baby said I ain't talking for this money I'm speakin' to your head (Bang) ya dead The two cock and pop yeah like boom shockalocka Me I'm at the pool smooth colada, I'm sippin' on it A long straw in my lap got the pistol on it You see it I ain't sittin' on it (Nope!) And my pockets full of cash money Dipset bitch Cash Money fuck of the last supper [Chorus]