[DJ Drama:] (oh yea, you thought we was done? Naw)nnYEA!nMoney money money get a dollar and a dicknWeezy Baby that crack, muthafucka get a fixnGot money out the ass, no homo but I'm richnBout to go get surgery and put some diamonds on my wrist YESnYep, I'm a muthafucking tripnI'ma trip to Japan and buy some brand new shitnNine hundred to a grand, get you twenty eight gramsnIf you talking 'bout bricks, I'm the interstate mannAnd the women say damn, them niggas don't say a damn thingnBoy I bet that shotty make you bounce like a bed-springnWalkin a thin line, gotta defend minenAnd wit no pen I'm sorta like a bomb BOOMnYoung tune, yea that's what my people call menFifty thousand for the cross, trying keep the reaper off menI drink a lotta syrup, bitches say I'm sleep walkinnBig money for the grill, so I'm never cheap talking, yeanKeep talking and the flame leap off the hipnAnd keep sparking, pap pap sleep softlynYea, nap nap, nap sack, three fortiesnLike fuck another nigga, nigga just don't be da targetnYoung New Orleans nigga, nigga just don't be retardednWe done lost everything and you looking like a bargainnPurple weed, purple drink, purple heart sergeantnI'm the best rapper in the game no arguingnAnd I don't ever write, pausenUn-pause this, so keep ya bitch ass lines inside the marginnLil Wayne dot com bitch log innPut a pillow under your knees and keep ya jaws innAll in ya girl mouth, use her like a toiletnThey usually want a baller and the young nigga ballingnMike Jordan, pardon my swaggienBut my father rich as fuck and all my brothers left the familynWe said fuck it bought two houses in MiaminI can't wait to do cribs, MTV c'mon get at menAny rapper wan get at me, tell ya label contact menDats a hundred for a feature, wanna battle, I'll beat yanI'm a beast, I'm a creature, I'm the son of miss citanMom dukes, my jeter, she the reason, she the reasonnEverybody woman wanna beat a boy diva, not evennThere's a 305 diamond I wanted ever since I seen hernGot a topic of this evening, hotter than a tub steamingnGotcha girlfriend dreaming of one day being TrinanNotta sim seemer, ten ki's in the BeamernGot a white girl driving, couldn't do it much cleanernI'm fly in the sky like that muthafuckin ribbonnBitches got my name on em, and the nigga still livingnSpend a condo and a club, one bottle won't donTwo bottles won't do, bottles for the whole crew, thanksnAnd bring me that Patrone, I don't playnNo ice I like my drink straight, not gaynAnd bitch that bank come everyday, I'm paidnI wish a nigga come invade, get sprayednI stomp a nigga out like I got ten legsnThen they fish the nigga up out the lake in ten daysnBehave, no ho, I'm on that Rage RovnCash Money, Young Money, ho that money age oldnAnd can't a cage hold this animal from HollygrovenSorry mommy I be stoned, I be, I be, I be blowednGot me copy rock star, Weezy Baby fuck these hoesnGotta pay me now for me to even take these hosnPrice sizing for a show and the flownSo either Drama is my nigga, or that boy got doenGo figure that's my nigga, that's my nigga, my nervenIf anybody else want it, sixty thousand a verse