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[Lil Wayne] 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 blue birds, cardinals and canaries Fuck we, I'm all about me 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 Coralles, nigga keep jabbin' See, my style it varies, like drugs in an 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 [Hook] 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') (x3) Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet [Brisco] My paint Bubblicious, the motor so vicious The rims the same color as the wrapper of a Kisses, Hersey's I'm hyphy, somethin' like a piston And when I'm in Detroit, I be ballin' like a Piston Oh, and did I mention, I'm fly like a pigeon Higher than gas prices, you Las Vegas trickin' I'm nine under par in a Bentley golf cart The Polo be cream but the Prada's caviar Weezy I'm sick from all this tourin' You told me (sip this,) then call me in the morning And I vowed to never trust another woman In my life, and then I got horny [Hook] [Busta Rhymes] See I ain't goin' nowhere, bitch You know a nigga been home, honey Money fuckin' retarded, call it down syndrome money My case sick, shit, they diagnose sickle cell bread The revenue stream got a disease like a jail bed Like a mattress from Sing-Sing or way down in Comstock These bitches call me Bling King, I shit when the bomb drop And sprinkle diamonds all over niggas, flawless and D-Class Then twinkle like a shine, just like a sparkle from clean glass They movin' on a nigga as I'm walkin' the valley, ready? And zoomin' with the cameras like I'm dickin' down Halle Berry My money help me do things that you niggas can't believe Like purchase persons, places all them things that you can't conceive Like interactin' with women the caliber of Janet I sit and master my vision and massacre the planet (WHOA!) I hope you niggas know just what it is While I'm countin' my paper, niggas know I'm handlin' my biz [Hook]