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[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Yea, Ice Cream hoodie, Bathing Ape tennis shoes No time for pictures, no time for interviews I'm gon' get the money, snowstorm or sunny Try me and I'm coming out my coat arm with somethin' Note on the table, pay me or they go You can't get the cash then pay me in yayo Save me the drama don't go run and snitch If that's your mama then I'll murk You right in front of that bitch Im a Young Money, Cash Money, universal soldier Watch out Ms. Syria, I'm kinda feelin' ya, ha I'm a headache, but they love the pain I ask a bitch her name and tell her go board the plane I'm so sure I know more, I'm so more than Wayne I know whores that know whores that's always with some more whores You owe whores, I show whores, I grow whores I know what's at the store cause I go more, I go forth and so forth Mami say she so bored with old boy, uh oh I leave that pussy so sore, that's right no doze Bitch get lost in the current how the dough flows Niggas call Maybachs lo-lo's Nigga got the Glock In a choke hold, I won't fold To the cops, to the po-po's, ya'll hoes Shout to my stompin' ground, Hollygrove Fuck with them New Orleans niggas, funeral Up town, up town's where I rolls Yea, welcome to the real outdoors and of course That chopper that I tote will split 'em like a divorce Then the spiritual force, take 'em way up north They say the end is comin', I'm gon' stay up for it I'mma chase that money, you can wait up for it I'mma kick to the snare, I'mma boom to the base What more can I say? I can't feel my face [Verse 2:Juelz] Deal up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind I'm a deala, deala, I bring it back all the time That coke, that hard, that crack, oh God You get caught, you can't give back no charge Nigga mouth slow-leakin', air him out, no charge That's free, no prod, that's "G code" ya'll So, no more slow-leakin, now he just got a flat Flatline laid on his back flat, halftime (halftime) In the crib playin EA sports They in the streets till the D.A. see they corpse Plus the chickies know I stay fresh till my tippy toes Hit the sneaker store and say two words "gimme those" (gimme) Gimme those (those) Gimme those (those) Matter fact gimme those whole three rows I hit the Sacks like gimme that (that) gimme that (that) Gimme that, matter fact gimme that rack Cash laid, tab paid, I'm out I'm off to the valet, where's my car? thank you I do better, who better? you never abuse cheddar Playboy, Hugh Hefner The two next up my dick yes uhh I buy a car just because I like the smell of new leather I'm young, I'm fly, I'm black, I'm rich I let my nuts sag, I drag my dick (ya dig?) The whores know I let my balls sag also Off they drawers go, I'm all in they torso (Oh) She can't take the dick, I tell her put a sock in it, bitch take the dick Stroke, stroke see if she can take the dick Now see if she can take the brick, you on the team now Meanwhile, I'm in the kitchen doin' my daily routine Scale a few things, cook a few O's, let my bitch bag up Give it to my workers, let the strip have 'em Fiends go berserk for the work I'm chefin' Fiends go to work after the work you sell them They know they gotta buy more, they head hurt they eyes sore You're selling that cheap rock, sheet rock, dry wall They don't want that, they come back for more But they come back to me, they don't come back to y'all I be chef, the chef you neva have to re-chef When I chef, comprende? rewind, reset, replay, action I be chef, the chef you never have to re-chef When I chef, comprende? (Aye) [Outro: Juelz Santana] Yea, Santana, Dipset Weezy F.Baby, Cash Money I can't feel my face, nope I can't feel my face Aye!
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