Right Above It

[Verse 1: Drake] Who else is really trying to fuck with Hollywood Cole I'm with Marley G's bro Flying Holly Grove chicks to my Hollywood shows And I wanna tell you something that you probably should know This that Slum Dog Millionaire Bollywood flow and uh My real friends never hearing from me Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me That's why I pick and choose, I don't get shit confused I got a small circle, I'm not with different crews We walk the same path, but got on different shoes Live in the same building, but we got different views I got a couple cars, I never get to use Don't like my women single, I like my chicks in twos And these days all the girls are down to roll I hit the strip club, and all them bitches find the pole Plus I be sipping, so this shit is moving kinda slow Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go [Hook: Lil Wayne] Now tell me how you love it You know you at the top when only heaven is right above it We on, it's Young Money motherfucker If you ain't running with it, run from it motherfucker Alright, now somebody show some money in this bitch And I got my b's with me like some honey in this bitch, you dig I got my gun in my boo purse And I don't bust back, because I shoot first [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Meet me on the fresh train, yes I'm in the building You just on the list of guest names And all of my riders do not give a fuck, X-Games Guns turn you boys into pussies, sex change And I smoke 'til I got chest pains And you niggas know I rep my gang like Jesse James Women are possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne I been fly so long I fell asleep on the fucking plane Skinny pants and some Vans Call me Triple A, get my advance in advance, amen As the world spinning, dance in my hands Life is a beach, I'm just playing in the sand Uh, wake up and smell the pussy You niggas can't see me, but never overlook me I'm on a paper trail and ain't no telling where it took me Yeah, and I ain't a killer but don't push me [Hook] [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] How do you say what's never said? Beautiful black woman, I bet that bitch look better red Limping off tour, cause I made more on my second leg Muthafuckin' Birdman Jr., 11th Grade Ball on automatic start I can hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw Wildcat offense, check the paw prints We in the building, you niggas in apartments Uh, now come on be my blood donor Flow so nice you ain't gotta put a rug on her Do it big and let the small fall under that Damn where you stumbled at? From where they make Gumbo at Kane got the fucking beat jumping like a jumping jack And you know me, I get on this bitch and have a heart attack Hip-Hop, I'm the heart of that Nigga, nothing short of that President Carter, Young Money Democrat [Hook]