on) I'm on one (Get em on) I'm on one (Get em on) I said I'm on one [Drake] I'm getting so cold I aint work this hard since I was 18 Apologise if I say
d. H.S.E. I'm AP, and so true to the game [Chorus x2] [Lil Flip] I'm gripping grain when I swang, I rattle when I bang A T.V. VCR in my car, like Bruce
turn hoes and no one knows The cons and pros, of how this game goes I was told, the world is cold and I'm getting old And I also have a son to mold I
with no view. And I bet you can't believe this, They never heard of jesus. Heard of young buck, lil wayne, and young jeezy. No one's signing up to go on
dat I'm wyllin' I'm doin' my numbas, I'm gittin' violent They hearin' me rap and they think dat I'm playin' Till they see the barrel and they see the
47 and some Lil Wayne 'Cause I, I love Lady Gaga I, I love Beyonce I, I love Madonna (I love you), I, I love Shakira. I need a little Kesha, I'm just
money? I'ma hustla don't need them! One of them ya'll see! I?m so paid [Verse 1] I see police on the crooked I Doing a 100 on the Interstate 95 My shawty
money? I'm a hustla and don't need nann one of ya'll ya see I'm so paid [Verse 1:] I see police on the crooked I Doing a 100 on the Interstate 95 My
beats I'm untamed, I need a leash I'm insane, I need a shrink I love brain, I need a leech Why complain on easy streets? I don't even talk, I let the
I'm a hustla don't need them! One of them ya'll see! I'm so paid [Verse 1:] I see police on the crooked I Doing a 100 on the Interstate 95 My shawty
Lil Wayne) [Lil' Wayne:] I see you with your palms in your pants But me, see me I got the world in my hands I make it spin on my finger, I'm a critical
some pain Somethin' -- I do need to grow Gimme what I won't ask for Don't gimme what I seek When I creep, I'm a sheep Gimme your pasture Gimme life Just
to say, "Fuck a bitch" in a tight-ass song (What?) Well, this the one, lil' daddy - fuck that bitch (Fuck her) Y'all know who I'm talkin' 'bout - she
ice - cheap price [Baby] than a nigga could score [Wayne] We hit blocks with glocks Make 'em get on the floor [Baby] For sure, lil' one [Wayne] What
that's green? Chromed-out amplifiers Twenty-two inch tires I don't want them - I want the fiber optic wires I'm so hot I'm responsible for forest fires
sopposed'a, respect a nigga like me I'm gettin' closer and closer to the T-O-P I'm H-O-T, bitches say I'm a D-O-G I'm on surveilance all day be the S-
told me work nigga better than treatin yo nose I'm the freak of the click Keep it on the tuck so I creep on a bitch And I play it on the raw never sleep
