tomorrow don't worry Yeah, Young Wayne on them hoes A.k.a. Mr. Make it rain on them hoes (young money) [CHORUS: T-Pain] (If you) got money (yeah) And
you bout Gettin yo money. turn the speakers up(Eyyyy)(Eyyyy) (Eyyyyy) [Verse 1: C-Billz] {look}I throw money up jus to get rained on An ya a nigga got money like a wayne
Beverly Hillbillies big old corn-fed motherfuckers What'cha mean my nigga, got every narcotic in the world for sale I ain't Wayne Brady but let's make
blue lens Got money to spend, also got money to lend From boys to men, you were my next of kin The best of friends, when you didn't have no ends [Hook
If they aint made it yet then bitch they gotta build it Money to the ceiling, i used to sell rocks on blocks Fuckin round wit Master P, nigga got NY
fall Homie I got cake that's what I'm paying them for (aha!) Ain't that funny? Cuz niggas want war but ain't got money Cuz I've seen them all talking
I got cake that's what I'm paying them for (haha!) Ain't that funny? Cause niggas they want war but ain't got money Cause I've seen them all talk until
(feat. DJ Khaled, T.I, Rick Ross, Fat Joe, Baby & Lil Wayne) DJ Khaled! Konvict Music We the best! We takin' over! Listen! I started in Atlanta then
fall Homie I got cake that's what I'm paying them for (aha!) Ain't that funny? Cause niggas want war but ain't got money Cause I've seen them all talking
Wayne] Ok, now, black card in my pocket Riding round in that gotti Pistol off my boxers I ain't got time to be boxing Got a red bone she look tropic If
t fix this pain with money You can't rush a weary soul You can't sweep it under the rug now honey But it don't take a lot to know [Chorus] Well it may
me You can't fix this pain with money You can't rush a weary soul You can't sweep it under the rug, now honey It don't take a lot to know (Chorus) Now
on fire like I done just struck like a lighting strike Got a lot of money like I done fished for pike. [Chorus:] I'm fire, I'm fire, I'm fire, I'm fire Like wayne
they don't brown-nose They think they all that, they got the whole clique down them hoes Big Tymers don't trust hoes, Big Tymers don't love hoes After
got that work - got youngsters on all four corners You got the quarters, and you got them halves I got the quarter ki's, and Fresh got the slabs Ten
' Chorus Third Verse: Don't think I'm lame, don't judge me off your thoughts mane, Come at me sideways I hook up with Juv, Turk, and Wayne, You can't
gimme tree lives, double them so I got six Ain't that some shit, wanna see me assed outta luck Bet I ain't trippin', cause I don't give a muthatfuck [Lil' Wayne
