Shovlin' Snow

(album: Fast Money - 2005)

[Birdman:]
Yeah nigga, nigga, what, look

[Hook:]
We shovling snow the hood is all great
He know where to go so we pushing off weight
We all good with the hoes and the hood
And we stash in the house like a pimp should, nigga
[x2]

[Curren$y:]
New era fitted low, favorite team on my hat
Fly boy nigga I should have wings on my back
Murder and drugs, you never seen none of that
I'm cheating on my girlfriend, sleeping with my gat
How you gon' tell me about me?
Curren$y [?] way back in the G
Back when Pimp C may pump the party
And Soulja Slim laced up his first pair of reece
Yeah, I got a fashion for flare
I got a stain on my birdmans but I don't care
I fuck with baby money and get a hundred more pair
Young Money we connected and respected everywhere
Yeah, but I'm just tryna' to be cool
And see if I can get decisions flew in from Peru
[?] in projects, and holla in my booth
Now shorty when this package come let me put it by you, aight

[Hook]

[Mack Maine:]
Ah
Standing in my D-boy stance is all gravy
Baby, probably see me riding in my sky-blue Mercedes
Probably with my lady
I got the seat laid back and my pimp posture
She doing the speed limit while I'm eating shrimp pasta
Two hands on the wheel with the thick glasses
Cops pull us over probably think she take classes
But she don't go to community college
Graduated from the block, she got yayo knowledge, homie
Load up the shells, light up the L's
Put the work on the scale without breaking the nails
Plus she likes to cook that good crack
See to me she a diamond but to you she a hood rat
See that's my bitch and I'm her nigga
State the state, paper plates 'til the money is bigger, yeah
Good mommies put your ones up
And when the feds come put the guns up
Let's get it ma'

[Hook]

[Birdman:]
Nigga
This is the payback
I know them bitch niggas from way back
When I was in the project selling crack, nigga
With two macs and the 'lac laid back, homie
Getting paper like a nigga supposed to
We hear you niggas talking fly shit
Young money cash money ain't gon' ride a bitch, nigga
And make us flat all your tires quick
And grab the hammer cocking straight between your eyes, bitch nigga
We flipping work through the airport
I got my ho holding dope in her asshole, nigga
We got the streets popping, homie got the institution
And I ain't done whole head niggas [?]
And we be popping that monster cart
'Cuz when the gag got it popping, some niggas go to dropping nigga
So drop it like it's hot, pimp let me get that plaque
Got a million in the house, and twenty in the cab, wha!

[Hook]

[Lil Wayne:]
They call me Weezy F, baby from my hard work
I told hardware something up or coffin jump
Leaping this 6 feet 0, be bold
And then you be home to beast on
Lil nigga know so, them lil niggas playing with no clothes
I kill them all put on a jacket 'cuz that's cold
My old rollie hands to the froze
When no tick tack I'm getting money run the Glock boy
Am I hot boy, you bitch about me
And if you tripping she bitch 'bout me
I've been 'bout me, nigga
Weezy F baby, key-selling like the naval base
I got woofers in this place to bang, nigga I got nasal base (shi')
I got white parts of haze so kick some soul 1988, niggo