Weezy's Ambitionz

(albüm: Dedication 2: Gangsta Grillz - 2006)

Oh yeah
You thought we was done? Nah

Money, money, money: get a dollar and a dick
Weezy Baby that crack, motherfucker, get a fix
Got money out the ass, no homo but I'm rich
'Bout to go get surgery and put some diamonds on my wrist (Yes)
Yep, I'm a motherfucking trip
I'm 'a trip to Japan and buy some brand new shit
900 to a grand, get you 28 grams
If you're talking 'bout bricks, I'm the interstate, man
And the women say "Damn," them niggas don't say a damn thing
Boy I bet that shotty make you bounce like a bed spring
Walking a thin line, gotta defend mine
And with no pen I'm sorta like a bomb "Boom"
Young Tune, yeah that's what my people call me
50 thousand for the cross, tryna keep the reaper off me
I drink a lot of syrup, bitches say I'm sleep-walking
Big money for the grill, so I'm never cheap-talking, yeah
Keep talking and the flame leap off the hip
And keep sparking, pap pap sleep softly
Yeah, nap nap, nap sack, three forties
Like fuck another nigga, nigga just don't be the target
Young New Orleans nigga, nigga just don't be retarded
We done lost everything and you're looking like a bargain
Purple weed, purple drink, Purple Heart sergeant
I'm the best rapper in the game, no arguing
And I don't even write, pause
Un-pause this, so keep your bitch-ass lines inside the margin
Lil Wayne dot com bitch, log in
Put a pillow under your knees and keep your jaws in
All in your girl mouth, use her like a toilet
They usually want a baller and the young nigga balling
Mike Jordan, pardon my swag
But my father rich as fuck and all my brothers left the family
We said, "Fuck it." Bought 2 houses in Miami
I can't wait to do Cribs; MTV, come on, get at me
Any rapper wan' get at me, tell your label contact me
Half a hundred for a feature, wanna battle? I'll beat you
I'm a beast, I'm a creature, I'm the son of Miss Cita
Mom dukes, my Jeter, she the reason, she the reason
Everybody woman wanna be the boy diva, not even
There's a 305 dime I wanted ever since I seen her
Got a topic of this evening, hotter than a tub steaming
Got your girlfriend dreaming of one day being Trina
Not a sim simma, 10 keys in the Beamer
Got a white girl driving: couldn't do it much cleaner
I'm fly in the sky like that motherfucking ribbon
Bitches got my name on 'em, and the nigga still living
Spend a condo in the club, one bottle won't do
Two bottles won't do, bottles for the whole crew, thanks
And bring me that Patron, I don't play
No ice I like my drink straight, not gay
And bitch that bank come everyday, I'm paid
I wish a nigga come invade, get sprayed
I stomp a nigga out like I got ten legs
Then they fish the nigga up out the lake in ten days
Behave, no ho, I'm on that rage flow
Cash Money, Young Money, ho that money age old
And can't a cage hold this animal from Hollygrove
Sorry mami I be stoned, I be, I be, I be blowed
Got me copy rock star, Weezy Baby fuck these hoes
Gotta pay me now for me to even take these hoes
Price rising for a show and the flow
So either Drama is my nigga, or that boy got dough
Go figure that's my nigga, that's my nigga, my nerve
If anybody else want it, $60,000 a verse