Lil Wayne

hustler-musik--money-on-my-mind

Lil Wayne

Tha Carter II

Goddamn
Missed and hit a nigga in his head with dis one
I'ma paint da city red wit dis one
I'ma head wit dis one
See you fuckin' wit da boys who tote toyz way before Christmas.
No assistance (its) that persistence me.
That commitment if, I don't get it somebody gone die tonight
I know my vibe is tight,
And I deserve da tune, if da kid ain't right, den let me die in his souls.
See I'll be ridin' (jis)
Ridin' alone
Wit my daddy on my mind like u gotta be kiddin'
How da hell you ain't here to see ya prince do his thing
Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king
She'll be
So I be who I be
Dats me dats Weezy F. Baby and
Please say da maotherfuckin'
So I be who I be
Dats me dats Weezy F. Baby and
Please say da motyherfuckin'

[Chorus:]
Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here doin' what I gotta do for me and yo,u and we eatin'
So bitch
Why da fuck is you trippin'.
I'm takin' dese chances
My head to da sky
My feet on da ground
My fingas to da judge if da money don't move
And I won't budge
Won't budge
No I won't budge no
Nall

Money is da motivation
Facin' da avenue
Back toucho da wall
Got da weed
Got da gun
Gotta run wen I hear dat bird call (birrr) Dang
Hop in dat thang and merk off
Swerve off
You kno dey call me 'birdman jr.'
Ne body murderer
Birdman sponser it
Phantom of da opera
All black, clock tent, locked in
I can let dem shots out
You can't get no shots in
Bullet proof
Leave a nigga wit a bullet proof
Shoot ya in ya mouth and call it bullet tooth
I'm like what dey do
What to do
Theres a full court
Pressure I'm just going for da to
If I'm movin' for da three
I'ma take it in a second
Even if theres one second and
I'ma make it. It's nothin'
I don't take it for granted
I don't take it for nothin'.
I take it for what it is worth to da durf motherfucker (yea)

[Chorus x 2]

I aint neva killed nobody I promise
I promise if you try me
You gone have to rewind dis track and let me go back
Dat nigga go dat
Dat boy will lay flat so flat
Dat act is wat I perform amongst you hatas
Got beamer in my palm emancipatin' (black)
Peter Pan flies too, I die, what u sayin'
Baden ape, Evisu is wat I stand
Like scarface Like da Koheba
Streets reply full seedon for of da 4 seasons
4 of da whores
Dey all know how to cook it up
Look I got sum
But only one know how da bad bitch fundal up
See its a cold world so homey bundle up
We ain't on dis grind for nothin'
So get ya hustle up.
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Publisher Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Songwriter CARTER, DWAYNE / JONES, TRISTAN