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[Lil Wayne]
Now tell me how you love it
You know you're at the top when only heaven’s right above it
We onnnn
‘Cause we onnnn

[Drake]
Who else really tryna fuck with Hollywood Cole? I’m with
Marley G, bro
Flying Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows
And I wanna tell you something that you prolly should know
This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow
And uh, my real friends never hearin’ from me
Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me
That’s why I pick and choose, I don’t get shit confused
I got a small circle, I’m not with different crews

We walk the same path, but got on different shoes
Live in the same building, but we got different views
I got a couple cars I never get to use
Don’t like my women single, I like my chicks in twos

And these days all the girls is down to roll
I hit the strip club and all them bitches find a pole
Plus I been sippin’, so this shit is movin’ kinda slow
Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it’s time to go

[Lil Wayne]
Now tell me how you love it
You know you´re at the top when only heaven’s right above it
We on
It’s Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain’t runnin’ wit it, run from it, motherfucker, all right

Now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my B’s with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don’t bust back, because I shoot first

Meet me on the fresh train
Yes, I’m in the building, you just on the list of guest names
And all of my riders do not give a fuck, X Games
Guns turn you boys into pussies, sex change
And I smoke ’til I got chest pains
And you niggas know I rep my gang like Jesse James
Women are possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne
I been fly so long I fell asleep on the fuckin’ plane
Skinny pants and some Vans
Call me Triple A, get my advance in advance, amen
As the world spin and dance in my hands
Life is a beach, I’m just playin’ in the sand
Uh, wake up and smell the pussy
You niggas can’t see me, but never overlook me
I’m on the paper trail, it ain’t no tellin’ where it took me
Yeah, and I ain’t a killa, but don’t push me

Now tell me how you love it
You know you´re at the top when only heaven’s right above it
We on
It’s Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain’t runnin’ wit it, run from it, motherfucker, all right

Now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my B's with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don’t bust back, because I shoot first

Uh, how do he say what’s never said?
Beautiful black woman, I bet that bitch look better red
Limpin’ off tour ’cause I made more off my second leg
Ma’fuckin’ Birdman Junior, eleventh grade
Ball on automatic start
I could hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
Wildcat offense, check the paw prints
We in the building, you niggas in apartments
No-now, c’mon, be my blood donor
Flo’ so nice, you ain’t gotta put a rug on her
Do it big, and let the small fall under that
Damn, where you stumbled out? From where they make gumbo at
Kane got the fuckin’ beat jumpin’ like a jumping jack
But you know me, I get on this bitch and have a heart attack
Hip-hop, I’m the heart of that, nigga, nothin’ short of that
President Carter, Young Money Democrat

Now tell me how you love it
You know you're at the top when only heaven’s right above it
We on
It’s Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain’t runnin’ wit it, run from it, motherfucker, all right

Now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my bees with me like some honey in this bitch,
ya dig? (Soo woo!)
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don’t bust back, because I shoot first

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