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Way Of Life
Lil Wayne
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Look right here, this how we goin' do this
Hook up the turn tables, Woof get on the keyboard
And we gon' run this one, ya heard?
Eh eh, check it out (This Cash Money chemistry, baby)
Cash Money (what you say, boy? 500 Degreez)
Cash Money
Cash Money
Cash Money
Hey, let me slide in the Benz with the fished-out fins (come on)
Hit the mall wit my girlfriends, dish out ends (come on)
'Cause you know it ain't tricking if you got it (nope)
Copped baby girl what she desired
It's chump change ma, marijuana scholar
Knowin' what I got up in my Styrofoam cup, that purple stuff (okay)
It was given to me at birth to stunt (okay)
So that's why I cop the Bentley with the leather and the fur in the guts
Hey, hold on, mami, them whips on dubs (hold on, mami)
Cadillac truck, 28's, no rub (no rub)
Slide in the Benz, fins, bubble-eyed lens
Car show in New York, y'all know who wins
It's the Birdman daddy, with the Gucci and Prada
Slant back cup truck, no rims, can't holla
It's that Louis, Fendi, on Ostrich streets
It's the tailor-made daddy, mami do you love me?
Baby, I'm a stunna
I ain't gon' change it (I told y'all)
Don't you know it's a way of life? (I told y'all)
Mami, do you want it?
'Cause I'm about to bring it (I told y'all)
Oh baby, can't stop the stuntin', no no (bring back that beat)
Pop one, pop two with them new Nike shoes (yeah)
Royal blue Jag' on them 22's (22's)
Flip white to green, 500 Degreez
In that Cadillac truck on them 23's (23's)
I'm the boss of the game with the money and fame
All these naked women that pop champagne
And these marble floors stay high as Rick James
And if you know my name then you know my game
It's Lil Woadie from the Hot Block with serious flow (serious flow)
Gotta get dough, 'cause y'all won't feel me, bro (feel me, bro)
But, y'all don't hear me though (hear me though)
'Til I'm rolling down my window where my grill is show
And you know I probably pump it through the hood on them 24's
Word, rims poking out the side of the err
Glock have ya ribs poking out the side of your shirt
I'm a 17 nigga and I ride through the turf (Hollygrove)
Baby, I'm a stunna (I told y'all)
I ain't gon' change it
Don't you know it's a way of life? (I told y'all)
Mami, do you want it?
'Cause I'm about to bring it
Oh baby, can't stop the stuntin', no no
Hey, and my pinky glow 'cause my rings is so
Blingy, blingy, yo, stop blinking though
We smoke stinky stinky dro
And we don't cop them incey wincey O's
And we don't stop, nah, we blow, fuck the people
Everywhere we go we smell like, "Ew"
Birdman, my Pa so that make me go
Fly like an eagle, fasheezy
See they think 'cause I stay English turn
That Stunna don't have a OZ to burn (light it up)
I go in each store and ball like a dog (yeah)
Me and my niggs ball like a dog (nigga)
Cars on the streets, all on the lawn
Ice in my teeth, all on my arms
Tats in my face, my back and my arms (what)
Tats in my face, my back and my arms
Baby, I'm a stunna (I told y'all)
I ain't gon' change it
Don't you know it's a way of life?
Mami, do you want it?
'Cause I'm about to bring it
Oh baby, can't stop the stuntin', no no (check me out)
Yo, there it is, ya lil' low life
See, I'm a professional, you a rookie
Fuckin' game so serious I could sell a hooker some pussy
Nah, that's some serious shit
Oh yeah, believe that
Who we rolling with?
We rolling with Cash Money
Oh, I forgot about peace, peace
I mean, piece of pussy, piece of land, piece of property
Just a mind game
Piece of mind, ya know
Piece of something, motherfucker