Young money cash money dipset byrdgang
we a team baby
welcome to dipset baby
{Lil' Wayne}
Okay, my leather so soft but don't think I ain't hard
b**** say Weezy make it rain, I say b**** I ain't God
But I am God's son, but you know I ain't Nas
See, he got a positive aim, and I aim nines
Man, little Weezy got a style that even I can't find
Man, some s*** just be so hard, I be like that line ain't mine
And if that is under a gram, then that line ain't mine
And if you n***** talking war, well b****, it's combat time
Hey, I take three l's to the head: love, live, life, and I'm dead
Young Money, Dipset, that's what this is
And if I ain't good looking, you can bet my b**** is
I done made it off Apple Street like it was 2300 Jackson Street
Young Money, can't join 'em nor beat 'em
Where the f*** is Robin Leech when you need him?
A rich n**** can't even buy freedom
That's why I give my white b****** everything but freedom
I do my white b****** anything but beat 'em
And if they like rat poison, then I'ma feed 'em
I'm sophisticated, fresh from Antarctica my wrist just made it
I'm rich b****, I ain't broke no more
But I will still chop you up and feed your a** to the poor
I'm 'bout my cream like a s'more
You old a** rappers better stay on tour
You're like 44, I got a 44, I'm 24
I could murk you and come home when I'm 44
we a team baby
welcome to dipset baby
{Lil' Wayne}
Okay, my leather so soft but don't think I ain't hard
b**** say Weezy make it rain, I say b**** I ain't God
But I am God's son, but you know I ain't Nas
See, he got a positive aim, and I aim nines
Man, little Weezy got a style that even I can't find
Man, some s*** just be so hard, I be like that line ain't mine
And if that is under a gram, then that line ain't mine
And if you n***** talking war, well b****, it's combat time
Hey, I take three l's to the head: love, live, life, and I'm dead
Young Money, Dipset, that's what this is
And if I ain't good looking, you can bet my b**** is
I done made it off Apple Street like it was 2300 Jackson Street
Young Money, can't join 'em nor beat 'em
Where the f*** is Robin Leech when you need him?
A rich n**** can't even buy freedom
That's why I give my white b****** everything but freedom
I do my white b****** anything but beat 'em
And if they like rat poison, then I'ma feed 'em
I'm sophisticated, fresh from Antarctica my wrist just made it
I'm rich b****, I ain't broke no more
But I will still chop you up and feed your a** to the poor
I'm 'bout my cream like a s'more
You old a** rappers better stay on tour
You're like 44, I got a 44, I'm 24
I could murk you and come home when I'm 44