Lil Wayne

[fox69]

"New Signees To Young Money?"

"New Signees To Young Money?"


Man, are there new signees to Young Money?
Uhhm, yeah there are
Uhhm, you know you got, uhm Chanel West Coast
Pj Morton, junior
Uhhm, Austin Mahone
You heard me
We got NaeNae and LoLo, they gon’ kill it
Whatever they do, they gon’ kill it
Shout out my daughter, shout out lil LoLo
I know how y'all do
Y'all stay turned, ya dig?
I can’t forget about my daughter, my beautiful daughter
Her future is bright, I'mma make sure that
Speaking of new signees
Christina Milian, to Young Money
And we got uhhm
Lil Eureka Franklin [laugh] Eufradis [laugh]
Nah, we got a new lil cat name Euro
But his real name is Eufradis [laugh]
So, we call him Eureka Franklin
You heard me, or Eurpatti LaBelle
You heard me
So, either one of them you can rock with, you heard me?
As a matter of fact, a-one, a-two
A-one, two, three, four

[Singing:]
This is not a love song
This is a you song
And I’m talking to you
Eureka Franklin
Me oh miya
Eureka Franklin
Me oh miya

 

[fox69]

"New Slaves"

"New Slaves"


[Verse 1]
I got old money, take a bath in hundreds
My way or the highway, and I see traffic coming
It's Tunechi in this ho, watch them hoes go crazy
Pass that weed around, like that shit contagious
And I got news for all these snitches, tell these feds stop bitching
If pussy lips could talk, I'd go down there like it's whispering
You know life is so uncertain, and death is so unwanted
My navigation system say it's death around the corner
I got a condo for a stash house, a condo for a stash house
Get that boy a mirror, so he can watch his damn mouth
See I get it from Sosa, he got it from Frank
And Sosa alright, but I'm trying to meet Frank
He said business is well, he ain't got no complaints
You'll be Batman, and I'll be robbin' the bank
I know I ain't gon' fall, even though I'm power tripping
Glass house nigga, you see how I'm living
I know that we the new slaves, I know that we the new age
Ain't no such thing as too paid

[Hook 1]
Like it's freezing and you naked, shake that ass ho
Shake that ass ho

[Verse 2]
When we throw a pool party, we put sharks in the pool
I got bloods in the cut, so don't throw salt in the wound
AK wet niggas up, I don't throw water balloons
Better call the patoon
If it's fuck it then fuck it, now you speaking my language
Put your dead body under them white sheets with no blankets
I'm so rich I go pour
Champagne and don't drink it
Ice on my neck like I fainted
These are the thoughts of the brainless
No new friends, we don't talk to strangers
Man I'm so serious with this pimp shit
Full clip in my Mac 10
Ain't no exit out the game, nigga cut off your blinkers
And if she married I fuck her, if she lonely I fuck her
If she crazy I love her, ya'll just don't understand her
She say you got it made, I say no I got a butler
They tell me to turn up, but I'm the knob on the oven
I got a knife in my pocket if there's a fork in the road
I'm the Man of Steel, but I won't say what I stole

[Hook 2]
Bring that coke to the stove, and whip it like a new slave
Whip it like a new slave
Like it's freezing and you naked, shake that ass ho
Shake that ass ho

D-5
Whatup five

[Hook 3]
Take that coke to the stove
And whip it like a new slave, whip it like a new slave
Like it's freezing and you naked shake that ass ho

 

[fox69]

"Nigga Wit Money"

"Nigga Wit Money"


[Hook]
Work on the kitchen table
Where the bags at [x3]

Work [x2]

I'ma nigga wit money [x3]
And I don't love dat bitch
I tell er bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch make me rich
I'ma nigga wit money
And I don't love dat bitch

[Verse 1]
Yea, backpack full of stacks all the bitches love me
Don't compare to these rappers I'm on a diff'rent budget
I ain't even gotta practice never gettin rusty
No I ain't lookin down but I see no one above me
The paper bag brown wit durty green money
The bank acount good full of clean money
Fuck chain money
I blow ring money
I bet that mother fucka neva see the big money
Magazine money
Do a spread on me
And you can turn ya back but never turn the feds on me
Read the note attached we got ya lil homey
We need bread homey or das ya dead homey
Im like a corleone meet the fucking mob
I can get you whacked or give ya ass a job
Weezy f. b
I holla cmb
Coca cola classic caffine free

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Stop playing wit me stop playin wit me bitch
Stop playing wit me stop playing wit me bitch
I'ma cash money stunna on my 14 summa
Dick a bitch down n take erry thang from er
Now run to the kitchen I ain't hungry I ate
Bitch put 36 o's on my plate
See my paw wuz cookin slabs while my mom wuz cookin dinner
See my momma iz a chef n my daddy wuz a dealer
Grand daddy was a dealer and my auntie is a killer
I hope she kno I luv her, pray the pigs never get er
My brother still a baby n my uncle kinda raised me
Yaw pray for his wife cause dat cancer shit iz crazy
My daughters so smart that it scares me
Her mother is an angel she's always there for me
And me I'm just wild I think I need therapy
Because I'm goin after dat money no matter where it be

[Hook]
[Intro to "Myspace"]

 

[fox69]

"Nightmares Of The Bottom"

"Nightmares Of The Bottom"



Sleepin' at the top, nightmares of the bottom
Everybody wanna be fly til you swat 'em
But who am I to talk? I ain't shittin' roses
We in the same picture but we all got different poses
Now I'm looking in my rear view, I see the world in it
I try to slow down, and I get rear ended
Pause! Like a red light, I'm dead right!
Highway to Heaven, God do you see my headlights?
They say "you don't know what you're doing till you stop doing it"
Well call me clueless cause I do this
Attention all shooters, I'm a shooting star
Life is a course and I'm a shoot for Par
I'm searching for today instead I found tomorrow
And I put that shit right back man I'll see what I find tomorrow
Young Money CMR, blood like a scar
Weezy F baby and the F ain't for "Flaw"

(Uh)
(Uh)
(Yup, yup, yup, yup)

It's like I have it all
But I don't have to worry
Married to the money, a true love story
Only God can judge me, I don't need a jury
Nothing standing in my way, like nothings my security
Back to my journey, that bullshit don't concern me
If I knew I was going to jail I would have fucked my attorney
If you sleeping on me nigga, than I hope you toss and turning
I'm so cold I'm hypothermic, ask yo bitch she will confirm it, yeah,
Now what we doing with it
Keep opening ya grill, I'm barbecuing with it
I know my shit already tight so I ain't screwing with it
Some say this game is a joke well I hope they get it
OK, I'm walking on needles, sticking to the point
Yeah the streets is talking, I'm familiar with the voice
I'm a gangsta by choice I hope my son's choose wiser
And don't call me sir, call me survivor,

(Uh)
(Yeah)
(Uh)
(And they go yup, yup, yup, yup)
(Uh)

Call me killer 'cause I make a killing
I got this shit wrapped up, bow and a ribbon
That's them twin Glocks, you can call 'em siblings
And them bullets travel, better hope I keep dribbling
I touch the sky, get the clouds out my fingernails
These bitches think they fly like Tinkerbell,
But they all on my wire like Stringer Bell.
I let 'em be, 'cause you know how that stinger feel.
Know how to whip that white girl, I can spank her tail
And I fuck up any track; train derail
Know how to roll, never need training wheels
And when the truth hurts, I pop pain pills
Uh, all or nothing, or nothing else
I bleed reality, I should cut myself
Just had a bowl of riches and a cup of wealth
And the "F" is for fuck yourself

(Uh)
(Yeah)

And I ain't doing nothin' but getting my share
Breathin' this air
And Mack's mom told me she gonna keep me in her prayers
So I'm feeling alright I'm tryna stay aware
And if you wanna trip than I'm a meet ya there
To my niggas in the game, keep the game fair
Players play, coaches coach and cheerleaders cheer
I'm tryna keep spirit when the ghost disappear
Weezy F baby and the F ain't for fear

(Uh)

 

[fox69]

"No Ceilings"
(feat. Birdman)

"No Ceilings"
(feat. Birdman)



[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Ok, pop that pussy and shake that ass,
Pop that pussy and shake that ass,
I say pop that pussy and shake that ass,
Pop that pussy and shake that ass,
You got to pop that pussy and shake that ass,
Pop that pussy and shake that ass
And no ceilings
And no ceilings
And no ceilings
Yeah,

Ok,
Pockets on he-man,
I get it if I demand,
Man I do it big, to me you niggas wee man,
Bout to go pecans, I beat it like 3 hands,
Weezy in the building you other niggas freelance,
I don't give a f-zzuck,
I done got my shit up,
I gotta do a bit, that's push ups, sit ups,
fuck with young money bitch nigga get hit up,
nigga fuck pay even fuck wid us,
I'm a eastside nigga yeah eastside nigga,
Where the muthafucking beef gets deep fried nigga,
nigga could'ntsee me with 3 eyes nigga,
You's a bitch,
No U-N-I-T-Y nigga
On the mic I'm like pac, I'm like B-I nigga,
Whoever don't agree come and see my nigga,
I be waiting in my mansion seaside nigga,
Young muthafucking M-O-N-E-Y...

[singing:]
Hate no, hate no
I don't wanna hate no, hate no,
But they keep pushing me, pushing me
But they keep pushing me, pushing me
I don't wanna hate nobody tonight,
I don't wanna hate nobody tonight,
But they keep pushing me, pushing me
Everyday pushing me, pushing me

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne:]
Ok, Cool n Dre,
This is no ceilings,
I do this all day I got bars, no railings,
Looking for a bitch for some sexual healing,
Open up her mouth and she catch it like Braylon,
Young Weezy F, the F is not for failing,
Swagger just dumb call it Sarah Palin,
If you niggas fly then I must be para-sailing,
We are not the same, I'm a muthafucking alien,

[Birdman:]
Back on my saddle with the tool and my hand
Uptown real nigga bitch landed in the sand,
Back home nigga did it for the land
For the grand with the money with the tool in my hand
High life, give a fuck about your stripes homey,
Killer kill, kill a spend your... daily homie,
Turn left get your switch turned of nigga,
Turn right and get your shit took off nigga,
fuck cause we higher than we ever been,
More loaded, white doves, burning hundreds,
Overseas nigga pitching on the top floor,
High floor situation from the bottom floor,
Born in the middle, shining like a diamond,
Red diamonds, big diamonds how we roll nigga,
24's fucking all these hoes nigga,
High life getting money then we go nigga,

Like father like son boy...

[Hook]

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"No Haters"

"No Haters"



We catch a body and we laugh about it
I fucked her friend, I don't feel bad about it
Grindin' is agonizing but it's gratifying
Skinny tires - on a salad diet
I lost my mind, I'm like fuck everybody
I lost my mind but I got extra copies
I fuck so long it feel like exercising
I test the lying before testifying
All I got is hitters in my squad
I could get you killed all my niggas want the job
I could get you killed it just take a head nod
I want you dead by tonight, that's a real deadline
Zero fucks given, I make her come to the condo butt naked
Cause bitch ain't no stealin'
She still come visit, she don't wanna leave
She compared it to me leaving a witness
I said I get it
I keep some cocaine on me for the bitches
And this AK is not for decoration
Fuck boys give me the heebee-jeebees
I got a hit list like the Yellow Pages
If she can suck a dick or snort a Quaalude
Then ooh baby you got my full attention
Champagne expensive, it taste gooder vintage
Open your nose, I put some sugar in it
I don't fuck around with them fuck arounds
I might fuck around and catch a body
I got some niggas that'll hunt ya down
And catch you slippin' like you playin' hockey
We catch a body, and we laugh about it
I fuck her friend, I don't feel bad about it
Money and drugs, I'm talkin' Math and Science
Skinny tires - on a salad diet
Chopper leave you with a half a body
Make sure he dead before we leave my nigga grab his wallet
I got the hook up on them rocket launchers
I told Obama fuck with me, you know I got it
Slim, you need to fuck with me you know I got it
I know somebody that know somebody
Look, traffic dying, we still trap or dyin'
It's agonizing but it's gratifying
Squad, I could get you killed, all my niggas want the job
I could get you killed it just take a head nod
Want you dead by tonight, that's a real deadline
You ain't got no hitters in your squad
I could get you killed, that's my real day job
I'mma crime of passion, I'mma fuckin' hate crime
Spit like I ate bombs
Eminem on 8 mile
I'm a motherfuckin' man
Scarface, face-mob
Pockets lookin' like the Blob
Chips like Cape Cod
Bust your motherfuckin' egg till I see egg nog
My bougie bitch ratchet, my ratchet bitch a straight snob
Hold up, who know how to read gang signs?
Cause we gone throw 'em up and we gon give 'em hang time
I got white, I got brown, sell it at the same time
That's that James Brown, that's that James Bond
We catch a body and we laugh about it
It's catastrophic but we glamorize it
It's agonizin', but it's gratifyin'
Skinny tires - on a salad diet
Chopper leave you with a half a body
No hesitation, no stall, like the bathroom crowded
Chopper so big, so tall, it could wrap around me
Triple A, astronomic, anatomic
Tunechi, and it's that sorry for the wait
And I'm so sorry for the wait

 

[fox69]

"No Lie"

"No Lie"


[Intro]
Hey turn the music up
It sound like I’m loud as fuck and the music’s not
I don’t like that

[Verse 1]
I am sippin’ on that lean, don’t bring me no bottles hoe
I make it rain so hard, flowers grow, Hollygrove
Four baby mamas, no baby mama drama
Bad bitch at home sleepin, I go home and sleep behind her, uh
Shout out to my weed man, shout out to my lean man
I’m sittin’ on these muthafuckin’ millions like a beanbag
Fuck you, don’t judge me, drug me then love me
Eat me some pussy when I got the munchies
I’m trippin’, tell Pippen, to beam me up Scottie
Got pounds of that kush watch me go on a diet
That’s no lie, I’m so high, you pussy ass niggas Massengill
I got them yellow xanax, I slipped on a banana peel
Trukfit t-shirt, blunt dipped in syrup
Pass that weed around like some fuckin’ hors d’oeuvres
Man I’m shit faced and your bitch facin’
She high too, fuckin’ right
My number one F-A-N, you know what that mean, Fuck All Night, ugh

Yeah, I’ma let that breathe
Let that breathe

[Verse 2]
Uh, nigga I fucked that bitch that’s with ya
And she send me naked pictures
If I was you I wouldn’t kiss her, you know why?
You know why, yeah, uh, now all my bad bitches say word
You ain’t never jocked no nigga, you ain’t never sweat no nigga
Yeah, you don’t want none of these niggas
Bitch, I ain’t one of these niggas, ho
I be doin’ my own thing, red bone with a tongue-ring
We get home and she go straight for that head, gun range
Fuck your feelings I’m feelin’ me, you want real? That’s real as me
Mask on, trick-or-treat, my sign say “Dick for free”
All my homies ride or die, all my bitches ride or die
I look her pussy eye-to-eye then suck that muthafucka dry

Yes Lord
Yeah and she say “Yes Lord”
Yeah, Dedication 4, hoe
Scoob in this bitch with me?

 

[fox69]

"No More"

"No More"



Yeah, Hustla

I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right nah

I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right money right

The pots hot as the rock expands it the paper chasin man on the clock like hands grindin like teeth get money like heath cliff hukstable keep it comin
like keith gotta meke last forever for worse or for better gotta make it past the devil so guns i got several and everybody plays the fool says aaron
nevelle bu i just play to win holler back like heavy metal. smellin like pedals from a rose so they hoes. my breads buildin bagels and legos when i rose
they froze trust me for the pesos im an a hole AK holes. think face blow and understand talkin money by the case loads gun off safety im in safe mode i
will hold court until the case closed. brown bag bitch

I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right nah

I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right money right

young new investment aint no turnin me back had the rubber band stacks in the button king sack and i aint never goin back sike i love the life standin
under the street ilght tryin to get off that white at a reasonable price nah i aint tryin to bargain wit ya niggas hatin well i guess they gonna be
starvin wit u i got 2 jobs i sell and cop shit like father like son well i was adopoted. i told the birdman stunna gimme a chance and i dont even wanna
tell u waht i did with my advance cause im only a man i had to feed my fam takin that hood shit and copped about 24 grams man i guess it is wat it is it
was wat it was before the rap game i waas sellin drugs either way im six figures before my first record ill stunt yall dont respect my my work habits im a
hustla

I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right nah

I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right money right

yeah thank u up nigga uptown from an 8 to a quater from a half to a brick from an 0 to the ozies that how im hood rich and murder was the case got me
emptyin a lot clips stunna hollerin birdman nigga right back in this bitch 3rd world throw the u up im rollin in the whip with this money on my mind gotta
hustla and to lift them high rise dealin me and youngin on some shit breaking bread choppin millions cause a bitch aint shit told as a youngin how roll
with the chopper if money on your block for the money ima pop ya nigga wanna hate but they money wouldnt stop us from ridin fly whips now they hoe out
jockin we stunnin while ya hating nigga stunna is wat made ya i hear ya poppin shit but the birdman raised ya bitch birdman got an army birdman got a navy
and cash money cant save ya.

I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right nah

I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right money right

 

[fox69]

"No Type"

"No Type"



Cuz I ain't got no type
But when I met codeine, there was love at first Sprite
Counting dirty money all night, where the wipes?
I like my Swisher Sweets, fat as fuck, with cellulite
My bitch got a wife, got me walking round' feeling like Dolemite
These niggas talking crazy, but they don't get out of line
There pockets saying vacant, and my shit saying occupied

Bad bitch on my team
Bad bitch on my team, just like Katniss Everdeen
Got lipstick everywhere
I got it shaking on this dick-dick-dick-dick-dick-dick-dick like a electric chair, lord
I got liquor, I got cigarettes
And these pussy ass niggas just got PMS
I don't think you should see him, nor live off per diem
She just took off her clothes, and said you ain't lying
She pretty like the bride of Frankenstein
She kill it like she married to the mob
I can't let one of these hoes let me down, mama
She said don't worry son I help you make one
Cuz these hoes throwing pussy like hand grenades
Don't let it blow up in yo face
Had to buy my dick a barricade
And a mothafuckin' K9, now
Diamonds in my teeth, I'm eating carrot cake
So hard for me to put on a fake smile
Had to buy my dick a barricade
And a mothafuckin' K9, now
I got cocaine, I got cigarettes
I don't do neither, except my bitch request
She like bad boys, I'm her crook in the neck
Her suicide note say she love me to death
For her Lewinsky is so critical
And I didn't mean to get political
I watch her, let figure slither
But I don't look into her snake eyes

I ain't got no type
But when I met codeine, there was love at first sprite
I been counting dirty money all night, where the wipes?
I like my swisher sweet, fat as fuck, with cellulite
My bitch got a wife, got me walking around feeling like Dolemite
And these niggas talking crazy, but they don't get out of line
Their pockets saying vacant, and my shit saying occupied
But when I met codeine, there was love at first Sprite
I been counting dirty money through the night, where the wipes?
I like my swisher sweet, fat as fuck, that's how you like
My bitch got a wife, got me walking around feeling like Dolemite
And these niggas talking crazy, and they don't get out of line
I'm sorry for the wait, til I drop Tha Carter 5

 

[fox69]

"No Worries"
(feat. Detail)

"No Worries"
(feat. Detail)



[Hook: Detail]
You can look me in my face (I ain’t got no worries) [x3]
See the sh-rooms keep me up (I ain’t got no worries) [x3]
You see money right there, yeah that’s Tunechi right there (turn up)
Yeah that’s Mack Maine right there, and we ain’t got no worries
You see pussy right there redbone mangos right there
See them sh-roomies right there we ain’t got no worries

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Tunechi in this bitch, e’rybody should be worried
Them pussy niggas be purring, bitches be digging me I feel buried
And if she make this dick hard, she woke up a sleeping giant
Man your bitch speak in tongues every time we speak in private
Hope your barber shop open cause we got hair triggers
Smoke so much that Smokey the Bear, have to bear with us
And that Jeep with the doors off that means that bitch sleek
All these bitches think they’re the shit, I sent them up shits creek
You see Tunechi right here, give me brain ideas
It’s ok if you turn up just don’t turn off my light years
All I know is I do it what I’m smoking I grew it
These are Blood gang Piru, all rats gotta die even Stewart
On my private jet is my stewardess is your bitch nigga, bitch Nigga
I know gold-diggers and ditch-diggers
You don’t get dissed, you get disfigured
She said sorry I didn’t shave so that pussy is a little furry
I put that pussy in my face I ain’t got no worries
Tunechi

[Hook: Detail]

[Verse 2: Lil Wanye]
We ain’t got no worries
She bad as a hooker, so she ain’t got no worries
She want me to eat her sugar I say why you in a hurry
She say why you asking questions I say bitch you trynna be funny
Now take your fucking clothes off, let me see that donkey kong
I swing your ass back and forth, back and forth on my monkey bars
That camel toe that camel toe, no worries no panty-hose
These niggas falling off like baggy clothes, I smoke more than a magic show
I swear I saw my ho, I swear she was with my ho
You know I fuck them both, sore pussy and sore throat
Bitch it’s Tunechi and I’m out here, no worries no worries
I would talk about my dick, but man that shit would be a long story

[Hook: Detail]