(feat. Lil Wayne And The Clipse)



[Lil Wayne:] 

Money to be made best believe a nigga glockin' 

I run it myself like a quarterback option 

I pitch her ten G's tell a bitch to go shoppin' 

She buy herself some clothes and she brought me back a chopper 

See niggas tryna kick it but no I don't play soccer 

I'm all about my cake I'm tryna marry Betty Crocker 

A package on the way you know my whip game proper 

And off of one key I see seventy thousand dollars 

Now I was shootin' dice smokin' on a joint 

I bet with Yo Gotti he hit five straight points 

We over here hustlin' we over here grindin' 

You rap about money and a nigga might sign you 

Rap about me and a nigga might find you 

Banana in your ass with your head right behind you 

Dope game bitch let his mama worry about him 

You could holla at me or Feat 



[The Game:] 

As if he fuckin' come at us with real murder shit 

John Mohammed Lee Malvo when me and the kid split 

Surgical when I'm in a convertible state of mind 

Lock me in the pen watch the murder rate decline 

I'll do mine like Shyne soon as I hit the bricks 

You better have fake on that Bad Boy shit 

I got niggas that'll kidnap kids to get dough 

And dress up like SpongeBob in a six-four 

It's fucked up what they did so I'm on one knee 

God bless the brother of rich fo' 

Ain't no love lost I'm still Don sippin' 

Readin' the LA Times and Louis Vuitton slippin' 

Sittin' behind bars for the simple fact that the 

Hip Hop police is drivin' behind Scar's 

Air Force One's in the Bentley GT 

It's the reason I'm still rap's MVP 



[Malice:] 

Ugh.. so much glamour that I can't stand the 

Bright from the ice the chain xenon lamp ya 

Impression in your mind like a freeze-frame camera 

The white tee tight like you seen on Pampers 

What's under the couch probably free off santa 

Whatever it cost baby we got answers 

Line outside full of jojo dancers 

We Got It 4 Cheap that's the re-up anthem 

By far the coldest '06 Lotus 

Zero to sixty hokus-pokus 

The feds don't know so they stick they noses 

While we off the coast proposin' toast-es 

Hoes and mo' shit the family close-knit 

And deep like the who too you cockroaches 

Just like the flow the fo's ferocious 

I'll tuck you in homie buenas noches