It's trill shit man, it's real talk man
If da money don't move
If da money don't move
If Birdman sponsor it
I'm takin' dese chances
I can let them shots out
Shoot ya in ya mouth, Leroy
Vibe to it yo
Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'
Phantom of da Opera
Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here
To da derf motherfucker
Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'
Dat thing a go rrrat
See it's a cold world so homie bundle up
So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?
And if da kid ain't right
I ain't bragging, I ain't boastin', it's the way it go
If I'm open for da 3
How da hell u ain't here 2 see ya prince do his thing?
Bathin' ape, Eve Saint, Evisu wat I stay in
Then I won't budge
They call ‘em Bullet Tooth
(Won't budge)
Then I won't budge
I'ma paint da city red wit dis one
And only one know how to bag, bitch bundle up
No assistance just
See I'll be ridin' just
I don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight
I'm just going for da 2
Please say da motherfuckin'
All black, guap tent, locked in
U kno me dey call me Birdman Jr.
Young Weezy got that Hustla Musik
It's trill shit man, it's real talk boy
It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it
Fuck bitches, it's young money, nigga
My feet on da ground
Goddamn, missed and hit a nigga in his head with dis one
My head 2 da sky
I'm takin' dese chances
(Won't budge)
Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here
There's a full court pressure
And look I got some
And I deserve da throne
Publishers: DWAYNE CARTER PUB DESIGNEE, WARNER-TAMERLANE PUBLISHING CORP
Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king
Dang, hop in dat thang and merk off
That persistence with
We warned the place, we here
And I promise if u try me
If da money don't move
I don't take it for granted
Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'
I know my vibe is tight
Better guard your kids, guard your face, better guard your body
My feet on da ground
Back touchin' da wall
Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'
Ridin alone'
(Won't budge)
My head 2 da sky
Man, man this be that Hustler Musik
I'm like, what it do, what it do
(Won't budge)
Then I won't budge
Anybody murderer
I'm asking y'all please, please
And make me go back
I'm takin' dese chances
That commitment if
I'ma make it, it's nothin'
I'ma take it in a second
If da money don't move
Gotta run when I hear da bird call
Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here
I look right in the 4 seater, u know I be high
Now get ya hustle up
My fingas 2 da judge
Young Weezy got that muthafucking Hustler Musik, yo
Dat act is wat I perform amongst u hatas
Songwriters: Dwayne Carter, Tristan G. Jones
It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it
Get right in the 4 seater, top floor of da Four Seasons
No I won't budge, no Lord
See u fuckin' wit da boys
Wit my daddy on my mind, like u gotta be kiddin'
Black Peter Pan, fly till I die, what u sayin'?
Bullet proof, leave a nigga wit a bullet roof
Then I won't budge
Dat boy will lay flat, so flat
I'm takin' dese chances
Please say da motherfuckin'
(Yea)
U can't get no shots in
Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here
I ain't neva killed nobody I promise
My feet on da ground
Got Nina in my palm and I'm masturbating
I'm ahead wit dis one
Facin' da avenue
Dats Weezy F. Baby and
Even if there's one second
Money iz da motivation
My feet on da ground
4 of dem whores, and they all kno how to cook it up
We ain't on dis grind for nothin'
No I won't budge, no Lord
Who tote toys way before Christmas
He gon' have to rewind dis track
No I won't budge, no Lord
My fingas 2 da judge
So ride to it yo, and vibe to it yo
Den let me die in his songs
My fingas 2 da judge
My head 2 da sky
So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?
So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?
Got me feelin' like Scarface
Dats Weezy F. Baby and
My head 2 da sky
Young Weezy got that muthafucking Hustler Musik
Ride to it yo, vibe to it yo
Got da weed, got da gun
No I won't budge, no Lord
I ain't bragging, I ain't boastin', that's the way it is
My fingas 2 da judge
I take it for what it's worth
I don't take it for nothin'
Swerve off
So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?
Shant be, so I be who I be, that's me
So I be who I be, that's me
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