ay ya Grandmother Willow Que que na-to-ra You will understand Listen with your heart You will understand Let it break upon you Like a wave upon the sand Listen
Don't you ever think of just Seeing me on the TV screen Or in a magazine that my life It seems to be one big fantasy 'Cause life is just a dream so when
's John Jacob Astor's second wife, She's only nineteen-years-old And now she's married to a prominent man Worth over a hundred and fifty million And twenty
may way back to the womb Fed on a diet of disease Craving degeneration in the air I breathe I'm a stupid little animal in outer space The result of a
switching i can smell him digging up shit like a fly come around and keep persisting that's how you end up in a hit list in a badman business no evidence
me on the fresh train Yes, I'm in the building, you just on the list of guest names And all of my riders do not give a fuck, X Games Guns turn you
Intro Hey, boy! Verse 1 Once upon a time a DJ's task Was just to play records, what more could you ask? But then came remixes
mind serial hustler Cash flow I'll dust ya Quick to break a buster ya snitch bitch? No hustler faster Bentley ballin' bastard Game maker I knock a
my bar i want it all no minimum Tinchy the general me and my brother D A P's that's clinical oh i was raised a survivor now i'm getting *** as a fiver
a text it could go down hit me and i'll be around hit you wit a text on the low nobody will have to know just hit me wit a text verse 1 (mann) ahhh
the front page And I get one less chump I encourage all frauds to jump I heard they taste like chicken And my bitch is in the kitchen With a pot of hot grease And a
all the pretty things you need) I got my shopping list of love right here, Remind me what's the 1, 2, 3 (I'll get your shopping list, remind you what's the 1
Sh- J-Rocks from the mix who is ready for, kuz he cuttin' up racks for e-very-body, Come on over cuz we having a party, We lighting up the sky with a
Twenty for the feds, the rest under my mattress (Huh) I gave my wallet a botox injection A bunch ?a rude boyz in?a your section Tryna give my tax bracket an erection A
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] Love is the party, my heart is such a disco ball She's in-line waiting, my guest list too long I told her I would love her, love
to the cops Walking like giant cranes and With my x-ray eyes I strip you naked In a tight little world and are you on the list? Stepford wives, who
like a Buddy Rich solo And she was everything I've dreamed of She moved right up to #1 on my list And did I mention she's a world famous billionare Bikini
, got enough chips Not enough hits though, don't get it twisted Over a hundred of mine listed, why? K-sick widdows and six zeroes in the blink of a eye