Lil Wayne I Am Not A Human Being Album Lyrics For You

American rapper Lil Wayne (Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.) released his new eighth studio album I Am Not A Human Being digitally on September 27, 2010 (Lil Wayne's 28th birthday) making it's debut at number two on the US Billboard 200 chart and sold 110,000 downloads the first week. The album dropped to number sixteen on the chart and sold 23,000 digital copies. Once the CD was released on October 12, 2010 it sold 125,000 copies and reached number one on the Billboard 200 chart the third week. As of October 24, I Am Not A Human Being has sold 323,000 copies.

Recorded: 2009-2010

Genre: Hip Hop

Length: 43:05 (digital), 55:42 (cd)

Label: Young Money, Cash Money, Universal Motown

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Gonorrhea Lyrics:

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Sound like my mic is right
Ugh
I am not a human
Shout to all my moon men
Daddy call me Tune
Got them b**ches tuned in
It's a crazy world so I stay in mine
And n**gas don't cross the line
N**gas stay in line
Like welfare I stay elsewhere
Hotter than a devil, n**ga hell yeah
Roc-a-bye baby, homocide baby
That's more tear drops, call me Cry Baby
What you talkin' 'bout? Tell it to my nine
Cut your tongue out, mail it to your moms
I'm a young god, swagga un-flawed
B**ch I'm in the building, you in the front yard
Life's a b**ch, naw, better yet a dumb broad
And I bet I can f**k the world and make it c*m hard
Yeah you boys is washed up
And I'm s**tin' on 'em, like two girls and one cup
Weezy Baby aka bring the money home
Pull out a AK and pop ya in ya funny bone
Laugh now die later muthaf**ker
You's a b**ch like Zeta Phi Beta muthaf**ker

[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Yeah, I call it how I see ya
I wish I never met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya
P**sy @ss n**ga, I don't want your gonorrhea
P**sy @ss n**ga, I don't want your gonorrhea
Yeah, I call it how I see ya
I wish I never met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya
P**sy @ss n**ga, I don't want your gonorrhea
P**sy @ss n**ga, I don't want your gonorrhea

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
Man I'm so tired of ballin' I sleep a lot now
I'll let my goons rush ya, like Moscow
Gun at ya eyebrow pow pow
Man I ball hard, even with five fouls
Yeah we in this b**ch, like tampons
Dump ya in the woods, now get ya camp on


Choke hold around this s**t 'cause I'm so hands on
I get high as f**k and Polo sheets is what I lands on
Back against the wall and my two feet is what I stand on
Diva in the room, she blowin' me just like a band horn
Got her on her knees the same knees that she be prayin' on
Now she just text her girlfriend with a capital, "You can join"
Yeah, what y'all wanna do I'm all ears
Smokin' on that head band call that s**t that Paul Pierce
I'm just so ahead of my time like dog years
Ball like Solange, India Arie, Britney Spears

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Drake]
I aaaaaam, spendin' much more than I'm makin' on these cars and these vacations
Is that too much information?
I just bought a Lamborghini, I'm not even into racin'
With a windshield full of tickets 'cause I live right by the station
I aaaaam, try'na figure out why you so mad at me
Yes I'm with Young Money tell the magazine stop askin' me
I be with the dread with the tattoos on his head
And a flag the color red like a f**kin' low battery
N*gga peep the s**t I'm wylin' on
I be with your baby momma you be with your child at home
Big Mo, Big Red, two cups made of Styrofoam
Big cheese, big bread, call that s**t a calzone
I will break yo' f**kin' collar bone
Us agianst the world, better pick which f**kin' side you on
Wayne got a Bugatti that he steady puttin' mileage on
And we about to kill 'em, C4 Mr. Carter's home

[Hook - Lil Wayne]
Yeah, I call it how I see ya
I wish I never met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya
We some @sshole n**gas, call us diarrhea
The money keep growin', yep
It's growin' like a Chia
Yeah, I call it how I see it
Y'all some p**sy @ss n**gas we should call ya gonorrhea
Uh, you keep talkin' that s**t I'ma see ya
Kill ya senorita and f**k ya mama mia

Hold Up Lyrics:

[Lil Wayne Verse 1]
B**ch I'm me, American gangsta
Weezy F baby, born in a manger
trouble is my friend, I ain't foreign to danger
Clip full of wings, turn you boys into angels
shoot ya in your halo, shoot you like halo
…New orleans A-hole, Frio, Fuego
all about my bread like bagels, they know
I'm Raw like a Quelo, ball like gay h**s
weed so strong its like i twist tornadoes
spit like 9′s, 4 5th’s, and 3 8 oh’s
n**gas want problems, well i am problematic
It's back to pickin cotton cause you n**gas cotton candy
ima east side damu, deep water shamoo
shoot you from your head to your shoulders, shampoo
Kush and the bamboo, p**sy in the bedroom
pass that b**ch down like an heirloom,
Tunechi

Hold up [x4]

[Chorus]
Hustle till night fall
Party till sun light
Guns in the boxers
don't make this a gun fight
F**k them other n**gas
F**k then n**gas b**ches
Benadryl s**t,
trigga finga itchin
[x2]

[T-Streets Verse 2]
B**ch I'm streets, I rep that east
Gimmie the beef, I’ll put the beef in da grease
Kush in the sweets, B**ch in the sheets
I f**ked that b**ch mission complete
Real n**ga talk, Gangsta conversation
I'm a real n**ga dont fuck wit imitations
Young Money n**ga aint no limitations
I dont play games n**gas simulations
Which one of yall n**gas say ya bout it?
Its a f**ked up world T streets take ya out it
Thats word to the glock.. Glock in my sock
loose lips sink ships better stop at the dot

[Lil Wayne Verse 3]
Uhh Married to the money, welcome to the reception
She came with problems, f**k it that's my step sons
Sleepin in the Maybach, Wake me when the jet come
And I keep the toast turn yo @ss to bread crumbs
Uhh based on a true story, I got a million flows they aint even 2 storys
Sleepin on the edge, I hope I don't toss and turn
Shoot down the early bird that's how I get the worm
Real n**ga university.. Alumni
Just check my watch and the b**ch says sometimes
She say when I'm in her feels like I'm soul searchin
And they say money talks, well its my spoke person
Uhh grab a star from the sun roof
I f**k her in her dreams and make her come true
Young Money is the power Send my B’s at you like a motherf**kin flower

[Chorus]
Hustle till night fall
Party till sun light
Guns in the boxers
don't make this a gun fight
F**k them other n**gas
F**k then n**gas b**ches
Benadryl s**t,
trigga finga itchin
[x2]

With You Lyrics:

[Lil Wayne - Verse 1]
Shawty badder than a 3 year old
keep playing and imma eat her like a pita roll
I'm just sayin with my love I could feed her soul
two day getaway and we dont need our clothes
we at the pool and she lookin like a center fold
two tattoos but she say she gettin plenty mo
She got Indian in her family, Seminole
me and shawty go together like chemicals
and she get mad when I call other woman h**s
you send a rose, I pick some flowers and send her those
tall glass of Merlot get her in the mode
two tall glasses of Merlot get her out her robe
I whisper in her ear, than lick around her lobe
and when she check her watch, it’s never time to go
and with her brain she should make the honor roll
And when I came, she caught me like the common cold.

[Chorus]
God d*mn you the s**t
and I’ll rip my heart out and hand you the s**t
And I don't really know how to handle this s**t
But tonight its moonlight and candles and s**t

[Drake - Hook]
With you baby
With you baby
with you baby
with you baby
With youuuu and only you

[Lil Wayne - Verse 2]
Uh I say damn I must be left cause you the best I ever seen right
shawty put me on, you got me gone like some green lights
See you with your girls, they probably telling that he aint right
Bet they be the same b**ches at the wedding throwing rice
Let's get together over night
Shawty I'm a pro and you are lookin like the protoype
But see that I took your advice,
sometimes you got to blow it twice then shake it up and roll the dice
I'm crusin on the road of life but I need a passenger
Appettite for lovin, ma I'm hungry like a scavenger
I-I be on that lavender
I-I be in the bath with her
Then I gotta go under that water like a mariner

[Chorus]

[Drake - Hook]

[Lil Wayne - Verse 3]
Now she dont know about me
But Imma put her on it
And she ain't show up out me
But can't go without me
We probably ain't supposed to be together
but I wonder if our love affair her could last forever
And shawty I'm with ya
Smoke alot of w**d but I could never forget ya
Then I told her to her face,
If everyone was like you the World would be a better place

[Chorus]

[Drake - Hook]

I Am Not A Human Being Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
I am not a human being Uhh,
p**sy footing like s**t
pop all the balloons and spit in the punch, yeah,
kush and the blunts
I ride through your block see a foot in the trunk
I don’t know why they keep playin
they better replay ‘em giving them the blues Bobby “Blue” Bland (blues singer)
together we stand and fall on y’all
ballin’ with my bloods, call it b-ball
these days ain't s**t Young Money is
I got mars bars three musketeers
come through coupe same colour as veneers
and you know I’m riding with the toast, cheers! (reason he’s in jail)
yeah, now I’m back on my grizz
and y’all’s a bunch a squares like a muthaf**king grid
s**t f**k with me and get hit
I finger f**k the nina make the b**ch have kids
just do it my n**ga I just did
name a muthaf**ker deeper than me b**ch dead
ya dig, this here is big biz and I scream f**k it whoever it is

[Chorus]
I am the Rhyming Oasis
I got a cup of ya time I wont waste it
I got my foot on the line I’m not racin’
I thank god that I am not basic
I am not basic
I am not a human being

[Verse 2]
Uhh, rockstar baby
now come to my suite and get lockjaw baby
Rich n**ga lookin at the cops all crazy
its the mob s**t n**ga Martin Scorsese
heater close range, cuz people are strange
but I bet that AK 47 keep you ordaned
you can't see weezy nor wayne
I'm in the far lane, I'm running this s**t – hundred yard gain
uhhh, swag on infinity
I'm killing em, see the white flag from the enemy
shoot you in the head and leave your dash full of memories
father forgive me for my brash delivery
I will try you, I wouldn't lie you
I must be sticky cuz them b**ches got they eyes glued
young money baby we the s**t like fly food
yall cant see us – like the bride shoes.
I stand tall like a muthaf**kin 9’2
I scream motherf**k you and whoever design you
and if you think you hot then obviously you are lied to
and we don't die, we multiply and then we come divide you.

[Chorus]
I am the Rhyming Oasis
I got a cup of ya time I wont waste it
I got my foot on the line I’m not racin’
I thank god that I am not basic
I am not basic
I am not a human being

[Verse 3]
Re-Reporting from another world
Magazine full of bullets you can be my cover girl
Ness go the w**d thicker than a southern girl
strong arm rap like a n**ga did a hundred curls
rock star biatch, check out how we rock
and if this ain't hip hop…it must be me hop
I'm higher than a tree top
she lick my lo-llipop
I still get my candy from your girlfriend's sweet shop
spitting that he rock I'm smooth not Pete Rock
and my money on etcetera – 3 dots
still get a stomach ache every time I see cops
you better run mothaf**ka, cuz we not
you better run till your feet stop
you ain't even on a f**king alphabet in my tea pot
colder than a ski shop
holding on to THE top, and even if I let go I still won't G-rock

[Chorus]
I am the Rhyming Oasis
I got a cup of ya time I wont waste it
I got my foot on the line I’m not racin’
I thank god that I am not basic
I am not basic
I am not a human being

I'm Single Lyrics:

[Lil Wayne]
uh, Camo shorts and bubba Kush,
we can talk she’d rather fuss,
this and that bout such and such,
damn where is the f**king trust,
I'm tired of the hoop and holler’n,
I'm bout to take the coupe to collins,
uh, then take a female to the Island,
uh then take her clothes off and do the honours,
yeah now she hearing with them other b**ches,
yeah, I told her mind her f**king business,
s**t she prol out here f**king n**gas,
I'm f**king her friends now her friends ain't even f**king with her,
damn she text me all day and night,
so pissed off she ain't even spelling s**t right,
I text her back, tell her it's life,
now somebody tell them h**s, I’m single for the night

[Chorus]
yeah I'm single,
n**ga had to cancel that b**ch like nino,
I ain't trippin on nothin,
I'm sipping on somethin,
and my homeboy say he got a bad b**ch for me,
and I’m single,
yeah I'm single,
and I'm single,
tonight I'm single
and I ain't trippin on nothin,
I'm sipping on somethin,
and my homeboy say he got a bad b**ch for me,
tonight

[Verse 2]
Dreads braided to the back,
I'm chilling but my swag on full attack,
and my girl acting like a brat,
so when she call, I don’t answer I just write her back,
she hate it when I do that s**t,
and I when get home she go through my s**t,
she call numbers back to see who that is,
man I hate it when she do that s**t,
polo t-shirt, polo draws,
now make me take this polo off,
girl you can get broken off,
yeah I f**k you for an hour than I smoke it off,
swimming trunks and bathing suits,
they go in the bedroom and tell the naked truth,
don't wanna fuss, ain't tryna fight,
man somebody tell em h**s I’m single for the night

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Uhh, now she got on her f**k em dress,
and I got on my double breast,
uh, and he been fussing all day with her,
and I make her feel special like a place kicker,
she wanna be weezy f baby sitter,
say she wish she could cut my d**k off and take it with her,
I say hold on,
she say she just playing,
then I falls in that p**sy like quick sand,
uh, hot s*x and cold wine,
she left that n**ga hanging like a clothes line,
I cut my phones off, both lines,
it's bout to get nasty, pork rinds,
she came hard both times,
we both say we single,
and we both lying,
we both wrong but it feel right,
put your hands up if you single for the night,
put your hands up if you single

[Chorus]

What's Wrong With Them Lyrics:

[Lil Wayne]
Uh, life on the rocks
too hard to swallow
so we get high till it feel like the sky low
ya’ll boys just a bunch of p**sy cats milo
money is the song, pockets on high note
do ra me faso
I rock like a fossil, big ball s**t, Paul Castellano
shoot ya @ss up, now crawl out the condo
that's that nine n**ga, lil rando
sleeping with the enemy so I f**k the World
to Miss Louise Anna, the sweetest southern girl
the sweetest southern girl
(sweetest southern girl)

[Nicki Minaj]
This is times up
Put your signs up
Made em pick my dude
I line up
Baby what the f**k is wrong (wrong) with them
What the f**k is wrong (wrong) with them
You see money you call
Very few are chosen
Looking at the wall
You can feel them close in
Baby what the f**k is wrong (wrong) with them
What the f**k is wrong (wrong) with them

[Lil Wayne]
Uh, mind over matter
money over all
the World is on my shoulders,
shall I dust my shoulders off?
uzi rat-a-tatter, knocking over walls
f**k the bulls**t, but just don’t f**k it raw man
p**sy has a pattern and I know where I’m going
and if you got beef I turn into a tenderloin
sanity kills so I live the crazy life
I wonder if you’ll pay attention if I change the price
life is my wife, till death do us part
man I’m fly as f**k you ain't even next to depart
quick draw McGraw, I hope you like art

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
stepping on the bulls**t
you can be my doormat
y’all ain't going nowhere with that hatin’ s**t, four flat
disrespectful on the beat, Borat
f**k the system and the p**sy wasn’t all that
yeah, now time’s gettin’ shorter
life on ya head like f**king read carter now
don't you cross me, you do better crossing the border
so much money piled up I’m a muthaf**king hoarder

[Chorus]

Right Above It Lyrics:

[Drake: Verse 1]
Who really tryna f**k with Hollywood Cole? I’m with Marley Gee, bro
Flying Holly Grove chicks to my Hollywood shows
And I want to tell you something that you prolly should know
This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow
And ahhh My real friends never hearin’ from me
Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me
That’s why I pick and choose, I don’t get s**t confused
I got a small circle, I’m not with different crews
We walk the same path, but got on different shoes
Live in the same building, but we got different views
I got a couple cars I never get to use
Don’t like my women single, I like my chicks in twos
And these days all the girls is down to roll
I hit the strip club and all them bitches find the floor
Plus I just sipped and so this s**t is movin’ kinda slow
Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it’s time to go

[Lil Wayne]
[Chorus]
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven’s right above it
We on
It’s Young Money, motherf**ker
If you ain’t runnin’ wit it, run from it, motherf**ker, all right

[Hook]
Now somebody show some money in this b**ch
And I got my bees with me like some honey in this b**ch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don’t bust back, because I shoot first

[Verse 2]
Meet 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 f**k, X Games
Guns turn you boys into b**ches, s*x change
And I smoke ’til I got chest pains
And you n**gas know I rep my game like Jesse James
Women all possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne
I been fly so long I fell asleep on the p-p-plane
Skinny pants and some Vans
Call me Triple 8, get my advance in advance, Amen
As the world spin and dance in my hands
Life is a beach, I’m just playin’ in the sand
Uh, wake up and smell the p**sy
You n**gas can’t see me, but never overlook me
I’m on the paper trail, it ain’t no tellin’ where it took me
Yeah, and I ain’t a killa, but don’t push me

[Chorus]
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven’s right above it
We on
It’s Young Money, motherf**ker
If you ain’t runnin’ wit it, run from it, motherf**ker, all right

[Hook]
Now somebody show some money in this b**ch
And I got my bees with me like some honey in this b**ch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don’t bust back, because I shoot first

[Verse 3]
How do he say what’s never said?
Beautiful black woman, I bet that b**ch look better red
Limpin’ off tour ’cause I made more off my second leg
Bird-bi-birdman Junior, eleventh grade
Ball on automatic start
I could hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
Wildcat offense, check the paw prints
We in the building, n**gas in apartments
N-now, c’mon, be my blood donor
Flow so nice, she ain’t gotta put a rug on her
Do it big, and let the small fall under that
Damn, where you stumbled out?
From where they make gumbo at
Kane got the f**kin’ beat jumpin’ like a jumping jack
You know me, I get on this b**ch and have a heart attack
Hip-hop, I’m the heart of that, b**ch, nothin’ short of that
President Carter, Young Money Democrat

[Chorus]
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven’s right above it
We on
It’s Young Money, motherf**ker
If you ain’t runnin’ wit it, run from it, motherf-**ker, all right

[Hook]
Now somebody show some money in this b**ch
And I got my bees with me like some honey in this b**ch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don’t bust back, because I shoot first

Popular Lyrics:

[Lil Wayne Chorus]
She got that good good she Michael Jackson bad I'm attracted to her for her attractive @ss
She got that good good she Michael Jackson bad I'm attracted to her

[Lil Wayne]
She a monster, I’m her sponsor
She run through my head, Chris Johnson
I’ma tackle her, get in back of her
Buss it open suck that p**sy like the Dracula
What your man doing? tell him fall back
Throw that p**sy at me, baseball bat
I kiss her where she point
I make her lose her voice,
I see her when I want, call that viewer's choice
Number 1 lover, she want none other
Don't need another one when we got one another
I take her out and then I take her down
I beat it up twelve round

[Lil Wayne Chorus]
She she got that good good
she got that got that good
she got she got that got that
she she got that good good, she Michael Jackson bad I'm attracted to her for her attractive @ss

[Lil Twist]

OK I’m watching you baby and thinking about all of the things
that I can do baby on top of the world
When I`m on top of you baby
spend the night with me and get popular baby , po-popular baby (x2)

[Lil Wayne]
Uh
She a monster, but I'm a beast tho
Take her clothes down, with my teeth tho
I beat slow or I can hit it fast
I do it how she ask, and I c*m last
I bust her @ss, we tare it down
Then I gotta split like James Brown
It's all love, I come back around
And if she back it up , then then I back it down
Tell me something is you ready for me baby
Take this beast of out my pants and let you pet it for me baby
My d**k on professor Klump jump on this Eddie for me baby
And when you f**k with me they give you credit for it baby yeah

[Lil Wayne Chorus]
She she got that good good
she got that got that good
she got she got that got that
she she got that good good, she Michael Jackson bad I'm attracted to her for her attractive @ss

[Lil Twist]

OK I’m watching you baby and thinking about all of the things
that I can do baby on top of the world
When I`m on top of you baby
spend the night with me and get popular baby , po-popular baby (x2)

[Lil Wayne ]
She got that good good she Michael Jackson bad
I'm attracted to her for her attractive @ss
So pack your bags, I fly you in
Soon as she land, we get it in
She love to put her legs around my neck
I promise if I f**k her hard then she gon choke me to death . ha
And it's always wet don't know if she the best I ever had
but shes the best I had yet

[Lil Twist]

OK I’m watching you baby and thinking about all of the things
that I can do baby on top of the world
When I`m on top of you baby
spend the night with me and get popular baby , po-popular baby

Hey and you get popular baby
and like a cradle I`ll be rockin u baby
I feel good when I`m on top of you baby
so imma stay on top of u baby . hey

[Lil Wayne ]

You`ll be popular baby
I`ll be rockin you baby
I`m on top of you baby
and imma stay on top of you baby hahaha

YOUNG MUUUULLLLAAA BABYYYY

That Ain't Me Lyrics:

[Lil Wayne]
Cut the music up please
Yeah I should never leave hip hop
Controlled by my two hands they go tick toc
Around the clock, yes it’s my time, my throne
Better know the time of day in any f**king time zone
I’m feeling like I’m on top of the rhinestone
Pull in the ladder from heaven about to climb home
Mental thoughts are sharper than a pine cone
in this World of numbers I keep my nine on
And I don’t go to church because the line long
And the preacher he be getting his shine on
but I know my Lord I am God’s own
Back to my hands, tick tick a time bomb

[Jay Sean - Chorus]
Yeah, don’t you know I’ll be (I’ll be)
Yeah, don’t you know I’ll be (I’ll be)
I’ll be here cause I won’t quit yeah
You can try lock me up
You can try to break me down
but I stay strong
It’s my own throne
Cant stop now cause that ain't me
You can try lock me up
You can try to break me down
but I stay strong
It’s my own throne
Can't stop now cause that ain't me

[Lil Wayne]
Try to stay afloat on my inner tube
When they turn my city into a swimming pool
before that, it was a living cesspool
We got get on our s**t like nats do
Police’s be on my tip like hats do
but I stay strong like blacks do
Never saved by the bell in a black school
and I stay in trouble like Zack do
And in this game nobody’s on my plateau
Therefore my name remains like a tattoo
Yes I take giant steps in Shaq boots
B-I-R-D man junior or Weezy F Baby

[Chorus]

[Jay Sean - Bridge]
That ain't me
See I won’t stop, that ain't me
I won't quit, that ain't me
No I won't stop, that ain't me
cause that ain't me

[Lil Wayne]
Alright, I’m in their conversations
The titles up for grabs I’m into confiscation
Punch, shot or stab now your the doctors patient
Wild like an Arab from the Islamic nation
I get money round the clock, ain't got no time for hating
and these n**gas ain't s**t like their constipating
I get the coupe with the kit
Watch me lobster red it
Drop the top at the light that's when I be heading
So far ahead of them I feel outdated
but I feel electric like I’m Raiden
Used to play Mortal Kombat when I was a couch potato
Now I’m coming out with faders, no homo

[Chorus]

Bill Gates Lyrics:

[Lil Wayne - Verse 1]
Skinny @ss pants
Fresh pair of vans
If you n**gas keep trippin’ n**ga share an ambulance
Throw up blood with my hands
My gang poppin’ n**gas smoke that kush and not that reggie
For you name droppin’ n**gas
All day I do it
I do it like Tony
Got a sign on my d**k that say “bad b**ches only”
I don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
Man I’m on that Patron, f**k with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun, that b**ch go “pu”
Got-Got a mean @ss swagga, my b**ches do too
Yeah all my n**gas nuts and I’m a loose screw
B**ch I get big bucks, pockets on bruce bruce
Yeah I talk that s**t b**ch I got bread, b**ch I got toast
Welcome to the murder show I am the muthf**king host
They call me Weezy F Baby yes I do the f**king most
I’m at their throats until they choke
The God has spoke I need a smoke wait (smoke wait)
Now let it breath to em,
yea

[Chorus]
It goes all these b**ches and n**gas still hatin’
I used to be a baller but now I’m Bill Gatin’
Got a list full of problems, I tend to em later
yeah life is a b**ch but I appreciate her man

All these b**ches and n**gas still hatin’
Yea I used to be a baller but now I’m Bill Gatin’
Got a list full of problems, I tend to em later
Yeah life is a b**ch but I appreciate her man
Yea

[Lil Wayne - Verse 2]
It go dark @ss shades, I can’t see them haters
Now eat these f**kin bullets, don’t forget to tip the waiter
Dress like a skater, ride on you like Shawn White
I’m high all day, you can call that s**t a long flight
Every night’s a long night, every day is a holiday
I don’t f**k with squares now do that mean I’m out of shape
Yes I talk s**t, got to defecate to conversate
Weezy f**k the world, yup I f**k it till it ovulate,
Get her to the crib get in that p**sy and just dominate
Weezy F baby and the F is for fornicate
Polo Ralph Lauren b**ch, yeah that’s what my pajamas say
Big tall glass of some s**t you can’t pronounce-ier
Booger in the bezel of my watch with the vomit face
Still I do not give you mother f**kers the time of day
Pistol in your mouth I cannot make out what you tryna say
And if they want a war, then tell them mother f**kers bombs away man

[Chorus]
All these b**ches and n**gas still hatin’
Man I used to be a baller but now I’m Bill Gatin’
Got a list full of problems, I tend to em later
yeah life is a b**ch but I appreciate her man

All these b**ches and n**gas still hatin’
Man I used to be a baller but now I’m Bill Gatin’
Got a list full of problems, I tend to em later
Man life is a b**ch but I appreciate her man

Let it breath to em,
Just let it breath to em
Yea haha
Young mula baby
Young mula baby

Just let it breath to em

YM Banger Lyrics:

[Gudda Gudda]
OK I’m leaning to the left
Flag in my right pockets
Star track fly, unidentified flying objects
Extraterrestrial I’m all about my decimals
Retarded in the booth they say I got a special flow
Sicker than your average you rappers is @ss backwards
Gudda spit crack and you n**gas is crack addicts
the simple mathematics.
You cut the check and I rake in the green like I’m raking the grass in
Pretty b**ches damn near feint when they passing
Call my whip Martin but the first name Aston
Potato head n**gas get mashed when I’m spazzin’
Think you f**king with me put your cash in, nah I doubt
I was young and reckless when Pete say he was about it
You n**gas is ducks howards, cowards
Kill the competition and hsower n**gas with flowers
This rap s**t is ours
Pop b**ch

[Lil Wayne]
Uh, uptown back in it
Hollygrove black menace
Black clothes, black tennis
Black semi,
I’ve never sat in hemi
That would offend me
Try Maybach on Maybach
B**ch I got stacks yeah
Paychecks on paychecks
and I still want payback
and I still don’t play that
I kill on asap
and you don’t do s**t but get money all day
Put some shoes on my bullets now they running your way
YM young mula young money all day
Where the drugs so sweet like honey on yay
Which one of y’all say you want drama I’m honoured
I blitz your @ss like a muthaf**king lineman
Stack of paychecks with a whole bunch of comma’s
Still wear red like an old 49ner
F**k s**ttin on ya, dump the whole toilet on ya
Weezy F baby b**ch I hotter than Uganda
Ughhh!!!

[Jae Millz]
Mama ain't make me to make homies
She make me to make history
So doing that’s my extra-curricular activity
Bulldozer boy and the target is the industry
Two things I love in the World, good head and victory
You ain't doing it big and broke stop kidding me
Your whip ain't up to date and your h**s look like Mr T
This is Misery, no Cathy Bates
Come at me sideways my money slap ya straight
Yeah, I’m a big joker so you know I smash your ace
Leave the club with ya girl send her home with an ashy face
Love is a gamble but it’s my casino
Pretend that your the loser I hope that she got aveno
I hope the game got life insurance
Cause I’m kill it
and all you wack @ss rap n**gas dying with it
I’m so harlem, eating but still starving
Pockets fat as f**k like all they do is eat margarine.
Millz

[Tyga]
Put the flow in the pot
Crank up the ntoch
Burn the song from a stove top
It’s finger licking hot
His pitch flip cause the n**ga flop
My s**t hit like the b**tch was soft
N**gas cotton balled
She dropped drawers cause she poppin off
Her p**sy cross guard but I don’t stop at all
I smash in the car, like f**k the f**king law
I bet daddy gone, who wanna make it done
The rocky s**t that we up on
S**tin on em like hittin the barn
Hey wait they say money talks
Man you don’t speak at all
You shop at mini malls
My style two thumbs up like using analogues
I wreck s**t for the recognition b**ch
Jesus as my witness, say evision
I bore you n**gas flame flicker
I melt pictures
Tyga skin ain't drippin’

YM Salute Lyrics:

[Nicki Minaj - Chorus]
Better strap up your boots
Before they start to shoot
Than do it for the troops
It’s young money salute
It’s young money salute

[Lil Twist]
Yeah, uh
So sick with the flow
Yeah your cowboys know that Lil Twist
Been a pro way before Romo or T.O
No wetting cowboys to a piston
A.I no wallace your kids getting demolished
I’m booking on your suckers like I'm just leaving college
but smart, very smart, too smart for ya knowledge
Too smart once more, Wayne called me a genius
It’s YME nothing gets in between us

[Lil Chuckee]
Tell Wayne I’m going in like somebody bout to bury me
In this rap game nobody could ever bury me
That's why you see me on stage rocking with young money
I told my team I got us man it’s all on me
Like volume 2 BG I got my crew with me
Twist, Mack, Millz, Gudda and my baby Nicki
Every time I’m on the track it’s ransom
Can’t find us anymore it’s random
When Young Money come through you better salute us

[Nicki Minaj - Chorus]

[Jae Millz]
Hey I solemnly swear if it ever go down
You ain't never gotta call me cause I’mma be there
Let's get to the point like elbows, my crew harder than shell toes
Strapped like velcro and this we running hell no
and truthfully, aiming for number one oh do we
You ask why I reply cause nobody remember 2 or 3
Cross YM and the hem will make a movie
We all we can be, respect the army and salute we

[Gudda Gudda]
Yeah, Young money army we marching
We coming forward no warning
We got these boys running like Forest
So salute me like a general
First place never last
Always on top and I’m a cheif like a seminole
Got the game in strangle hold no letting up
You can get the top, ya can pop like 7 Up
Knock knock let us up, young money applaud me
and we’ll take the game out your hands like a joy stick

[Nicki Minaj]
I’mma need my badges and my ribbons
Maybe it will make up for everything that I wasn’t given
Everything that I’ve given, I swear I’ll never give in
Just look at what I’ve been in and this is just the beginning
I d-d-d-d-do it cause I did it for my ballerina girls
Blowing kisses to the soldiers I am Marilyn Monroe
but we shoot shoot shoot em up, camouflage me,
Cuz young money is the Navy better yet the Army

[Nicki Minaj - Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
Commander in chief
One hand on the World, one hand on the brief
I stand on the World, b**ch I stand on the peak
Of the game, and the girls, and the guap, now that's G
Don’t ask me about s**t but money
F**kin’ right my money long I got that 10ft money
I get it fast when I get to the money
When I walk, it sounds like 10 foots running
I meant feet, I’m in deep like wet p**sy
I’m a purple heart proven war vet rookie
You can’t even sit next to me
Now bring money or death to me.. or don’t step to me
Now don’t step n**ga, march with me
To the steps of the court building
Like ain’t we God’s children
I know at all times God’s feel me
So I play my part until the war kill me
Salute.. or.. shoot!

I Don't Like The Look Of It Lyrics:

[Gudda]
OK I'm sippin on the syrup
Got a n**ga moving slow
I’m all about the money
What the f**k you think I do it for
B**ch don’t act like you don’t know
I’m killing all these rap n**gas
Custom made caskets for you muthaf**ka funerals
Keep the women with me
S**t I gotta keep like two or more
Party everyday like we won the f**king Superbowl
Chillin wit my n**ga Mack, he keep b**ches handy
White girl on the table love them sniff nose candy
When I’m walking by the women say ” Who is that n**ga?”
I replied “Hi,I am Gudda Gudda that n**ga”
I was raised in the home of da Cap Splitters
Whip on 24′s watch it crawl like a caterpillar
I come with a toy boy like a Happy Meal
And yous a muthaf**kin’ duck, Daffy Dill
I’m from the school of Hard Knocks, where we scrap and kill
Pick the knife or gunner, you can get the package deal
I’m hot n**ga, burning everything around me
I was lost for a minute took a while but I found me
The streets say I’m King but the game will never crown me
Realist n**ga doin it just ask the n**gas around me
So you can't size me up or try to clown uh
Shark in the water jump in and Imma drown ya
New Orleans n**ga, Gun out, Imma down ya
Put n**gas to sleep like a muthaf**kin’ downer
Imma Great White, yous a flounder
Fish and a b**ch I tuna everything around ya
U-Haul Gudda, moving everything around ya
It’s Young Money B**ch
At the top is where they found us

[Lil Wayne]
Uhh, Goons on deck
Marley don’t shoot em’
Silence on the gun
Watch a n**ga mute em’
The coach in the booth
Call me Jon Gruden
School these n**gas, they all my students
All jokes aside, I ain’t playin’ wit cha
The weed broke down, like a transmission
Tha choppa spin him round, like a ballerina
B**ch I’m still spittin like I ate a Jalapeno
I’m from uptown, my b**ch from Argentina
My pockets on fat like Joey Cartagena
Stunt so hard, it’s all y’all fault
And when it come to beef give me A1 Sauce
I ain’t worryin bout s**t, Everything paid out
You could catch me court side in Dwayne Wade’s house
Wit a high yellow thick b**ch wit her legs out
Cash Money president but we in a red house
Who the f**k want it? Make my f**kin’ day
I blow your candles out, now n**ga cut that cake
I gotta eat b**ches, like a run-away
Y’all n**gas ain’t eatin, stomach ache
OK, all these b**ches, And n**gas still hatin
I used to be ballin’, But now I’m Bill Gate’n
F**kin with my iPhone, bumpin Illmatic
I’m on the road to riches, there’s just a lil traffic
Hair still platted, thuggin is a habit
Keep my guitar, Hip-Hop Lenny Kravitz
Bunch of bad b**ches and I f**k em like rabbits
Dope d**k Weezy, ya girlfriend an addict, Uhh