Lil Wayne
Fly Talkin' Go Home
(Chorus:)
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'

We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'

We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'

I'm all, I'm all about my paper, I'm all, I'm all about my paper

We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'

We over here hustlin', we over here

We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'

I'm all, I'm all about my paper, I'm all, I'm all about my paper

(Lil' Wayne:)

Now ho don't ask me what I'm doing, thats me in the hook

And I just keep on getting it getting it like a ni' in the book

Yes, wayne straight like a key of that good sh'

If your bitch don't know the rules, I will read her the book

I got the key to the boat, I got the key to the jet

I got the key to success, get money invest

Read up with the rest. I got a Swedish connect

That means my weed is the best, yoke to even the stress

OK, the coupe is ridiculous and the jeep is a mess

That's called my bullets and lugers, I put 'em deep in your neck

Adam's apple meet banana clip

You know my script, I just get my chips and then I dip, and then I dip

They say the bullshit walks, the money talks

So I don't answer, I don't answer unless the money calls

Yeah that's my word, thats my word know I will front for y'all

Its money over everything and bitches under all. M.O.B!

(Chorus)
(Birdman:)

I say uptown cobblin', uptown rockin', uptown n***as

It's the home of the hard knocks

Cook up a whole block. Hit it up in all white

Ridin' with a chopper, black diamonds and it all nice

Shop 'till you pop bitch, do your own thing ho

Got the game from Pixie's, second floor sixth court

Bling bling king n***a, money ain't a thing n***a

Ridin' in a Lamborghini, suicidal regal wings

Assault rifles, my little homies big poppers

Coming through the attic, 20 in the heli-chopper

Zip it and whip it n***a, that's how we ship it, n***a

Burn it and light it then we flip it and we hit it, n***a

I spent a mill on my grill for real

'Cause we be stunting while we hustling, n***a making his meals

We be grindin' while we shinin', n***a packin' that steel

Stay fly, get money, n***a stackin' the bills

(Chorus)
(Birdman:)

I say, we deep in the game, n***a. we switching the lanes, n***a

Got blood money homie. No pain, no gain, n***a

Fifty a fame n***a, a G a name, n***a

That's what we do n***a, claim your fame, n***a

Hop out a range, n***a. Fang in hand, n***a

Stop all that reppin', 'fore I... send some flames, n***a

All this money, n***a. Jewelry and fame, n***a

'Cause we be stuntin', n***a. Moving them things, n***a

(Lil' Wayne:)

Paper paper, paper. All I need is paper. Green paper

White chalk, yellow tape will, make your shirt look like you got on the butcher's aprin

Go ahead and make the steak then, bitch n***a

Bitch, n***a talkin'. This is how money sound

I'm just chillin' but my money still running 'round

Yeah, and I just do's what I does

You n***as couldn't even be who I was