Right above it
par Lil' Wayne
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[Lil Wayne]
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven´s right above it
We onnnn
´Cause we onnnn
[Drake] [Verse1]
Who else really tryna fuck with Hollywood Cole? I´m with Marley G, bro
Flying Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows
And I wanna tell you something that you prolly should know
This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow
And uh, 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 shit 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 a pole
Plus I been sippin´, so this shit 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, motherfucker
If you ain´t runnin´ wit it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my B´s with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don´t bust back, because I shoot first
[Verse2]
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 fuck, X Games
Guns turn you boys into pussies, sex change
And I smoke ´til I got chest pains
And you niggas know I rep my gang like Jesse James
Women are possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne
I been fly so long I fell asleep on the fuckin´ plane
Skinny pants and some Vans
Call me Triple A, 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 pussy
You niggas 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, motherfucker
If you ain´t runnin´ wit it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my bees with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don´t bust back, because I shoot first
[Verse 3]
Uh, how do he say what´s never said?
Beautiful black woman, I bet that bitch look better red
Limpin´ off tour ´cause I made more off my second leg
Ma´fuckin´ 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, you niggas in apartments
No-now, c´mon, be my blood donor
Flo´ so nice, you 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 fuckin´ beat jumpin´ like a jumping jack
But you know me, I get on this bitch and have a heart attack
Hip-hop, I´m the heart of that, nigga, 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, motherfucker
If you ain´t runnin´ wit it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my bees with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig? (Soo woo!)
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don´t bust back, because I shoot first
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven´s right above it
We onnnn
´Cause we onnnn
[Drake] [Verse1]
Who else really tryna fuck with Hollywood Cole? I´m with Marley G, bro
Flying Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows
And I wanna tell you something that you prolly should know
This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow
And uh, 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 shit 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 a pole
Plus I been sippin´, so this shit 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, motherfucker
If you ain´t runnin´ wit it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my B´s with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don´t bust back, because I shoot first
[Verse2]
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 fuck, X Games
Guns turn you boys into pussies, sex change
And I smoke ´til I got chest pains
And you niggas know I rep my gang like Jesse James
Women are possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne
I been fly so long I fell asleep on the fuckin´ plane
Skinny pants and some Vans
Call me Triple A, 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 pussy
You niggas 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, motherfucker
If you ain´t runnin´ wit it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my bees with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don´t bust back, because I shoot first
[Verse 3]
Uh, how do he say what´s never said?
Beautiful black woman, I bet that bitch look better red
Limpin´ off tour ´cause I made more off my second leg
Ma´fuckin´ 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, you niggas in apartments
No-now, c´mon, be my blood donor
Flo´ so nice, you 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 fuckin´ beat jumpin´ like a jumping jack
But you know me, I get on this bitch and have a heart attack
Hip-hop, I´m the heart of that, nigga, 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, motherfucker
If you ain´t runnin´ wit it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my bees with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig? (Soo woo!)
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don´t bust back, because I shoot first