Verse 1 (Drake)-
Who else is really tryna fuck with Hollywood Cole
I'm with Marley G bro
Flyin Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows
And I wanna tell you something that you probly should know
This that Slum Dog Millionaire Bollywood flow and Uhhhhhh
My real friends never hearing from me
Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me
Thats 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 two's
And these days all the girls are down to roll
I hit the strip club,And all them bitches find the pole
Plus I be sippin,So this shit is moving kinda slow
Just tell my girl that tell a friend that it's time to go
Chorus-
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven is right above it
We onn,It's Young Money mothafucka
If you ain't runnin wit it,Run from it mothafucka
Alright,Now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my B's with me like some honey in this bitch,You digggg
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back,Because I shoot first
Verse 2 (Wayne)-
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,XGames
Guns turn you boys into pussies,Sexchange
And I smoke till I got chest pains,And you niggas know I rep my gang like Jessie James
Women are possessive,And they wanna posses Wayne
I been fly so long I fell asleep on the fucking plane
Skinny pants and some Vans
Call me Triple A,Get my Advance in Advance,Amen
As the world spinning and dance in my hands
Life is a beach,I'm just playing in the sand
Uh,Wake up and smell the pussy
You niggas can't see me,But never overlook me
I'm on a paper trail and ain't no telling where it took me
Yea,And I ain't a killer but don't push me
Chorus-
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven is right above it
We onn,It's Young Money mothafucka
If you ain't runnin wit it,Run from it mothafucka
Alright,Now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my B's with me like some honey in this bitch,You digggg
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back,Because I shoot first
Verse 3 (Wayne)
Uh,How do you say whats never said
Beautiful black women,I bet that bitch look better red
Limping off tour,Cause I made more off my second leg
Motherfucker Birdman JR,11th Grade
Ball on automatic start
I can hand it to Drake or do a Quarterback Draw
Wildcat offense,Check the paw prints
We in the building,You niggas in apartments
Uh,Now come on be my blood donor
Flow so nice you ain't gotta put a rug on her
Do it big and let the small fall under that
Dam where you stumbled at?,From where they make Gumbo at
Kane got the fuckin beat jumpin like a jumping jack
And you know me,I get on this bitch and have a heart attack
Hip-Hop,Im the heart of that,Nigga nuntin short of that
President Carter,Young Money Democrat,Uhh
Chorus-
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven is right above it
We onn,It's Young Money mothafucka
If you ain't runnin wit it,Run from it mothafucka
Alright,Now somebody show some money in this bitch(Yeaa)
And I got my B's with me like some honey in this bitch(Soo Woo)
You digggg,And I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back,Because I shoot first
(Alright!,Yeaaa!,We Onnn!,Young Mula,Young Mula Babyyy!)
Wayne Mayhem Starts NOW!
Who else is really tryna fuck with Hollywood Cole
I'm with Marley G bro
Flyin Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows
And I wanna tell you something that you probly should know
This that Slum Dog Millionaire Bollywood flow and Uhhhhhh
My real friends never hearing from me
Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me
Thats 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 two's
And these days all the girls are down to roll
I hit the strip club,And all them bitches find the pole
Plus I be sippin,So this shit is moving kinda slow
Just tell my girl that tell a friend that it's time to go
Chorus-
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven is right above it
We onn,It's Young Money mothafucka
If you ain't runnin wit it,Run from it mothafucka
Alright,Now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my B's with me like some honey in this bitch,You digggg
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back,Because I shoot first
Verse 2 (Wayne)-
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,XGames
Guns turn you boys into pussies,Sexchange
And I smoke till I got chest pains,And you niggas know I rep my gang like Jessie James
Women are possessive,And they wanna posses Wayne
I been fly so long I fell asleep on the fucking plane
Skinny pants and some Vans
Call me Triple A,Get my Advance in Advance,Amen
As the world spinning and dance in my hands
Life is a beach,I'm just playing in the sand
Uh,Wake up and smell the pussy
You niggas can't see me,But never overlook me
I'm on a paper trail and ain't no telling where it took me
Yea,And I ain't a killer but don't push me
Chorus-
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven is right above it
We onn,It's Young Money mothafucka
If you ain't runnin wit it,Run from it mothafucka
Alright,Now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my B's with me like some honey in this bitch,You digggg
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back,Because I shoot first
Verse 3 (Wayne)
Uh,How do you say whats never said
Beautiful black women,I bet that bitch look better red
Limping off tour,Cause I made more off my second leg
Motherfucker Birdman JR,11th Grade
Ball on automatic start
I can hand it to Drake or do a Quarterback Draw
Wildcat offense,Check the paw prints
We in the building,You niggas in apartments
Uh,Now come on be my blood donor
Flow so nice you ain't gotta put a rug on her
Do it big and let the small fall under that
Dam where you stumbled at?,From where they make Gumbo at
Kane got the fuckin beat jumpin like a jumping jack
And you know me,I get on this bitch and have a heart attack
Hip-Hop,Im the heart of that,Nigga nuntin short of that
President Carter,Young Money Democrat,Uhh
Chorus-
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven is right above it
We onn,It's Young Money mothafucka
If you ain't runnin wit it,Run from it mothafucka
Alright,Now somebody show some money in this bitch(Yeaa)
And I got my B's with me like some honey in this bitch(Soo Woo)
You digggg,And I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back,Because I shoot first
(Alright!,Yeaaa!,We Onnn!,Young Mula,Young Mula Babyyy!)
Wayne Mayhem Starts NOW!
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