Way Of Life

[Intro: Mannie Fresh]

Look right here, this how we gon do this

Hook up the turn tables, whoof get on the keyboard

And we gon run this for you, ya heard?

Yeah, check it out

[Female]

Cash Money...

Cash Money...

Cash Money...

Cash Money...

[Lil Wayne]

Ay, let me slide in the Benz with the fished-out fins

Hit the mall wit my girlfriends dish out ends

Cause you know it ain't trickin if you got it

Copped baby girl what she desired

It's chump change ma, Marijuana skyler

Know'n what I got up in my styraphone cup - that purple stuff

It was given to me at birth an stuff

So that's why I cop the Bentley with the leather and the furry cups

[Baby]

Hey, hold on mami them whips on dubs

Cadillac Truck, 28's, no rubs

Slide in the Benz, fins, bubble-eyed lens

Car show in New York, y'all know who wins

It's the Birdman daddy, with the Gucci Prada

Slant back Cup Truck, no rims - can't holla

It's that Louie Fendi on Ostrich streets

It's the tailor-made daddy, mami do you love me?

[Chorus: TQ]

Baby, I'm a stunna

I ain't gon change it

Don't.. you.. know.. it's a way of life?

Mami, do you want it?

Cause I'm about to bring it

Oh baby, can't stop the stun, no, no

[Baby]

Pop one, pop two with the blue Nike shoes

Royal blue jag on 'em 22's

Slippers, white to breate, 500 Degreez

In that Cadillac Truck on 'em 23's

I'm the boss of the game with the money and fame

All these, naked women that pop Champaign

And these, marble floors stay high as Rick James

If you know my name then you know my game

[Lil Wayne]

It's Lil' Whoody from the Hot Block where seris flow

Gotta get dough, cha'll won't feel me blow

But, y'all don't hear me though

Til I'm rolling down my window where my grill is show

And you know I probably pump it through the hood on them 24's

Word, rims poking out the side of the err

Glock, have ya rims poking out the side of your shirt

I'm a 17 nigga and I ride through the turf

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]

Hey, and my pinky glow cause my rings is so...

Blingy blingy, yo stop blinking though

We smoke stinky stinky dro

And we don't cop them incy wincy o's

And we don't stop, nah, we blow

Fuck the pee-ple

Everywhere we go we smell like ick yo

Birdman, my Paw so that make me go.. fly like an eagle, fasheezy

[Baby]

See they think cause I stay English turn

That stunna don't ever OZ to burn

I go in each sto' and ball like a dog

Me and my niggs ball like a dog

Cars on my streets, all on the lawn

Ice in my teeth, all on my arm

Tats in my face, my back and my arm

[Lil Wayne]

Tats in my face, my back and my arm

[Chorus]

[Outro: Mannie Fresh]

Yo, there it is, ya lil' low life

See, I'm a professional - you a rookie

Fuck, a game so serious I could sell a hooker some pussy

That's some serious shit

Oh yeah, believe that

Who we rollin wit?

We rollin wit Cash Money

Oh, I forgot about peace - Peace!

I mean.. piece of pussy, piece of land, piece of property

Just a mind game

Piece of mind, ya know

Piece of something, motherfucker!