Weezy's Ambitions

[DJ Drama:] (oh yea, you thought we was done? Naw)

YEA!

Money money money get a dollar and a dick

Weezy Baby that crack, muthafucka get a fix

Got money out the ass, no homo but I'm rich

Bout to go get surgery and put some diamonds on my wrist YES

Yep, I'm a muthafucking trip

I'ma trip to Japan and buy some brand new shit

Nine hundred to a grand, get you twenty eight grams

If you talking 'bout bricks, I'm the interstate man

And the women say damn, them niggas don't say a damn thing

Boy I bet that shotty make you bounce like a bed-spring

Walkin a thin line, gotta defend mine

And wit no pen I'm sorta like a bomb BOOM

Young tune, yea that's what my people call me

Fifty thousand for the cross, trying keep the reaper off me

I drink a lotta syrup, bitches say I'm sleep walkin

Big money for the grill, so I'm never cheap talking, yea

Keep talking and the flame leap off the hip

And keep sparking, pap pap sleep softly

Yea, nap nap, nap sack, three forties

Like fuck another nigga, nigga just don't be da target

Young New Orleans nigga, nigga just don't be retarded

We done lost everything and you looking like a bargain

Purple weed, purple drink, purple heart sergeant

I'm the best rapper in the game no arguing

And I don't ever write, pause

Un-pause this, so keep ya bitch ass lines inside the margin

Lil Wayne dot com bitch log in

Put a pillow under your knees and keep ya jaws in

All in ya girl mouth, use her like a toilet

They usually want a baller and the young nigga balling

Mike Jordan, pardon my swaggie

But my father rich as fuck and all my brothers left the family

We said fuck it bought two houses in Miami

I can't wait to do cribs, MTV c'mon get at me

Any rapper wan get at me, tell ya label contact me

Dats a hundred for a feature, wanna battle, I'll beat ya

I'm a beast, I'm a creature, I'm the son of miss cita

Mom dukes, my jeter, she the reason, she the reason

Everybody woman wanna beat a boy diva, not even

There's a 305 diamond I wanted ever since I seen her

Got a topic of this evening, hotter than a tub steaming

Gotcha girlfriend dreaming of one day being Trina

Notta sim seemer, ten ki's in the Beamer

Got a white girl driving, couldn't do it much cleaner

I'm fly in the sky like that muthafuckin ribbon

Bitches got my name on em, and the nigga still living

Spend a condo and a club, one bottle won't do

Two bottles won't do, bottles for the whole crew, thanks

And bring me that Patrone, I don't play

No ice I like my drink straight, not gay

And bitch that bank come everyday, I'm paid

I wish a nigga come invade, get sprayed

I stomp a nigga out like I got ten legs

Then they fish the nigga up out the lake in ten days

Behave, no ho, I'm on that Rage Rov

Cash Money, Young Money, ho that money age old

And can't a cage hold this animal from Hollygrove

Sorry mommy I be stoned, I be, I be, I be blowed

Got me copy rock star, Weezy Baby fuck these hoes

Gotta pay me now for me to even take these hos

Price sizing for a show and the flow

So either Drama is my nigga, or that boy got doe

Go figure that's my nigga, that's my nigga, my nerve

If anybody else want it, sixty thousand a verse