Who really tryna f-ck with Hollywood Cole? I'm with Marley Gee, bro
Flying Holly Grove chicks to my Hollywood shows
And I want to tell you something that you prolly should know

This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow
And ahhh 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 sh-t 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 (*##$es find the floor
Plus I just sipped and so this %#@! 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, motherf-cker

If you ain't runnin' wit it, run from it, motherf-cker, all right

[Hook]

Now somebody show some money in this (*##$
And I got my bees with me like some honey in this (*##$, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo purse

And I don't bust back, because I shoot first

[Verse 2]

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 f-ck, X Games

Guns turn you boys into !@#(, sex change
And I smoke 'til I got chest pains
And you n-ggas know I rep my game like Jesse James

Women are possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne
I been fly so long I fell asleep on the $#&@in plannneee
Skinny pants and some Vans

Call me Triple 8, 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 p-ssy
You n-ggas 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, motherf-cker
If you ain't runnin' wit it, run from it, motherf-cker, all right
[Hook]

Now somebody show some money in this (*##$
And I got my bees with me like some honey in this (*##$, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo purse

And I don't bust back, because I shoot first

[Verse 3]

How do he say what's never said?
Beautiful black woman, I bet that (*##$ look better red
Limpin' off tour 'cause I made more off my second leg

Ma'$#&@in 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 n-ggas in apartments
N-now, c'mon, be my blood donor

Flow so nice, she 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 f-ckin' beat jumpin' like a jumping jack
You know me, I get on this (*##$ and have a heart attack
Hip-hop, I'm the heart of that, n-gga, 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, motherf-cker
If you ain't runnin' wit it, run from it, motherf-cker, all right

[Hook]

Now somebody show some money in this (*##$
And I got my bees with me like some honey in this (*##$, ya dig?
And I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back, because I shoot first
[End]