[Fabulous] Yes! What it look like Alc, tryin to show the niggas man It's that Street Fam man, we rep that Loso, Street fi-di-di-di-dam yess! [Fabulous] I'm with 101 niggas, we dalmation doggy deep (yess) And fly with the tongue, so if you feeling froggy leap (kermit) You better think before you rebit?, dont be murdered over this song, Before yo' aunt live it I pop up like Xzibit, but given I'm at your crib it's (yeah) Not to put no fucking fish tanks in your Civic (nah) Fuck getting your ride pimped, you'll get hog-tied wimp Have you in the trunk curled up like fried shrimp (ha ha ha) It's been a good year, maybe I should ride blimp (what you think?) 'Cause your boy just stay above the game They trying to tag him, spray a brother frame But your shots can't reach me, I'm way above your aim Go 'head nigga, say another name (go 'head, go 'head) Take your family for a joke, play them Wayan brother games And Ima Git You Sucka, I be schemin' with this Keenan (that's right) Aimin' with this Damon, I'm putting that Major Payne in My lil' man is on ya, Marlon and Shawn ya (yeah) Lay the beef on his noodle, make some Lupe lasagna (whoo!) 40 Cal fettuccine, tre' pound pasta You reach for this medallion, you must like Italian nigga You only see me pushing if the driver's tired (yess) I work the S6 ever since the 5 retired (yess) The drop top, they say it's Ocean Drive inspired So you can Call A Cab, once your bitch fall for Fab [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Uhh, I get money like a motherfucker Shades darker than a bitch, but I can see I got everything, you got nothing But you ain't got nothing on me Oh I'm gettin money like a motherfucker Yeaah, money you ain't never see Yeaah, I got everything, you got nothing But you ain't got nothing on me [Juelz Santana] [Talking at start of the verse overlapping chorus] Mr. HD, high definition That's how I'm comin' at you niggas ya digg It's Santana Ay! Hahaa [Juelz Santana] I'm on the grind 'til the police come (yeah) With that pistol on my side boy, don't be dumb Or, I let that semi twirl ya (get 'em) Now you can follow the drip 'Cause one shot outta the clip'll jerry curl ya (oooh) Leave you sloppy like seconds, obey me like peasants Or get opened up like presents, please My young boys wildin for respect Slit your throat have you smiling with your neck, say cheese My dough's a bit longer, my flow is just slaughter (yep) My wrist look like frozen poland spring water (damn!) So tell me boys, tell me boys, who you think you messing with? (who) I get money out the ass, that's some expensive shit (eeuw) Haven't you all heard? (what?) Y'all all herbs (yep) I stick toothpicks (where) in y'all orderves (Listen) I'm a shark y'all just coy fish (What else?) octopus (what else?) oysters (haa) Chump, I got my eye on your wifey now (yeah) I have her lick me up, (up) and then wipe me down (down) She told me you'se a nag, you'se a bug (damn) She told me I'm a blast, I'm a stud (damn) She told me you be be beasting, you be checking for the burns So I gave her knee-pads for the rug (haa) It's skull gang from the chain or the lifestyle You surfboard dudes get wiped out, totally [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Uhh, I get money like a motherfucker Shades darker than a bitch, but I can see I got everything, you got nothing But you ain't got nothing on me Oh I'm gettin money like a motherfucker Yeaah, money you ain't never see Yeaah, I got everything, you got nothing But you ain't got nothing on me [Lil Wayne] [Meanwhile Chorus is playing] Uh huh uh huh uh huh, check me out [Lil Wayne] Get you 3, 4 get you Like the number after 1, I'ma get me 2 It's Weezy F U, now you gotta have a baby My money don't folds nor bends Mercedes Maybach, gray-black And I got a 44. and a 'K, like 8 stacks Fuck your city and your town, I state facts Take that, no better yet like Diddy "take that" Wait rats, I hate rats, I clean 'em out like Ajax Got paper like a fax machine, asanean Damn I mean asinine, I'm dapper don And after mine there will be nine, damn I mean there will be none I will be one, of the greatest things you've ever felt, you've ever seen Or heard, Car-ter, Harv-ard, y'all scared, not me Not I, call me young Popeye Tell Bruno I'm a noo-no, I bring rell to your funeral Damn I mean funerell, funeral You say tomato, I say tamoto You say get 'em, I say got 'em, yeah I got 'em Man you better keep paying me, 'cause you don't want my problems I be wildin like (Capital One "What is in your wallet?") You fly, but what is it to pilot? Weezy I'm at the top, foot up in your bottom Huuh, damn I mean, foot up in your ass I kicked that shit, now go'n put it in the trash (Wee son) [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Uhh, Im getting money like a motherfucker Shades darker than a bitch, but I can see I got everything, you got nothing But you ain't got nothing on me Oh I'm gettin money like a motherfucker Yeaah, money you ain't never see Yeaah, yeah, yeah, But you ain't got nothing on me! Yeah, I get money like a motherfucker Shades darker than a bitch, but I can see Yeah, I got everything, you got nothing But you ain't got nothing on me, Yeah I'm gettin money like a motherfucker Yeaah, big money nigga, Big money nigga, Big money nigga, Yeaah, But you ain't got nothing on me