Back On My Grizzy - Lil Wayne

B***h I'm back on my grizzy
Young money where ya at
Two tables and a mic
Tell the Dj run it back
B***h I'm back on my grizzy
Young money where ya at
If you f**k wit
Young Money
Young Money where you at
Like the energizer bunny wit a battery pack
Boy that drummer keep drummin like
B r r at at at tat
Or B r r rump bum bum bum
AndIm so young but I'm a
Giant like
Fe Fi Fo Fum
Just bought a new crib inside so dumb
Got some money put away in case the hurricane come
I'm a f**kin shame huh yea I know yea I know
I go out the country to get all my clothes and my h*es
I go out my way just to get my dro and my doe
Cause I love it more than I love my h*es yes I doess
I got gasoline comin out my pores
I'mma torch
I got glasses like that white boy
Scott Storch
And a porsche
I got license for tha scortch
Snipers at your porch
Rifles by the forts
And we shoot up courts
The judge juss a b***h
The jury suck d**k
I'm a eastside blood
And I don't smoke that crip
I smoke that kush
First name
Bubba First name
Young Last name
Stunna Carter in the office
Take notes when I'm talkin
Smooth as a cruise boat floats when I'm walkin
I boast cause I'm ballin
I boast to be ballin
When I'm on the phone wit b***hes man the money keep callin
You ain't satisfied till ya son'll be callin
Tellin you where to leave the money in the mornin
Ok you wanna zombie move instead
That's when you walk in ya house and everybody dead
I can take a s**t where I stand
Where I stand and watch you pussies piss in ya pants
You ain't a man your a h*e
I can kill him with the flow
And then play the guitar at the f**kin funeral
Big guns so they drinkin big shots
And my game go
Saddam Hussein and missile launch
The Corrain call me
Wayne Chain
Listen ma I don't know karate but after the brain I kick you out
You n***as suck like tony romo no homo
And I'm all about my money I get paid for promo yeaa
I'm the man in this b***h they say money talks well
I'm tha ventriloquist
And if I ever jump il prolly land in ya b***h
Boy that h*e colder than my hand and my wrist
Boy I'm more cooler than a fan and a mint
And when I'm done this track will need a couple bandages
I be wit savages and I'm above average
I'm a crazy a*s star like a f**kin asterick
You n***as can't see me I'm on my casper s**t
Runnin so much game I f**k around and lap a b***h
The club like a grocery I juss bag a b***h
And you kno I'm gonna score like
Deion after picks
I'm rollin on a pill she get that mornin after d**k
And when my robe came down guess whut I did after it
I popped and took some patron shots
I pop popped and took some
Grey goose shots
I pop popped yea
Young Money b***h and if you n***as wan' do it we chop chop
Leave ya back on tha block
We pop cops
And there ain't no rights on my block
I got shop
I got that dro I got them pills I got that yay
Give it to them h*es and watch them b***hes freak away