I'm with a hundred and one niggas we dalmatian doggy Deep
And fly with the tongue so if you feelin' froggy leap
Kermit you better think before you ribbit
Don't be murdered over your song before ad-lib it
I pop up like exhibit
Forget it I'm at your krivitz
Not to put no fuckin' fish tanks in your civics
Fuck getting your ride pimped
You'll get hard tied wimped
Have you in da trunk curled up like fried shrimp
It's been a good year maybe I should ride, blimp
Cause your boy jus' stay above the game
They try'na tag em', spray a brother frame
But your shots can't reach me I'm way above your aim
Go 'head nigga, say another name
Take this family for a joke play them Wayne brother games
And I'm a get you sucka' I've been scheming with this keenin'
Aimin' with this Damon
I'm puttin' that major pain in
My lil' man Zonia Marlon and Sean ya
Lay the beef on this noodle
Make some noodle lasagna
Forty cal fettuccine tre' pound pasta
You reach for dis medallion you must like Italian, nigga
You only see me pushin' if the drivers side
I work the S6 ever since the 5 retired
The drop top, they say the social drive expired
So you could call a cab once your bitch fall for Fab

[Chorus]
Uh I get money like a mu'fucka'
Shades darker den I bitch but I cud see
I got everything
You got nothing
You ain't got nothin' on me
Uh I'm gettin' money like a mufucka'
Yea money you ain't never see yea
I got everything
You got nothing
You ain't got nothin' on me

I'm on the grind till the police come
With that pistol on the side boy don't be dumb
Or, I let that semi twirl you
Now you could follow the drip
Cause 1 shot outta' the clip will Jerry curl you
When we slop you like seconds
Obey me like peasants
Or get opened up like presents
Please, my young boys whilin' for respect
Slit your throat, have you smilin' wit'chur neck
Say cheese
My doughs a bit longer
My flow is jus' slaughter
My wrists look like frozen pourin' spring water
So tell me boys tell me boys who you think your messin' with
I get money out the ass, that's sum expensive shit
Haven't you all heard (what?)
Y'all all herbs (yup)
I stick toothpicks (where)
In ya all h'orderve
Listen,
I'm a shark, y'all jus' codfish (what else)
Octopus (what else)
Oysters
Cha, I got my eye on your wifey now (yea)
I'll have her lick me up (up)
And den wipe me down (down)
She told me use a nag, use a bug (damn)
She told me I'm a blast I'm a stud (damn)
She told me you'd be beast and you'd be checkin' for the burn
So I gave her knee pads for the rug
It's scar gang from the chain of the lifestyle
You surf-boy dudes get wiped out, totally

[Chorus]

Get you 3-4 get you like da number after 1 I'm a get me 2
It's Weezy F U now you gotta have a baby
My money don't fold nor bends
Mercedes Maybach, gray black
And I gotta' 4-4 and a k like 8-stacks
Fuck your city yo town I state facts, take that
No, better yet like Diddy take that
Wait rats I hate rats
I clean them out like Ajax
Got paper like a fax machine
Ansanin
Damn I mean Assanon
Dappa done
After thine there will be nine
Damn I mean there will be none
I will be one
Of the greatest things you ever felt you ever seen
Or heard carter harder y'all scared
Not me
Not I
Call me young Popeye
Tell Bruno I'm a nuno
I'll bring rail to your funrol
Damn I mean funeral funerol
You say tomato I say tamata
You say get em' I say got em'
Yea I got em'
Man you better keep payin' 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
Damn I mean foot up in your ass
I kick that shit I gon' put it in the trash
Diesel

[Chorus]

Yea I'm gettin' money like a mufucka'
Shades darker den a bitch but I cud see
I got everything
You got nothing
You ain't got nothin' on me

Yea I'm gettin' money like a mufucka'
Big money nigga, big money nigga, big money nigga
Yea
You ain't got nothin' on me

Writer : CARTER, DWAYNE / JAMES, LARON / JACKSON, JOHN / MAMAN, ALAN
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., EMI Music Publishing