كلمات اغنية ايكون وليل وين ويانغ جيزي

من طرف md_rap الخميس فبراير 12, 2009 2:51 am

Intro]

Rubbing’ on that Italian leather

Dem’ Konvict jeans on!

Ay yo Weezy! You Ready?

Yeah!

[Chorus]

I get it in ‘till sunrise

Doing 90 in a 65

Windows rolled down screaming “Ahhh!!!”

Hey-ey-ey… I’m so paid

Number one hustla get money

Why do you wanna count my money?

I’ma hustla don’t need them! One of them ya’ll see!

I‘m so paid

[Verse 1]

I see police on the crooked I

Doing a 100 on the Interstate 95

My shawty leanin’ blasting that Do or Die

Pushin’ that motherf**kin’ wood cuz we certified

Got a system that’ll beat and knock your wall off

Got a pump under my seat, the sawed-off

Got a bunch of goons, hoping they never call off

I’m a sniper sitting on the roof already saw y’all

It ain’t too much to put a strain on me

That’s the reason why I had to put the blame on me

I rather have them dollar bills rain on me

Then let them haters come and make the name of me

That’s why…

[Chorus]

I get it in ‘till sunrise

Doing 90 in a 65

Windows rolled down screaming “Ahhh!!!”

Hey-ey-ey… I’m so paid

Number one hustla get money

Why do you wanna count my money?

I’ma hustla don’t need them! One of them ya’ll see!

I‘m so paid

[Verse 2]

I am the boss it only takes one call

For a driver to hit you up and drop you off that’s all

Guess what I won’t be taking that fall

Homie I got cake that’s what I’m paying them for (aha!)

Ain’t that funny?

Cuz niggas want war but ain’t got money

Cuz I’ve seen them all talking ‘till they start gunnin’

Quicker than Usain Bolt the fastest thing running

Yeah! Akon! Weezy!

Block oil holdin’ down Jersey

Devine making sure we gettin’ it up front

My little brother Boo got that vision bake it!

[Chorus]

I get it in ‘till sunrise

Doing 90 in a 65

Windows rolled down screaming “Ahhh!!!”

Hey-ey-ey… I’m so paid

Number one hustla get money

Why do you wanna count my money?

I’ma hustla don’t need them! One of them ya’ll see!

I‘m so paid

[Lil Wayne – Verse 3]

Oh-oh,

Big money Weezy

White wife beater with the sig underneath it

How do I feel bitch I feel undefeated

Snap my fingers disappear from the precinct

Yea!

I’m ballin’ we ball out

Thoughts of we fallin' until the ball bounce

I send some niggas with guns at y’all house

Only to find out you live in a doll house

Damn!

But I thought you was tough though

We carry choppers on our necks

Call it cut throat

We, bury cowards on the set that they come from

We know magic,

Turn weed smoke to gun smoke

We, ball first when we ride

You, in a hearse when you ride

Ay-yay

I put my shoe down baby

And I’m holding down Young Mula baby!

That’s why…

[Chorus]

I get it in ‘till sunrise

Doing 90 in a 65

Windows rolled down screaming “Ahhh!!!”

Hey-ey-ey… I’m so paid

Number one hustla get money

Why do you wanna count my money?

I’ma hustla don’t need them! One of them ya’ll see!

I‘m so paid

afro