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[Intro: Swizz Beatz]
Y’all know his name
Ayo Mac, let the beat drop
Ladies and gentlemen, C5 (ow), Wayne time (ow)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Zone, zone, zone, zone, zone
Let me see your shoulders work
I mean, I don’t know what y’all came here to do, but uhh
If you ain’t a lighter, what the fuck you smoking for
We hot! (haaa)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
What the fuck though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the fuck though, I don’t bluff, bro
Aimin’ at your head like a buffalo
You a roughneck, I’m a cutthroat
You’re a tough guy, that’s enough jokes
Then the sun die, the night is young though
The diamonds still shine, get it rough hoe
What the fuck though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, where the ones go?
It’s a shit show, put you front row
Talkin’ shit, bro? Let your tongue show
Money over bitches, and above hoes
That is still my favorite love quote
Put the gun inside, what the fuck for?
I sleep with the gun, then she don’t snore
What the fuck yo? Where the love go?
Trade the ski mask, for the muzzle
It’s a blood bath, where the Suds go?
It’s a Swizz beat, down the drums go
If she’s iffy, down the drugs go
If she sip lean, double cup toast
I gotta duffle full of hundos
Down the love go, where’s the uproar?

[Hook]
What the fuck though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the fuck though, I don’t bluff, bro
Aimin’ at your head like a buffalo
What the fuck though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the fuck though, I don’t bluff, bro
Aimin’ at your head like a buffalo

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Get the fuck though, I don’t bluff, bro’
I come out the scuffle without a scuff, woah
Puff, puff, bro, I don’t huff though
Yellow diamonds up close, catch a sunstroke
At your front door with a gun stowed
“Knock-knock, who’s there” is how it won’t go
This the jungle so have the utmost
For the nutzos, and we nuts, so
What the fuck, bro? It’s where I’m from, bro
We grew up fast, we rolled up slow
We throw up gang signs, she throw up dope
Dreadlock hang down like a bando
Put the green in the bag, like a lawnmower
Hair trigger pulled back like a cornrow
Extra clip in the stash like a console
Listenin’ to Bono, you listen to Don O
What the fuck bro? Where the love go?
Swizzy, you a chef, I like my lunch gross
Just look up, bro, there the stars go
I see the shovel, but where the drugs go? Hmm
To the unknown
Only way he comin’ back is through his unborns
If you see what’s in my bag, think I’m a drug lord
It’s empty when I give it back, now where’s the uproar?

[Hook]
What the fuck though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the fuck though, I don’t bluff, bro
Aimin’ at your head like a buffalo
What the fuck though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the fuck though, I don’t bluff, bro
Aimin’ at your head like a buffalo

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Man in the mirror my hero
He helped me send in my ego
And I think I’m bad like Michael
He bring me back down to Tito
Man in the mirror my hero
He helped me see like an eagle
He helped me hear all my enemies cry wolf
Then he saw me take off my sheep clothes

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Hasta la vista, Adios
Beat the eyes like mosquitoes
Keep in mind I’m a negro so my open mind got a screen door
Bitches wanna come play the lead role
And end up with nothin but B-roll
Sit in the dick in a C-4
Then I come back with a cheap coat
Pill bottle only half full
But fuck it my nigga, I’m past good
Text a bitch, rubbin’ my tats good
But before she do, bitch, wash yo hands good
I’m flexin’ muscles that you can’t pull
You can’t make a fist cause I’m a handful
I never really knew my dad good
But still grew up to be the big bad wolf
You always see me with the white cup
Some people say that is a bad look
But take a good look at what you are lookin’ at
You never never know when it’s your last look
It’s written all over my face
These tattoos, they can’t be erased
One of a kind, I can’t be replaced
In case, that mirror breaks

[Chrous: Nivea]
Well it’s been way too long
And I wonder what it’s been like
Tryna get back right with ya
It’s hard being on my own
Or at least that’s what it feels like
Wanna get back right with ya
It’s been way too long
And I wonder what it’s been like

[Post-Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Man in the mirror my hero
He helped me center my evil
I see the fire in his eyes
But he keep my blood temperature zero
Man in the mirror my ‘migo
Creme de la, creme de la creole
Couple a cracks in the mirror, he been through the cracks
I see no cracks in me, though

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Daytime, start to turn black
Everything stop like start to twirl
Thank God, Weezy back, order is restored, all is right with the world
Last time, because we lost time
No free time, till I bought time
No tee time, no off time
No me time, on y’all time
Blessins’, showers from the north side
From the brightest flower out the darkest skies
Love is blind, but we caught eyes
It’s a bumpy road, but a joyride
Still, can’t ignore my rappin’ tight
Like my hunger sharp, but [?]
Still the mothafuckin’ best rapper, A-live
Nigga, y’all died

[Chrous: Nivea]
Well it’s been way too long
And I wonder what it’s been like
Tryna get back right with ya
It’s hard being on my own
Or at least that’s what it feels like
Wanna get back right with ya
It’s been way too long
And I wonder what it’s been like
Well it’s been way too long
And I wonder what it’s been like
Tryna get back right with ya
It’s hard being on my own
Or at least that’s what it feels like
Wanna get back right with ya
It’s been way too long
And I wonder what it’s been like

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Man in the mirror my hero
He he got me centered, my ego
And I think I’m bad like Michael
He bring me back down to Tito
Written all over my face
Tattoos that can’t be erased
One of a kind, I can’t be erased
In case, them be the breaks

[Intro]
Zaytoven

[Chorus]
If lovin’ me is wrong, I don’t wanna be right, then bitch you hatin’
I’m never wrong, one time thought I was wrong and I was only mistaken
I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later
I’m never home, one time I thought I was home and it was only the matrix

[Verse 1]
Off button, pause button, stop button, lock button
Belly button, big ol’ titties she pop buttons, head buttin’
Versace button down unbuttoned to the top button
Percocets that’s my buttons, hit the pop button
Psychopath, blunt big, big as Mama June off the diet plan, smokin’ science lab
I should have a tattoo that say, “I’m not like my dad” Jesus Christ amen
Might hand in the second hand, she see righteous plans
I see business plans then I lose my mind and my attention span
She see empty hands like oooh lordy, smellin’ like Cool Water
Y’all got them new Cartier, the Rollie was too salty
That’s rich nigga problems, lil whoadie
My little bitch body a trophy
Naked pics, five in the morning, sunglasses, smile emoji
Pull up on the opps, surprise party
Better get up and stand up like Bob Marley
That is your homie he died for ya
Check your home screen, that’s God callin’
Making an impact, my nigga, we not just black, nigga
We rich and black nigga and all them bitches they been after niggas
They run away then they come limpin’ back nigga
Amen, feeling like Our Father
Should I get off my high horse to get on my flyin’ horses
That’s rich nigga problems, lil whoadie
My little bitch body will solve it
And when you say timber, please, will you whisper, my nigga, I’m quietly fallin’

[Chorus]
If lovin’ me is wrong, I don’t wanna be right then, bitch you hate me
I’m never wrong every time you thought I was wrong, and I was wrong, and I was only mistaken
I live all alone, no home telephone, talk to you later
I’m never home every time I thought I was home it was only the matrix

[Bridge]
Hello? Hello? Rest in, Rest in, Rest in
That’s rich nigga problems avoid it
Rich nigga problems, lil whoadie
Rich nigga problems, lil whoadie
That’s rich nigga problems, lil whoadie

[Chorus]
If lovin’ me is wrong, I don’t wanna be right then, bitch you hate me
I’m never wrong, one time I thought I was wrong, I was only mistaken
I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later
I’m never home every time I thought I was home it was only the matrix

[Verse 2]
Rest In peace, I rest in peace and harmony
I don’t talk, I speak, after I pray, I preach
I don’t play, I cheat, after I stay, I leave
The fork in the road, grab the fork and eat
Turn that piggy bank to some hog head cheese
But you doin’ nothing while they sayin’ nothing
And never worth nothing, but it’s always free, psychopath
Blunt big, big as Mama June off the diet plan, smokin’ science lab
I just have tattoo that say ‘I’m not like your man’, Jesus Christ amen
[?] in the second hand
She see righteous plans, I see power plans
She take my hands put ’em in her pants
Do the hyphy dance then I wipe my hands
Feeling like Our Father
Should I get off my high horse to get on my flying horses
Rich nigga problems, lil whoadie
Rich nigga problems, lil whoadie
Rich nigga problems, lil whoadie
More bitches more problems
That’s rich nigga problems, lil whoadie
Rich nigga problems, lil whoadie
[?]
[?]

[Intro: Pete Ross & Lil Wayne]
Is it true you performed with Willie Nelson at the Country Music Awards?
I don’t know, but I know I did perform at this bad ass bitch birthday party recently. She’s crazy stupid thick
Mack in here
Pooh in here
Scoob in here with me

[Verse 1]
Tell them hoes get they mind right, tell them niggas back up
Man, I heard the truth is hard to swallow, do you have cups?
Used the rope to hang myself to tie a money bag up
Tell ’em get they iron right before Iron-Man come
Tell ’em bring my car around, tell ’em bitches lap up
I’ma cut this music down, tell ’em put they apps up
Tell ’em throw they pride out, roll them windows back up
Money in the air, who say white men can’t jump?
Catch that nigga late night on the phone at a gas pump
Let me get the phone and the car once it’s gassed up
AK-47 make a sittin’ duck stand up
I could let it blast, but I much rather have one
Tell ’em bring my car around, tell ’em bitches lap up
Then them hoes get passed down, then them hoes get passed up
Sittin’ on this money to me feel like a cactus
I’m stickin’ to this shit, you woulda better not hop yo’ ass up

[Chorus]
Tell ’em, I got hittas woadie (hittas woadie)
I got, yeah I got plenty woadie
I got hittas woadie (hittas woadie)
I got, yeah I got plenty woadie (plenty woadie)

[Verse 2]
I got hittas woadie, yeah I got plenty woadie
And they just wait for the word, this shit like Wheel of Fortune
Goddamn, these snitches nosy, goddamn, these snitches nosy
Nigga, I’m a ass with that semi, call me semicolon
Yeah I got hittas woadie, yeah I got plenty woadie
They kick the door and kill yo’ ass and leave the children snorin’
I’m sippin’ lean out a glass, make me feel important
I made some green in the past and now it’s good as golden
Yeah

[Interlude]
Clearly, Lil Wayne answers to no one

[Chorus]
I got hittas woadie
I got, yeah I got plenty woadie (plenty woadie)
I got hittas woadie (hittas woadie)
I got, yeah I got plenty woadie

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne & Drake]
I’m so lifted, I’m so lifted
I wrote my will in hieroglyphics (in hieroglyphics)
Weezy, where you been? The people miss you
Crickets
I got hittas and they not kidders, that’s my niggas
You got niggas but they not hittas, they got jitters
They get hit up, I’m placin’ figures on your niggas
Takin’ bidders, you’ll pay niggas, don’t make a difference
I got shooters, on pharmacutals, they armed and brutal
Armed intruders, ’cause we don’t doo-doo, we drop conclusions
I got sprayers, all type of sprayers, we gon’ need Google
I got paper, on top of paper, we gon’ need rulers
I’m effective, been doin’ numbers since Roman numerals
Strong as sumo, we armed as usual, my hittas hungry
Charleston Chew you, bazookas chew you, just like bazookas
Don’t confuse ’em, we only hittas, y’all only humans
Don’t get hit up, woadie (hit up, woadie, hit up, woadie)
‘Cause I got hittas woadie

[Outro: Jacida Carter]
He’s a very small child. And I just said he was a genius, you know what I’m sayin’? Which I used to pray, and ask the Lord to send me one. You know, he did. He’s so smart, I can’t teach him nothin’. He’s done been here before

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Uh, I thank the lord I’m not a broke nigga, I’m dope, nigga
Change my name I ain’t like average Joe niggas
Up above of my above average, hoe nigga
Tight frame with a tight camera, toe nigga
I got killers on the front line, you on the sideline
Follow the guidelines or you be in the skyline
Killas on the inside, and on your blindside
Shoot you right between your motherfuckin’ eyebrows
Oo, kill ’em – It’s that Carter 5, let me get ’em
I’m feeling like John Gotti Lennon
And you gon’ respect my mind, and my sign, and my emblem
You got money on your mind and we’re aimin’ at your temple
Check me out or just be quiet in the library, nigga
Or the flowers on your grave gon’ be dyin’ every winter
And as long as I’m alive I’m a financial wizard
And as long as I can make a dolla outta dime and a nickle
Thank the Lord I’m not a broke nigga

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
I get the money I’m a hustler
So if you’re buyin’ what I’m sellin’, you’re a customer
See I can get it to you anywhere, anything
But it’s point-blank range, when the pistol bang
I mix it up, I fix it up, and I switched it up
I locked down this end and got it twisted up
See I’m a dog, but I LOC, with my LOCs
They say, “You are what you smoke”

[Refrain: Lil Wayne]
I grew up around dope niggas, uh uh dope niggas
I grew up around dope niggas

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Yea, I grew up around dope niggas and cold killers
And most niggas was both, nigga, two sports niggas
I was no different from those niggas, but I was chose nigga
See those niggas somewhere with me in these hoes, nigga
Momma was a go-getter, a coach nigga
Taught me everything I know, nigga, a soul sister
Taught me how to be a goal tender, support system
For that bitch, you played her role with ya and those children
I ain’t lyin’, slime, all my nigga balling, it’s a fuckin’ team sport
I could change the world but I done lost the remote
All my nigga balling, that’s how it’s supposed to be, hoe
I could change the world, I’d rather change to beast mode
Coke sniffers and dope stickers
And most niggas was both, nigga, explode nigga
Pop a motherfuckin’ cork, nigga to those niggas
‘Cause life’s too fuckin’ short, nigga, get old nigga
I ain’t lyin’, got a gold mirror just to see my goals clearer
Be a role player, role model, when you roll with ’em
And they say you don’t need to be with us, stay on the road, nigga
That way I wouldn’t come to the end of the road with ’em
Man, all my niggas targets, that’s includin’ me, hoe
I could change the world, I rather change the people
And definitions ’cause we’re defined by our legal roles
All your haters fuelin’, my needle broke
Lord, I ain’t a broke nigga

[Refrain: Lil Wayne]
I thank the Lord I ain’t a broke nigga
I thank the Lord I ain’t a broke nigga

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
I get the money, I’m a hustler
So if you’re buyin’ what I’m sellin’, you’re a customer
See I can get it to you anywhere, anything
But it’s point-blank range, when the pistol bang
(I thank the Lord I ain’t a broke nigga)
I mix it up, I fix it up, and I switched it up
I locked down this end and got it twisted up
See I’m a dog, but I LOC, with my LOCs
They say “You’re what you smoke”

[Refrain: Lil Wayne]
I grew up around dope niggas, uh, uh, dope niggas
I grew up around dope niggas
I thank the Lord I ain’t a broke nigga