Artist: Lil Wayne (Feat Jay Jones)
EP: D6: Reloaded
Year: 2017
[Chorus – DJ Drama]
Ride with Mula
Yeah that’s the Mob
Come check with Dram’
And do ya job
[Verse 1 – Lil Wayne]
I’m not worthy of your controversy
I’m not thirsty baby I’m allergic
Colder than a hockey jersey
Dirty like Kentucky Derby
I was lying on a gurney
I don’t wanna die early
I was screaming fuck the world
You was singing like a bird
You never be concerned or worried
Two girls like Laverne and Shirley
Wake up in the morning early
Tell ’em that I love ’em dearly
They say: “oh my God, have mercy”
Shining like a I got on Jergens
You can hear my diamonds screaming
Like they just met God in person
Oh my God the squad alerted, I confirm it
They hop up like Kermit
Come to bless you like a sermon
My house lit like Pee-Wee Herman’s
And you know I bought it furnished
I’m determined like attorneys
Y’all lil’ boys ain’t got attorneys
I just hope she not a burden
I just hope she got a purpose
That first week was power surging
Oh my God the socket working
I been listening to the money, it been telling me it’s coming
Sound like music to my ears, like a symphony of hundreds
Momma told me I’d be special, Grandma told me I’d be something
I made sure they wasn’t guessing
Made the most out they assumptions
Being everything but simple
Stretch a dollar like a limo
Got a grill in one dimple
Got my deal without a demo
Tunechi
[Chorus – DJ Drama]
Ride with Mula
Yeah that’s the Mob
Come check with Dram’
And do ya job
Thanksgiving is the name
IceBox to the chain
Rolex for the watch
Motherfucker, Plain Jane
[Verse 2 – Jay Jones]
Yeah, I got issues, I got problems
We got missiles in the chopper
Got a hoe from the Bahamas
Let me swill fight with the chonchos
But the hoe up in the condo
Had a party with Fernando
I got condoms in the dresser
Percosets on all the mantle
All they handle
Name a bitch that I ain’t fuck and I’mma bag her
Keep it real, if I ain’t fuck
They my Tune and Mack done had her
Got a bitch cook like a chef
I had a hoe from out the Meth
She like to suck dick with no hands
She say she do shit with no help
Control myself
I’ve been working overtime, I owe myself
I like my bitches thick and quick to go and lick below the belt
I brought a goat to HollyGrove
Flew your hoe out to my shows
What happen on these tours buses? Like Vegas, nobody know
Got a plug on line 1, had to put momma on hold
Talking numbers trying to see how I’m gonna get momma that Ghost
Talking big money for sure, I don’t trick money to hoes
I’mma keep running until I’m getting three hundred a show
Yeah bitch, ride with the Mob, slob on my knob
Get some bitches back to work and do the dishes, that’s your job
I’ve been sipping, if they say I ain’t then nigga then they lying
I put coke on the table, made her read between the lines
I sit back waiting my time
Now I’m flexin’, now I’m winnin’
I’m at Six, I’m at Lenox
Credit Card ain’t got no limit
Got a Mac with a extension
Want see murder? Be a witness
Y’all lil’ boys just mind your business
Before y’all swimming with the fishes
Wait, yeah
I got the way
I got the juice
I got the sauce
Yeah hoe
Smoking the green, really it’s verbal
So I’ll be calling it hard
Woe, South Beach with a bad bitch
I was just in the trenches
I was just in a Honda
Now I’m skrrting in a Bentley
Jones
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