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Album: Tha Carter Iii (2008)
Artists: Lil Wayne

  1. 3 Peat
  2. A Milli
  3. Comfortable
  4. Dontgetit
  5. Dr Carter
  6. Dr. Carter
  7. Good Girl Gone Bad
  8. Gossip
  9. Got Money
  10. I'm Me
  11. Kush
  12. La La
  13. Let The Beat Build
  14. Lollipop
  15. Lollipop
  16. Love Me Or Hate Me
  17. Misunderstood
  18. Mr. Carter
  19. Mrs Officer
  20. Phone Home
  21. Playin With Fire
  22. Playin With Fire
  23. Shoot Me Down
  24. Talkin About It
  25. Tie My Hands
  26. Whip It
  27. You Ain't Got Nuthin On Me
  28. You Aint Got Nuthin On Me


[Fabolous:]
I'm with a hundred and one niggas we dalmation doggy Deep
And fly with the tounge so if u feelin froggy leap
Kermit you better think before you ribbit
Don't be murdered over your song before add libit
I pop up like exzibit
Forget it I'm at your krivitz
Not to put no fuckin fish tanks in your civics
Fuck getting your ride pimped
Ull get hard tyed wimped
Have u in da trunk curled up like fried shimp
It's been a good year mayb I shud ride with lim
Cause your boy jus stay above the game
They tryna tag em, spray a brotha frame
But your shots can't reach me I'm way above your aim
Go 'head nigga, say another name
Take dis family for a joke I had way a brothagames
And I'm a get u sucka I've been scheming with dis keenin
Aimin with dis daymin
I'm puttin dat major pain in
My lil man zonia marlon and shonia
Lay da beef on dis noodle
Make some noodle lasagna
40 cal fetticine tres pound pasta
You reach for dis medalion you must like italian, nigga
You only see me pushin if the drivers side
I work da s6 ever since the 5 retired
The drop top, dey say the social drive expired
So you could call a cab once your bitch fall for fab

[Chorus:]
Uh I get money like a mutherfucka
Shades darker den I bitch but I cud see
I got everything
You got nuthing
You ain't got nuthin on me
Uhhh I'm gettin money like a mutherfucka
Yeaa money u ain't never see yeaa
I got everything
You got nuthing
You ain't got nuthin on me

[Juelz Santana:]
I'm on da grind till da police come
With dat pistol on da side boy don't be dumb
Or... I let that semi twirl youh
Now you could follow the drip
Cause 1 shot outta the clip will jerry curl you
Wen we slop you like seconds
Obey me like peasents
Or get opened up like presents
Please, my yung boysz whilin for respect
Slit your throat, have you smilin witchur neck
Say cheese
My doughs a bit longer
My flow is jus slaughter
My wrists look like frozen polin spring water
So tell me boys tell me boys who u think your messin with
I get money out da ass, dats sum expensive shit
Havent u all heard (what?)
Ya'll all heard(yup)
I stick toothpicks(where)
In ya all durbs
Listen,
I'm a shark, ya'll jus coyfish(whatelse)
Octopus(whatelse)
Oysters
Chaa
I got my eye on your wifey now(yea)
I'll have her lick me up(up)
And den wipe me down(down)
She tol me uze a nag, uze a bug(ddaammn)
She tol me I'm a blast I'm a stud
She tol me ude be beast n ude be checkin for da burn
So I gave her knee pads for da rug
It's scar gang from the chain of the lifestyle
U surfboy dudes get wiped out

[Chorus:]
Uh I get money like a mutherfucka
Shades darker den I bitch but I cud see
I got everything
You got nuthing
You ain't got nuthin on me
Uhhh I'm gettin money like a mutherfucka
Yeaa money u ain't never see yeaa
I got everything
You got nuthing
You ain't got nuthin on me

[Lil Wayne:]
Get you 3-4 get you like da number after 1 I'm a get me 2
It's weezy f u now u gotta hava babayy
My money don't fold nor bends
Mercedes maybach, grey black
And I gota 4-4 and a k like 8-stacks
Fuck yo city yo town I state facts, take dat
No, better yet like diddy take dat
Wait rats I hate rats
I clean dem out like ajax
Got paper like A fax machine
Ansanin
Damn I mean assanon
Dappa don
After thine dere will be non
Damn I mean dere will be nun
I will be one
Of dat greatest things u ever felt you ever seen
Or heard carter-d havard ya'll scared
Not me
Not I
Call me young popeye
Tell bruno I'm a nuno
I'll bring ral to your funrol
Damn I mean funeral funerol
You say tomato I say tamata
U say get em I say got em
Yea I got em
Man u better keep payin me cause u 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 dat shit I gon put it in da trash
Diesel

[Chorus:]
Uh I get money like a mutherfucka
Shades darker den I bitch but I cud see
I got everything
You got nuthing
You ain't got nuthin on me
Uhhh I'm gettin money like a mutherfucka
Yeaa money u ain't never see yeaa
I got everything
You got nuthing
You ain't got nuthin on me
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