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LIL WAYNE - Right Above It (feat Drake) Lyrics

[Intro - Lil Wayne]
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heavenÂ’s right above it
We onnn, cause we onnnnn

[Verse 1 - Drake]
Who else really tryna fuck with Hollywood Cole? IÂ’m with Marley G bro
Flying Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows
And I wanna tell you something that you prolly should know
This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow
And uhhhh, my real friends never hearinÂ’ from me
Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me
ThatÂ’s why I pick and choose, I donÂ’t get shit confused
I got a small circle, IÂ’m not with different crews
We walk the same path, but got on different shoes
Live in the same building, but we got different views
I got a couple cars I never get to use
DonÂ’t like my women single, I like my chicks in twos
And these days all the girls is down to roll
I hit the strip club and all them bitches find a pole
Plus I been sippinÂ’ so this shit is movinÂ’ kinda slow
Just tell my girl to tell her friend that itÂ’s time to go

[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heavenÂ’s right above it
We onnn
ItÂ’s Young Money motherfucker
If you ainÂ’t runninÂ’ with it, run from it motherfucker
Alright
Now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my BÂ’s with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I donÂ’t bust back because I shoot first

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
Meet me on the fresh train
Yes IÂ’m in the building, you just on the list of guest names
And all of my riders do not give a fuck, X Games
Guns turn you boys into pussies, sex change
And I smoke Â’til I got chest pains
And you niggas know I rep my game like Jesse James
Women are possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne
I been fly so long I fell asleep on the fuckinÂ’ plane
Skinny pants and some Vans
Call me Triple A, get my advance in advance, Amen
As the world spin and dance in my hands
Life is a beach, IÂ’m just playinÂ’ in the sand
Uh, wake up and smell the pussy
You niggas canÂ’t see me, but never overlook me
IÂ’m on a paper trail, it ainÂ’t no tellinÂ’ where it took me
Yeah, and I ainÂ’t a killer but donÂ’t push meeeee

[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heavenÂ’s right above it
We onnn
ItÂ’s Young Money motherfucker
If you ainÂ’t runninÂ’ with it, run from it motherfucker
Alright
Now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my BÂ’s with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I donÂ’t bust back because I shoot first

[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
Uhh, how do he say whatÂ’s never said?
Beautiful black woman, I bet that bitch look better red
LimpinÂ’ off tour cause I made more off my second leg
MotherfuckinÂ’ Birdman Junior, eleventh grade
Ball on automatic start
I could hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
Wildcat offense, check the paw prints
We in the building, you niggas in apartments
Uh, no-now cÂ’mon be my blood donor
Flow so nice, you ainÂ’t gotta put a rug on her
Do it big and let the small fall under that
Damn, where you stumbled at?
From where they make gumbo at
Kane got the fuckinÂ’ beat jumpinÂ’ like a jumping jack
And you know me, I get on this bitch and have a heart attack
Hip Hop IÂ’m the heart of that, nigga nothinÂ’ short of that
President Carter, Young Money Democrat
Uhh

[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heavenÂ’s right above it
We onnn
ItÂ’s Young Money motherfucker
If you ainÂ’t runninÂ’ with it, run from it motherfucker
Alright
Now somebody show some money in this bitch (yeah)
And I got my BÂ’s with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig? (soo woo)
And I got my gun in my boo purse (5 Star)
And I donÂ’t bust back because I shoot first (yeahh, alright)

[Outro - Lil Wayne]
Yeahh
We onnn
Young Mu-Young Mula babyyy
 

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