DJ DRAMA & LIL WAYNE - Stuntin' lyrics

rate me

I'm a rapper turned singer, and you can tell that he smoke

But I don't need my vocal chords; all I hit is C notes

N.E.R.D. flow, I spaz if I'm prevoked

I'm about to change the fucking game, pass the remote

Money is everything and it's every other thing

I'm part of the choir, that's the moto that my brother sing

Cash is the right now, women are post game

MoneyOverBitches.com, check the domain

It's coming too soon, album on the way

People ask me if I pray, I say, "Yeah, once in a blue moon"

Oops I mean a red moon; I did it again Tune

Let me leave a space in for your blood affiliation

I state, heavy metaphors, flow so over weight

I could wrap around these other youngins like a cobra snake

Frost bite, drizzy-nigga, nobody as cold as drake

Keep your ass inline; don't be trying to roller skate

Fuck all the discrete shit; I get on some deep shit

I am 21, tell me who do I compete with

I'm on my elite shit; you could tell I'm real

Cause I'm getting hood love and I ain't even talking street shit

Young angel, young lion, I'm done trying

I'm just doing, who's drinking, cause I'm buying

It's on me, everything is on me

And my girl is still down like she's fucking John B.

And when I go dumb, I tend to do dumb shit

I just listen back and I've sounded like a trumpet

This for all the strippers cause I know that they gone bump it

Tell her back it up and dump it, back it, back it up and dump it

Ain't no pistols here, your money will disappear

My accountant will feed his family off my fiscal year

Tax brackets and back and forth faxes

My money come in full circle, get up on my axis

Maybe I'm a kill 'em, only cause I promised

They think I'm being cocky, but I'm only being honest

I'm swallowing the goose, got a model getting loose

And I never party less; I got some bottles in the booth

I just walk up on the scene, I'm about to take this

I'm just having patience, cause I wanted to make sense

White cup, orange pot, Tennessee State shit

Drop a fo' in it and appreciate the greatness, Drizzy

Yeah,

P-p pass the dro

I am such a beast and you can ask them hoes

And they might even say you should leave me alone

And homie scaaaaaared, cause his bitch like me

Stunting is a habit, get it from my daddy

Just like shaggy, I tote that boom-bastic

I'm a rude bastard, I don't give a fuck bout yall

I ain't talking marbels, you pluck my balls

And yes I'm falling, but up I fall and

If your bitch in heat, she could fuck my dog

I went from penny pinching to private planes

Never sat on any benches, I got in games

Starter-Carter, Ball-Harder

Ten girls, pent house suite; ya'll order

Whatever ya'll please: wine, crackers, and cheese

They take off their clothes and put on my T's

The supplement I've taken got me feeling mighty

My gun and money don't split, call that shit Siamese

Yeahyes my watch make the fricken time freeze

Your girl bless me, she suck my dick and I sneeze

Cheap ass apartment, just the kitchen I need

And 18 g's is why the chicken crossed the street

Whatcha know bout it, my niggas so bout it

If you kill everybody, they can't go to court about it, Weezy

I ignore the liars baby, I ignite the fire

I am like a Michael Myers; leave your body in the dryer

Got the shotty on the side of me, my bad boys follow me

I'm a bad boy obviously, popping at your ivy leave

I don't have a robbery, if so you'll have a casueulty

Oops I meant a casualty, oops I meant catastrophe

Oops I meant actually, you niggas is just ass to me

And big wet pussy is more like what I'm rathering

Welcome to the gathering, welcome to the barying

Or I hang you on the wall like a art gallery

You got short salary and I got long money

I got cash money, I got young money, BITCH

Thanks to Fresh for these lyrics