Lil' Wayne

Lil' Wayne - G'd Up (Feat. Mack Maine and Curren$y)

rate me

Wake your punk ass up for the two double oh five brother

Young Money, the future

[Lil Wayne: Verse 1]

Hot boy in the building

Rock hard, hard rock hard body got it in the ceiling, yeah

I got burners in the basement money in the mattress

Yo look at their faces, taste it

Yeah I'm nasty right

But my bapes so clean and white look like there's no laces

But I'm not your cow

So I don't walk around with my tongue out

Got a little dough

So I can't walk around with my gun out

So I keep my gun in

Waitin' for you to come in

I'm comin with that Bang Bang Bugaloo

Hey stop lookin at me, hater

Or it's gonna be "damn, I ain't look at you"

Now look at us, and if you is I bet you lookin up

How I come with Young Money in the clutch, like Mike

Make me take your lunch money or brunch and your punch

Its Weezy Church!

[Hook]

Well I was just ridin in my city ain't stoppin for a hater

Make that get off my face if you ain't talkin about cake

And if you're talkin to my boys get ya brains blowed out

Like the top of every car we probably drive this summer

We G'd Up

We G'd Up

You know we G'd Up

We G'd Up

You know we

[Curren$y: Verse 2]

It ain't a secret I got my cake up

My rims so big girls checkin' their make-up in them

Yeah, the watchband on my Jacob the same color as my bapesters

Harder than from Japan and I'm fittin to change my name to "You-the-Man"

Cause when I ride by girls tell me "You the man"

Yeah, Curren$y the hot spitter yes I am

Rockin the white polo and a pair of plaid pants

I'm on the block in fly boy stance with my argyle socks and my white and green stans

Yeah, that's Adidas homie

I'm chasin this paper cause I need this money

Left one of my girls alone, she's so lonely

Don't even want to eat no more, she gettin' boney

Yeah, haters see me and say "He's so phoney"

Cause I left the price tag on my eveets with woodey

[Hook]

Well I was just ridin in my city ain't stoppin for a hater

Make that get off my face if you ain't talkin about cake

And if you're talkin to my boys get ya brains blowed out

Like the top of every car we probably drive this summer

We G'd Up

We G'd Up

You know we G'd Up (Im G'd up homie)

We G'd Up (Maine for President)

You know we (Lets get it)

[Mack Maine: Verse 3]

I'm tryna cop a house in the East for my shop uptown

Ride up Apple and E and pop uptown

When the time cats run and hide upton

When I'm on tour the only time I'm not uptown

Now don't be wiggin off that E and get F'd up

Thinkin that you're G'd up boy you better ease up

We bleed the hood, the hood bleed us

But every time we hit the hood, the people hollerin out "Jesus"

Become lil nasty, product of his environment

Micky Dees firin, the postal wasn't hirin

Everyday the boy went to sleep to the sirens

And them people swingin round here and they inquirin

Who that is supplyin all that love?

I wouldn't of crept but I was hollerin out "What up blood"

When your relative when I was hollenin "What up cuz" if necessary

My pa was a beast, its hereditary, chyea

[Hook]

Well I was just ridin in my city ain't stoppin for a hater

Make that get off my face if you ain't talkin about cake

And if you're talkin to my boys get ya brains blowed out

Like the top of every car we probably drive this summer

We G'd Up

We G'd Up

You know we G'd Up

We G'd Up

You know we

[Outro]

Young Money

(Young Money boy)

Young Money

(Young Money boys we so fly)

We the Future

(Cash Money boy)

(Cash Money boy)

Well I was Just

Young Maine, Mack Mack Maine

The Hot Spitta, The Hot The Hot Spitta

Wizzle F. Baby, please say the baby

If not

(haha)

Shut Up

[Lil Wayne G'd Up Lyrics (Feat. Mack Maine and Curren$y)]

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