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)]