Lil' Wayne

Lil' Wayne - Used To

rate me

Ft. Drake

(Intro: RiFF RAFF)

Boys, now listen, we got mo' muthafuckin' T.V. screens

On the outside the dang tour bus than on that muthafucka

Boys playing Playstation we come thru muthafuckin' hang glidin'

Off muthafuckin' Versace skyscrapers

I don't get it, what mo' can ya ask fo'?

Yeah, sound sound sound

Real six side shit

Sickos, ah mane!

(Verse: Drake)

Yeah, when ya get to where I'm at

Ya got to remind 'em where the fuck ya at

Erry time they talking it's behind yo back

Got to learn to line 'em up & then attack

They gone say yo name on them airwaves

They gone hit ya up right after like it's only rap

Jewels look like I found a muthafuckin' treasure map

And ain't told no one where the fuck it's at

Shout out to the G's from the -eans

We don't love no girls from the -eans

I'm gone hit 'em wit the wham once again

I'mma always end up as a man at the end, dog

It's just apparent erry year

Only see the truth when I'm starin' in the mirror

Looking at myself like there it is there

Yea, like there it is there man, whoop

I ain't tryin' to chance it

I be wit the bands like a nigga went to Jackson State or Gramblin'

Young Nick Cannon wit the snare drum, dancin'

Watch the way I handle it

Bring it to the bedroom, ya know that shit is candle lit

She know I'm the man wit it, uh

Wit the bands like I must've went to Clark, went to Hampton

I ain't playin' wit it

(Hook)

I ain't felt the pressure in a lil while

It's goin' to take sum' gettin' used to

Floating all thru the city wit the windows down

Putting on like I used to

They neva told me when ya get the crown

It's gon' take sum' gettin' used to

New friends all in they' ole feelin's now

They don't luv ya like they used to, man

(Verse 2: Lil Wayne)

When ya get to where the fuck I'm at

Ya got to remind em about where ya been

About all of the money that done came & went

About the two cents I ain't neva spent

When they say you're too famous to pack a gat'

I got to remind 'em about where I'm from

Not about where I'm goin', about where I've gone

Stepping on to squish a roach like a steppin' stone

Going at a nigga throat like a herringbone

Boy do I smell beef? Mmm pheromones

Got a fucking halo ova my devil horns

Trap pumping all night like Chevron

Suck a nigga dick fo' an iPhone 6

Fuck my nigga Terry fo' a new Blackberry

Ya can buried fo' an ounce of Katy Perry

I was only five but still remember the drought in '87

Lord tell 'em bitches I ain't got no time to play games wit 'em

I ain't got no time

Tell 'er that I luv 'er & I hate 'er in the same sentence

I'm fucking her mind

I got, mind control over Deebo, Parmesan my panino

Promethazine ova Pinot & when my blood start shooting that's Broll, bitch

(Hook)

I ain't felt the pressure in a lil while

It's goin' to take sum' gettin' used to

Floating all thru the city wit the windows down

Putting on like I used to

They neva told me when ya get the crown

It's gon' take sum' gettin' used to

New friends all in they' ole feelin's now

They don't luv ya like they used to, man

(Outro)

Let's just let bygones be bygones, okay?

Let's just go ahead & just let bygones be bygones

I pull up lookin' like a damn cyborg, weighin' 224

Oh man, these boys don't even understand

Listen when ya see OVO Jodi pull up on the scene wit Drake

Fo' goodness sake, well fo' goodness sake

Ya see this mix tape ya listenin' to? This an album

Yeah, we could have, we could have sold it to ya fo' 17.99

Or 29.99 wit the shirt, buy it at the Target

These muthafuckas tripping so hard I had to look down

& double check cuz I thought they had their shoes tied together

Muthafuckas got they shoes tied together

What mo' could ya ask fo'?!

Boys harassin' me wit these questions

How about this?

How about don't ask me know mo' muthafuckin' questions

We ain't doin' no interview

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