Right Above
[Lil' Wayne:]Now tell me how ya love itYou know you at the top and all of heaven's right above it, we on.. 'cause we on..
[Verse 1 - Drake:]Who else really tryin' to fuck with Hollywood Co.?I'm with Marley G. broFlyin' Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood showsAnd I wanna tell you somethin' that you probably should knowThis that "Slumdog millionaire" Bollywood flow and uh..My real friends never hear it from meFake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for meThat's why I pick and chooseI don't get shit confusedI got a small circleI'm not with different crewsWe walk the same path, but got on different shoesLive in the same buildin', but we got different viewsI got a couple cars, I never get to useDon't like my women singleI like my chicks in twosAnd these days all the girls is down to rollI hit the strip club and all them bitches find a polePlus I've been sippin' so this shit is movin' kinda slowJust tell my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go
[Chorus:]Now tell me how you love itYou know you at the top when only heaven's right above itWe on, it's Young Money, motherfuckerIf you ain't runnin' with it run from it, motherfuckerAlright, now somebody show some money in this bitchAnd I got my bees with me like some honey in this bitch, ya digI got my gun in my boo purseAnd I don't bust back, because I shoot first..
[Verse 2 - Lil' Wayne:]Meet me on the fresh trainYes I'm in the buildin'You just on the list of guest namesAnd all my riders do not give a fuck: X-GamesGuns turn you boys into pussies: sex change..And I smoke til' I got chest painsAnd you niggas know I rep my gang like Jesse JamesWomen are possessive, and they wanna possess WayneI been flyin' so long I fell asleep on the fucking planeSkinny pants and some vansCall me Triple-A, get my advance in advance, AmenAs the world spin and dance in my handsLife is a beach, I'm just playin' in the sandUgh. Wake up and smell a pussyYou niggas can't see me, but never overlook meI'm on the paper trail, there ain't no tellin' where it took me, yeahAnd I ain't a killer, but don't push me
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[Verse 3 - Lil' Wayne:]Ugh. How do he say what's never said?Beautiful black womanI bet that bitch look better redLimpin' off tour 'cause I made more on my second legMotherfuckin' Birdman junior, eleventh gradeBall on automatic startI can hand it to Drake or do a quarterback drawWildcat offense.. Check the paw prints..We in the buildin', you niggas in apartmentsUgh. N-now c'mon be my blood donorFlow so nice you ain't even gotta put a rug on herDo it big and let the small fall under thatDamn where you stumbled at?From where did they gumbo at?Kane got the fucking beat jumpin' like a jumpin' jackAnd you know meI get on this bitch and have a heart attackHip-Hop I'm the heart of thatNigga nothin' short of thatPresident Carter, Young Money Democrat. Ugh.
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Yeah... We on... Young moola baby!