Lil Wayne Ft. Drake - Right Above It (Lyrics)

Lil Wayne Ft. Drake - Right Above It



(Drake)
Who really tryna fuck with Hollywood Cole?
I'm with Maley Gee bro
Flying Holly Grove Chicks
To My Hollywood shows
And I wanna tell you something that you probably should know
This that Slumdog Billionaire Bollywood flow
My real friends never hearing from me
Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me
That's why I pick and choose
I don't get shit confused
I got a small circle, I'm not with different crews
We walk the same path but got on different shoes
Live in the same building but we got different views
I got a couple cars I never get to use
Don't like my women single
I like my chicks in two's
And these days all the girls is down to roll
I hit the strip club and all them bitches find a pole
Plus i've been sipping so this shit is moving kind of slow
Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go

(Lil Wayne)
Now tell me how you love it
You know you're at the top when only heaven's right above it
We on...
It's Young Money mother fucker
If you ain't running with it, run from it mother fucker
Now somebody show some money in this bitch
I got my bees with me like some honey in this bitch
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back because I shoot first

Meet me on the fresh train
Yes i'm in the building you just on the list of guest names
And all of my riders do not give a fuck, X Games
Guns turn you boys into pussies, sex change!
And I smoke til i got chest pains
And you niggas know I rep my game like Jesse James
Women are possessive and they wanna possess Wayne
I've been fly so long I feel asleep on the fucking plane
Skinny pants and some vans
Call me triple 8
Get my advance in advance
Amen as the world's spin and dance in my hands
Life is a beach I'm just playing in the sand
Wake up and smell the pussy
You niggas can't see me
But never overlook me
I'm on the paper trail
It ain't no telling where it took me
Yeah, and I ain't a killer but don't push me!

Now tell me how you love it
You know you're at the top when only heaven's right above it
We on...
It's Young Money mother fucker
If you ain't running with it, run from it mother fucker
Now somebody show some money in this bitch
I got my bees with me like some honey in this bitch
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back because I shoot first

How do we say what's never said?
Beautiful, black woman I bet that bitch look better red
Limpin' off tour cos I made more off my second leg
Birdman junion eleventh grade
Ball on automatic start
I could hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
Wildcat offense, check the paw prints
We in the building, niggas in apartments
Now come on be my blood donor
Flow so nice she ain't gotta put a rug on her
Do it big and let the small fall under that
Damn where you stumbled at?
From where they make gumbo at
Kane got the fucking beat jumping like a jumping jack
You know me, I get on this bitch and have a heart attack
Hip hop I'm the heart of that
Bitch, nothing short of that
President Carter, Young Money democrat
Now tell me how you love it

Now tell me how you love it
You know you're at the top when only heaven's right above it
We on...
It's Young Money mother fucker
If you ain't running with it, run from it mother fucker
Now somebody show some money in this bitch
I got my bees with me like some honey in this bitch
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back because I shoot first