Letra de Right Above It - Lil Wayne

(Feat. Drake)

Kane is in the building

Who else is really trying to fuck with Hollywood Cole

I'm with Marley G's bro

Flying Holly Grove chicks to my Hollywood shows

And I wanna tell you something that you probably should know

This that Slum Dog Millionaire Bollywood flow and uh

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 are down to roll

I hit the strip club, and all them bitches find a pole

Plus I been sipping, so this shit is moving kinda slow

Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go

Now tell me how you love it

You know you at the top when only heaven is right above it

We on, it's Young Money motherfucker

If you ain't running with it, run from it motherfucker

Alright, now somebody show some money in this bitch

And I got my B's with me like some honey in this bitch, you dig

And 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 gang like Jessie James

Women are possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne

I been flyin' so long I fell asleep on the fucking plane

Skinny pants and some Vans

Call me Triple A, get my advance in advance, amen

As the world spin and dance in my hands

Life is a beach, I'm just playing in the sand

Uh, wake up and smell the pussy

You niggas can't see me, but never overlook me

I'm on a paper trail and 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 at the top when only heaven is right above it

We on, it's Young Money motherfucker

If you ain't running with it, run from it motherfucker

Alright, now somebody show some money in this bitch

And I got my B's with me like some honey in this bitch, you dig

I got my gun in my boo purse

And I don't bust back, because I shoot first

How do you say what's never said?

Beautiful black woman, I bet that bitch look better red

Limping off tour, 'cause I made more off my second leg

Motherfuckin' Birdman Junior, 11th Grade

Ball on automatic start

I can hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw

Wildcat offense, check the paw prints

We in the building, you niggas in apartments

Uh, now come on be my blood donor

Flow so nice you 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

And you know me, I get on this bitch and have a heart attack

Hip-Hop, I'm the heart of that

Nigga, nothing short of that

President Carter, Young Money Democrat

Now tell me how you love it

You know you at the top when only heaven is right above it

We on, it's Young Money motherfucker

If you ain't running with it, run from it motherfucker

Alright, now somebody show some money in this bitch

And I got my b's with me like some honey in this bitch, you dig

I got my gun in my boo purse

And I don't bust back, because I shoot first

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