Letra de YM Banger - Lil Wayne

(Feat. Tyga, Gudda Gudda, Jae Millz)

Okay, I'm leanin' to the left, flag in my right pocket

Star Trek fly, unidentified flying objects

Extraterrestrial, I'm all about my decimals

Retarded in the booth, they say I got a special flow

Sicker than your average, you rappers is ass-backwards

Gudda spit crack and you niggas is crack addicts

It's simple mathematics; you cut the check

And I rake in the green like I'm rakin' the grass in

Pretty bitches damn near faint when they passin'

Call my whip Martin, but the first name Aston

Potatohead niggas get mashed when I'm spazzin'

Think you fuckin' with me? Put your cash in

Nah, I doubt it

I was young and reckless when P say he was about it

You niggas is Ducks, Howards, Cowards

Kill the competition and shower niggas with flowers

This rap shit is ours, Gudda, bitch!

Uh, Uptown back in it, Hollygrove black menace

Black clothes, black tennis', black semi'

I've never sat in the Hemi, that will offend me

Try Maybach or Maybach, bitch, I got stacks

Yeah, Paychecks on paychecks and I still want payback

I still don't play that, I kill on ASAP

And we don't do shit but get money all day

Put some shoes on my bullets, now they runnin' your way

YM, Young Mula, Young Money all day

Where the drugs so sweet like honey on yay

Which one of y'all say you want drama? I'm honored

I blitz yo' ass like a mothafuckin' lineman

Stack of paychecks with a whole bunch of commas

Still wear red like an old 49er

Fuck shittin' on ya, dump the whole toilet on ya

Weezy F baby, bitch, I'm hotter than Uganda

Uggh!

Let-let go

Mo-momma ain't make me to make homies, she made me to make history

So doin' that my extra-curricular activity

Bulldozer boy and my target is the industry

Two things in the world I love—good head and victory

You ain't doin' it big, I'm grown, stop kiddin' me

Your whip ain't up to date and your hoes look like Mr. T

This is Misery, no Kathy Bates

Come at me sideways, my money'll slap you straight

Yeah, I'm a big joker so you know I'll smash your ace

Leave the club with ya girl, send her home with a ashy face

Love is a gamble, but it's my casino

And tonight you're the loser, I hope she got Aveno

I hope the game got life insurance 'cause I'ma kill it

And all you whack-ass rap niggas dyin' with it

I'm so Harlem, eatin' but still starvin'

Po-pockets fat as fuck like all they do is eat margarine

Millz!

Say, put the flow

Say, put the flow in the pot, crank up the notch

Burn the song from a stove top, this finger lickin' hot

His pick flip 'cause the nigga flopped

My shit hit like the pitch was soft, niggas cottonballed

She dropped drawers 'cause she poppin' off

Her pussy crossed guard but, I don't stop at all

I smash in the car, like fuck the fuckin' law

Her baby daddy gone, who wanna meet the Don?

That Rocky shit up on the arm-arm

Shittin' on 'em like hay in the barn

Hey, wait, they say Money talks and, man, you don't speak at all

You shop at mini-malls

My style two thumbs up like using analogs, ha-ha!

I wreck shit for the recognition, bitch

Jesus as my witness, Satan vision

Eyeball you niggas, flame flicker

I melt pictures, Tyga skin ain't drippin'

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