Hittas

Is it true you performed

With Willie Nelson at the Country Music Awards?

I don't know, but I know I did perform at this

Bad ass bitch birthday party recently, she's crazy stupid thick

Mack in here

Pooh in here

Scoob in here with me

Tell them h- get they mind right

Tell them n- back up

Man, I heard the truth is hard to swallow, do you have cups?

Used the rope to hang myself to tie a money bag up

Tell 'em get they iron right before Iron-Man come

Tell 'em bring my car around

Tell 'em b- lap up

I'ma cut this music down

Tell 'em put they apps up

Tell 'em throw they pride out

Roll the windows back up

Money in the air, who say white men can't jump?

Catch that n- late night on the phone at a gas pump

Let me get the phone and the car once it's gassed up

AK-47 make a sittin' duck stand up

I could let it blast, but I much rather have one

Tell 'em bring my car around

Tell 'em b- lap up

Then them h- get passed down

Then them h- get passed up

Sittin' on this money to me feel like a cactus

I'm stickin' to this sh-

You woulda better not hop yo' a- up

Tell 'em, I got hittas woadie (hittas woadie)

I got, yeah, I got plenty woadie

I got hittas woadie (hittas woadie)

I got, yeah, I got plenty woadie (plenty woadie)

I got hittas woadie

Yeah, I got plenty woadie

And they just wait for the word

This sh- like Wheel of Fortune

Damn, these snitches nosy

Damn, these snitches nosy

N-, I'm a ass with that semi

Call me semicolon

Yeah, I got hittas woadie

Yeah, I got plenty woadie

They kick the door and kill yo' a- and leave the children snoring

I'm sippin' lean out a glass

Make me feel important

I made some green in the past and now it's good as golden

Yeah

Clearly, Lil Wayne answers to no one

I got hittas, woadie

I got, yeah, I got plenty, woadie (plenty woadie)

I got hittas, woadie (hittas woadie)

I got, yeah, I got plenty woadie

I'm so lifted, I'm so lifted

I wrote my will in hieroglyphics (in hieroglyphics)

(Weezy, where you been? The people miss you)

Crickets

I got hittas and they not kidders

That's my n-

You got n- but they not hittas

They got jitters, they get hit up

I'm placin' figures on your n-

Takin' bidders, yo' bae, yo' n-

Don't make a difference

I got shooters, on pharmaceuticals

They armed and brutal

Armed intruders, 'cause we don't doodle

We draw conclusions

I got sprayers, all type of sprayers

We gon' need Google

I got paper, on top of paper

We gon' need rulers

I'm effective, been doin' numbers since Roman numerals

Strong as sumo, we armed as usual

My hittas hungry, Charleston Chew you

Bazookas chew you, just like Bazookas

Don't confuse 'em

We only hittas, y'all only humans

Don't get hit up, woadie

'Cause I got hittas woadie

He's a very smart child

And I just said he was a genius, you know what I'm sayin'?

Which I used to pray, and ask the Lord to send me one

You know, he did

He's so smart, I can't teach him nothin'

He's done been here before