Lil Wayne feat. Drake “Right Above It”

Title:"Right Above it "
Album:"Iam Not a Human Being"
Artsit:"Lil Wayne Ft.Drake"

Lil Wayne

Now tell me how you love it

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

 We onnnn

 ‘Cause we onnnn

Drake

Who else really tryna fuck with Hollywood Cole? I’m with Marley G, bro

 Flying Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows

 And I wanna tell you something that you prolly should know

 This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow

 And uh, my real friends never hearin’ 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 twos

 And these days all the girls is down to roll

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

 Plus I been sippin’, so this shit is movin’ kinda 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 at the top when only heaven’s right above it

 We on

 It’s Young Money, motherfucker

 If you ain’t runnin’ wit it, run from it, motherfucker, all right

Now somebody show some money in this bitch

 And I got my bees with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig?

 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 Jesse James

 Women are possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne

 I been fly so long I fell asleep on the fuckin’ 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 playin’ in the sand

 Uh, 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 tellin’ where it took me

 Yeah, and I ain’t a killa, but don’t push me

Now tell me how you love it

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

 We on

 It’s Young Money, motherfucker

 If you ain’t runnin’ wit it, run from it, motherfucker, all right

Now somebody show some money in this bitch

 And I got my bees with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig?

 I got my gun in my boo purse

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

Uh, how do he say what’s never said?

 Beautiful black woman, I bet that bitch look better red

 Limpin’ off tour ’cause I made more off my second leg

 Ma’fuckin’ Birdman Junior, 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, you niggas in apartments

 No-now, c’mon, be my blood donor

 Flo’ 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 out? From where they make gumbo at

 Kane got the fuckin’ beat jumpin’ like a jumping jack

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

 Hip-hop, I’m the heart of that, nigga, nothin’ short of that

 President Carter, Young Money Democrat

Now tell me how you love it

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

 We on

 It’s Young Money, motherfucker

 If you ain’t runnin’ wit it, run from it, motherfucker, all right

Now somebody show some money in this bitch

 And I got my bees with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig? (Soo woo!)

 I got my gun in my boo purse

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

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