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

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

    [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 B's 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
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    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