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lil wayne - nigga wit money lyrics

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hook:]
work on the kitchen table
where the bags at [x3]

work [x2]

imma n-gg- wit money [x3]
and i don’t love dat b-tch

i tell er b-tch, b-tch, b-tch, b-tch make me rich
imma n-gg- wit money
and i don’t love dat b-tch

[verse 1:]
yea, backpack full of stacks all the b-tches love me
don’t compare to these rappers im on a diff’rent budget

i ain’t even gotta practice never gettin rusty
no i ain’t lookin down but i see no one above me

the paper bag brown wit durty green money
the bank acount good full of clean money

f-ck chain money, i blow ring money
i bet that motha f-cka neva see tha big money

magazine money do a spread on me
and you can turn ya back but never turn the feds on me

read the note attached we got ya lil homey
we need bread homey or das ya dead homey

im like a corleone meet the f-cking mob
i can get you whacked or give ya -ss a job

weezy f. b. i holla c-m-b
coca cola cl-ssic caffine free

[hook]
work on the kitchen table
where the bags at [x3]

work [x2]

imma n-gg- wit money [x3]
and i don’t love dat b-tch

i tell er b-tch, b-tch, b-tch, b-tch make me rich
imma n-gg- wit money
and i don’t love dat b-tch

[verse 2:]
stop playing wit me stop playin wit me b-tch
stop playing wit me stop playing wit me b-tch

imma cash money stunna on my 14 summa
d-ck a b-tch down n take erry thang from er

now run to tha kitchen i ain’t hungry i ate
b-tch put 36 o’s on my plate

see my pop was cookin slabs while my mom wuz cookin dinner
see my momma iz a cheif n my daddy wuz a dealer

grand daddy was a dealer and my auntie is a killer
i hope she kno i luv her, pray the pigs never get er

my brother still a baby n my uncle kinda raised me
yaw pray for his wife ’cause dat cancer sh-t iz crazy

my daughters so smart that it scares me
her mother is an angel she’s always there for me

and me im just wild i think i need theropy
b-’cause im goin after dat money no matter where it be

i got

[hook]
work on the kitchen table
where the bags at [x3]

work [x2]

imma n-gg- wit money [x3]
and i don’t love dat b-tch

i tell er b-tch, b-tch, b-tch, b-tch make me rich
imma n-gg- wit money
and i don’t love dat b-tch

- lil wayne lyrics

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