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Lil Wayne

"My n*gga (Remix)"

[Verse 1: YG]
I'm talkin 'bout puttin' on, ridin' out, Glocks in my ma's house
Front you with that work (I done fronted n*ggas work, uh-oh!)
You say you want that head up, but we don't fight fair bruh
Catch you slippin' from your backside, then knock you out
Ace gone stomp you out, then Buddah gon' stomp you out
(Has mama ever seen you with a busted eye and busted mouth?)
Nine milli pokin' out, four-fizzy pokin' out
Death Row days, show you what this West Coast about

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I'd die for my motherf*ckin' n*gga
Jump in front a bullet for my motherf*ckin' n*gga
On the stand I'd lie for my motherf*ckin' n*gga
Rob a bank, I'd drive for my motherf*ckin' n*gga, real talk
I don't really f*ck with too many n*ggas
'Cause n*ggas drop a dime on you like a couple nickels
I be laughin' to the bank like the f*ckin' money tickle
Drivin' somethin' that you ain't, top off, suck a nipple
And I never put a ho before my bro, don't beef over no ho
And my n*ggas sell them keys if you can't open your door
Hope you ride for my motherf*ckin' n*ggas
When it rains, it pours; it's dry for me and my f*ckin' n*ggas, yeah
I kill for my motherf*ckin' n*ggas, vice versa
Eyes red from the kush I blew, white person
Got my middle finger on the trigger
And with my little finger to you n*ggas
I swear it's f*ck all y'all n*ggas, except my n*ggas, OW!
Tunechi!

[Hook: Rich Homie Quan, Rich Homie Quan & Lil Wayne]
I said that I'ma ride for my motherf*ckin' n*gga
Most likely I'ma die with my finger on the trigger
I've been grindin outside all day with my n*ggas
And I ain't goin' in unless I'm with my n*gga
My n*gga, my n*gga
My n*gga, my n*gga
(My motherf*ckin' n*ggas!)
My n*gga, my n*gga (My n*gga, my n*gga)
My n*gga, my n*gga, yeah

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Ohh! I done spent a million dollars on my motherf*ckin' n*ggas (Flex!)
You catch me out Chicago with them motherf*ckin' hittas (Flex!)
Call up RondoNumbaNine, Lil Durk'll bring the trigger (Ay, Durk!)
And when we on the lean, we ain't f*ckin' with the liquor (No!)
I'm a buy a hundred bottles just to give it to the b*tches
She keep liking all my pictures
'Cause she see the way I ball, how my wrist and neck be lit up
Catch you at the red light, have em screamin' “Caine get up"
(Get up, Caine!)
Same n*gga from the bottom, ain't a damn thing change
C-C-Catch me out in Collins screamin', "Money ain't a thang"
In a red Mulsanne, lookin' like I claim Blood
And if homie ain't my homie, then I know it ain't love
Screamin' out "4 Hunnid,” YG, that's my n*gga (My n*gga)
Cause I been in the field life on the line with him
And if it's really good, I'll prol'ly die with em
Cause when I need the choppers, I just tell Tak hit 'em, what!

[Hook: Rich Homie Quan, Rich Homie Quan & Lil Wayne]
I said that I'ma ride for my motherf*ckin' n*gga
Most likely I'ma die with my finger on the trigger
I've been grindin outside all day with my n*ggas
And I ain't goin' in unless I'm with my n*gga
My n*gga, my n*gga
My n*gga, my n*gga
(My motherf*ckin' n*ggas!)
My n*gga, my n*gga (My n*gga, my n*gga)
My n*gga, my n*gga, yeah

[Verse 4: Nicki Minaj]
I-I-I just got 250 thousand dollars for a verse, n*gga
I-I-I don't know, is it me or it's your thirst, n*gga?
You nig— You n*ggas ain't got no joints
Like a injured Chris Paul, you ain't got no point
I just come through with a couple bossy b*tches
They get money too, they some "don't cross me" b*tches
Flossy b*tches, Sergio Rossi, b*tches
And if we at the game then it's floor seat, b*tches!
I-I-I-I-I-I ride for my b*tches
I'm so f*ckin' rich I cop rides for my b*tches
Dollar menu, fries, apple pies: other b*tches
I drop a freestyle and get a rise outta b*tches
b*tches, my b*tches
I need a n*gga with some different strokes, Todd Bridges
Shout out to my main b*tches and my side b*tches
Need a n*gga with some good neck, ostriches
My n*ggas

[Hook: Rich Homie Quan & Nicki Minaj]
I said that I'ma ride for my motherf*ckin' n*gga
Most likely I'ma die with my finger on the trigger
I've been grindin outside all day with my n*ggas
New York to Compton
And I ain't goin' in unless I'm with my n*gga
Got YG with me so don't get stomped in, uh-huh
My n*gga, my n*gga
Y'all know who the f*ck it is
My n*gga, my n*gga (My motherf*ckin' n*ggas!)
See, I done preheated my oven to 350 degrees, b*tch!
My n*gga, my n*gga (My n*gga, my n*gga)
My n*gga, my n*gga, yeah

[Outro: Nicki Minaj & Lil Wayne]
And when it come out, it's gon' burn you b*tches like
You better get your motherf*ckin' oven mitt, b*tch!
Mustard on the beat, ho!
Ta-hahaha
Yung Mula baby!

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