David....Banner
La, la la la, la, la la la la x4
(Uh!)
Sittin' in the Caddy, Wright like Betty
Floatin' up the aisle like the bride and her Daddy
Hip-Hop addict, hip-hop addict
Man I swear I'm on top like the attic
Yeah b****, I be with my dog like s***gy
And we stay clean but we get dirty like Harry
Flyer than bluebirds, cardinals and canaries
f*** me, I'm all about 'Oui!' like Paris
[rap, hip-hop and R&B lyrics found on beckerist.com]
Hilton Presidential Suite already
I'm richer than Nicole and I'm a Lion like her Daddy
I'm am hotter than the Sunday after Saturday
I swear I'm a savage like Lil' Webbie and Randy
Oscar De La Hoya, box you like a casket
Or Diego Coralles, n**** keep jabbin'
See my style it varies, like drugs in an alley
My leather so soft my paint prettier than Halle
Wittier than comedy, n**** write a parody
But I ain't tellin' jokes...apparently
Apparent, yeah my daughter be the twinkle of my eye
You hurt her you kill me and n**** I ain't 'bout to die
See y'all are at ground, and my daughter is my sky
I swear I look in her face and I just want to break out and fly
4 tears in my face and you ain't never heard me cry
[rap, hip-hop and R&B lyrics found on beckerist.com]
I'm richer than all y'all I got a bank full of pride
Ow, started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
n**** I'm the s***, get the f*** up out my toilet
Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' x2
n**** I'm the s***, get the f*** up out my toilet
My paint bubbleish, the motor so vicious
The rims the same color as the wrapper of a kiss
First some hyphee, thump it like a piston
And when I'm in Detroit I be ballin' like a Piston
Boy did I mention I fly like a pigeon
Higher than gas prices, you Las Vegas trickin'
[rap, hip-hop and R&B lyrics found on beckerist.com]
I'm 9 under par in the Bentley golf cart
The Polo be cream but the bottle's Caviar (yeah!)
Weezy I'm sick from all this tourin'
You told me (sip this,) then call me in the morning (yeah)
And I vow I never trust another one ('nother woman)
In my life, and then I got h**** (ah hah)
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
n**** I'm the s***, get the f*** up out my toilet
Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' x2
n**** I'm the s***, get the f*** up out my toilet
See I ain't goin' no where b****
You know a n**** been home honey
Money f*****' r*****ed, called down syndrome money
My cake sick s***, been diagnosed sickle cell brain
The revenue stream got a disease like a jail bed
Like a mattress from Sing-Sing or way down to Comstock
These b****** call me bling king I s*** when the bomb drop
And sprinkle diamonds all over n***** flawless in D-Class
Then twinkle like a shine, just like a sparkle from clean glass
They movin' on a n**** as I walk through the valley, ready?
And zoom in with the cameras like I'm d***in' down Halle Berry
My money help me do things that you n****'s can't believe
Like purchase persons, places all them things that you can't conceive
Like interactin' with women the caliber of Janet
I sit and master my vision and massacre the planet
I hope you n****'s know just what it is
[rap, hip-hop and R&B lyrics found on beckerist.com]
While I'm countin' my paper n****'s know I'm handlin' my biz
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
n**** I'm the s***, get the f*** up out my toilet
Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' x2
n**** I'm the s***, get the f*** up out my toilet
I will be transcribing the lyrics to Tha Carter 3 over the next
couple days. Keep checking back for updates. This is track 12.
La, la la la, la, la la la la x4
(Uh!)
Sittin' in the Caddy, Wright like Betty
Floatin' up the aisle like the bride and her Daddy
Hip-Hop addict, hip-hop addict
Man I swear I'm on top like the attic
Yeah b****, I be with my dog like s***gy
And we stay clean but we get dirty like Harry
Flyer than bluebirds, cardinals and canaries
f*** me, I'm all about 'Oui!' like Paris
[rap, hip-hop and R&B lyrics found on beckerist.com]
Hilton Presidential Suite already
I'm richer than Nicole and I'm a Lion like her Daddy
I'm am hotter than the Sunday after Saturday
I swear I'm a savage like Lil' Webbie and Randy
Oscar De La Hoya, box you like a casket
Or Diego Coralles, n**** keep jabbin'
See my style it varies, like drugs in an alley
My leather so soft my paint prettier than Halle
Wittier than comedy, n**** write a parody
But I ain't tellin' jokes...apparently
Apparent, yeah my daughter be the twinkle of my eye
You hurt her you kill me and n**** I ain't 'bout to die
See y'all are at ground, and my daughter is my sky
I swear I look in her face and I just want to break out and fly
4 tears in my face and you ain't never heard me cry
[rap, hip-hop and R&B lyrics found on beckerist.com]
I'm richer than all y'all I got a bank full of pride
Ow, started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
n**** I'm the s***, get the f*** up out my toilet
Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' x2
n**** I'm the s***, get the f*** up out my toilet
My paint bubbleish, the motor so vicious
The rims the same color as the wrapper of a kiss
First some hyphee, thump it like a piston
And when I'm in Detroit I be ballin' like a Piston
Boy did I mention I fly like a pigeon
Higher than gas prices, you Las Vegas trickin'
[rap, hip-hop and R&B lyrics found on beckerist.com]
I'm 9 under par in the Bentley golf cart
The Polo be cream but the bottle's Caviar (yeah!)
Weezy I'm sick from all this tourin'
You told me (sip this,) then call me in the morning (yeah)
And I vow I never trust another one ('nother woman)
In my life, and then I got h**** (ah hah)
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
n**** I'm the s***, get the f*** up out my toilet
Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' x2
n**** I'm the s***, get the f*** up out my toilet
See I ain't goin' no where b****
You know a n**** been home honey
Money f*****' r*****ed, called down syndrome money
My cake sick s***, been diagnosed sickle cell brain
The revenue stream got a disease like a jail bed
Like a mattress from Sing-Sing or way down to Comstock
These b****** call me bling king I s*** when the bomb drop
And sprinkle diamonds all over n***** flawless in D-Class
Then twinkle like a shine, just like a sparkle from clean glass
They movin' on a n**** as I walk through the valley, ready?
And zoom in with the cameras like I'm d***in' down Halle Berry
My money help me do things that you n****'s can't believe
Like purchase persons, places all them things that you can't conceive
Like interactin' with women the caliber of Janet
I sit and master my vision and massacre the planet
I hope you n****'s know just what it is
[rap, hip-hop and R&B lyrics found on beckerist.com]
While I'm countin' my paper n****'s know I'm handlin' my biz
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
n**** I'm the s***, get the f*** up out my toilet
Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' x2
n**** I'm the s***, get the f*** up out my toilet
I will be transcribing the lyrics to Tha Carter 3 over the next
couple days. Keep checking back for updates. This is track 12.