[Hook: Lil Wayne] "Pyong" on the Yamaha, chromed out 11 hundred What I'm doing? Getting money. What we doing? Getting money What they doing? Hating on me, but they never cross Cash Money still the company and bitch I'm the boss And I be stuntin' like my daddy, stuntin' like my daddy Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy I'm the Young Stunna, stuntin' like my daddy Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Yeah bitch I'm paid, that's all I gotta say Can't see you little niggas cause the money in the way And I'm - I'm sitting high, a gansta ride, blades If you ain't gonna ride fly than you might as well hate Shit, I gotta eat, yeah, even though I ate No it ain't my birthday but I got my name on my cake Shit, believe that: if your mans wanna play I'mma fuck around and put that boy's brains on the gate Hey pick em up! Fuck em, let em lay Where I'm from we see a fuckin' dead body everyday That's - Uptown! Throw a stack at em Make a song about me, I'm throwing shots back at 'em Ya bitch on my pipe, and she like a crack addict She saw me cooking eggs and she thought I was back at it I grab the keys, "ho I gotta go" I got my motorcycle jacket and my motorcycle locs
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[Verse 2: Birdman] Shorty, 98's, 45 paper plates Tint the whole thang, big money heavyweight A hundred stacks, spend 50 on a Caddy, 25 on the pinky Bought a pound of blow and bounced back Matching grills, big houses on the hill Got them hoes in the kitchen all cooking, paying bills I start to holler, dollar after dollar Flipping chickens, getting tickets. Want the money and the power Born Stunna, Uptown hunter 3rd ward G, nigga, been about money Ice chunky, Birdman, red monkeys White Tees on the chromed-out 11 hundreds You know we shine every summer, we grind every summer And this is how we spend money You see them Bentleys and them Lambs' Them ounces and them grams, bitch we was born hustlas
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[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Yeah when I was 16 I bought my first Mercedes Benz I must've fucked a thousand bitches and a girlfriend White leather, hot new bare rims Brand new pistol with a trigger like a hair pin Big work, we don't need a scale man! Big papers: say "good morning" to the mailman What you know about putting bricks in the spare, man? I can stuff a coupe like a motherfuckin' caravan I'm in my zone, my form is so rare, man If there's a throne, you lookin' at the chairman How you want it, show me my opponent *Munching noises* Show me my opponent I'm still ballin, a bullet gotta get me And I've never been a pussy cause my hood never let me A made nigga, got made niggas with me I'm a motorcycle boy, so I'm about to park the Bentley Description 2 Contributors ? The song that started a motorcycle craze among rappers — pyong!