Lucci Lou: Little nigga in a 2-Door six Show my ass as you can see, no shit I'm talking straight off the showroom shit When you're talking about weight, I'm the nigga they get By the way, I'm in a six with your chick 45 on my hip, don't trip or hear this: [Bang] I'm talking point-blank bitch First you had it on your mind, now you can't think shit Yeah Lucci crazy Fall up in the spot, all Gucci baby Quick to do your lady Send her on a date, when she's through she pays me Now that's pimpin' dog Quick to slap a ho if she piss me off Then it's back to the kitchen ??? Wrap them hoes up then I ship them off
Chorus: Well a little bit of money never hurt nobody But if you're trying to take mine, i'mma hurt somebody And i'mma ball up until I'm dead and gone We don't want no problems, boy you don't want no problems
Lil' Wayne: Uh Talk that shit, get your shit fucked up Got a bitch who chop dicks and a bitch who cuts nuts, which one of these hoes you want? Pimp Call my nigga Fee, say he in for the night Saw a nigga I was beefin' with at a red light On his forehead was a little red light Put his ass to sleep, don't let the bed bugs bite I'm telling you dog AK-47 and all Big nuts bitch, medicine balls I'm high as shit, I see heaven and all And I ain't lying, I'm flying. Pelican yall But don't fuck with me, stay celibate dog Picture this shit: the bitch who you with wanna hop on my dick, and never get off Never get off I mean- I mean even when I tell her "get off" Ol' fruity ass nigga One head shot, watch your watermelon come off Aaaagh Young Mula baby! Hey Flow, let's race our Bugattis
[Hook]
Bridge: Hey, now when the hell's money been a problem, I can't tell Lord knows I ain't never seen a rich man mad as hell That's why I'm working all night long til I make my bail And i've been on my mail