Lyrics:

I Got My Capital Sw Agger Up B
7 32, Yo Know Exactly What This Is
(Freaky, Freaky)
(We A Team Now)
welcome To The Dipset Baby,
(Lil Wayne)
okay, My Leather So Soft But Dont Think I Aint Hard
bitch Say Weezy Make It Rain, I Say Bitch I Aint God
but I Am Gods Son, But You Know I Aint Nas
see, He Got A Positive Aim, And I Aim Nines
man, Little Weezy Got A Style That Even I Cant Find
man, Some Shit Just Be So Hard, I Be Like That Line Aint Mine
and If That Is Under A Gram, Then That Line Aint Mine
and If You Niggas Talking War, Well Bitch, Its Combat Time
hey, I Take Three Ls To The Head: Love, Live, Life, Then Im Dead
young Money, Dipset, Thats What This Is
and If I Aint Good Looking, You Can Bet My Bitch Is
i Done Made It Off Apple Street Like It Was 2300 Jackson Street
young Money, Cant Join em Nor Beat em
where The Fuck Is Robin Leech When You Need Him?
a Rich Nigga Cant Even Buy Freedom
thats Why I Give My White Bitches Everything But Freedom
i Do My White Bitches Anything But Beat em
and If They Like Rat Poison, Then Ima Feed em
im Sophisticated, Fresh From Antarctica My Wrist Just Made It
im Rich Bitch, I Aint Broke No More
but I Will Still Chop You Up And Feed Your Ass To The Poor
im bout My Cream Like A Smore
you Old Ass Rappers Better Stay On Tour
youre Like 44, I Got A 44, Im 24
i Could Murk You And Come Home When Im 44