"911" lyrics
All this money, bitch, I look like money
All this money, she in love with money
Dirty game, nigga, you can't put your trust in nothing
When I came up in the game, ain't knew I was gon' have these hundreds
You was talking shit on the gang, nigga, you out, you done
I pulled up with that flame, you called 911
I'm an inspiration to the gang
I get money, fuck that fame
My bitch bad, got no shame
Bought a new car, switching lanes
I got booked, not detained
Almost crashed out thirty ways
And I was broke, had dirty days
Robbing niggas, had dirty ways
Sipping on drank, nigga, I'm Lil Wayne
[?] shades
Thumbs, they red from thumbing
Bad-ass bitch and I think she from London
Too many hoes, man, keep the bitches coming
Chinese food, man, turn him to a dumpling
She eat me like Chinese food, man, she eat me like a dumpling
And I'm off lean, man, I'm falling, I'm stumbling
I fell off the lean, nigga, I need Life Alert
And I get more money than a clerk
Sit at home, get a bag, I don't gotta work
My chopper like a bitch, I'm making it twerk
Selling lean, I ain't selling no Percs
Bricks of weed, I be selling the work
In the trap and we going berserk
Ain't talking Soulja Boy, but I did it first
Ray J, nigga, I hit it first
I'm rare, you can't even pay for a verse
Heal pain, I be sipping on syrup
I killed a bear how I'm rocking this fur
She say that I do it better
Getting this money, you know that I'm counting up cheddar
Keep me a Glock, a Beretta
I can feel when a nigga tryna set up a setup
Hit my plug and you know that we met up
She ate me like mustard, nigga, ketchup
Pockets on fat, Nutty Professor
Money so long, you can't even measure
All this money, she in love with money
Dirty game, nigga, you can't put your trust in nothing
When I came up in the game, ain't knew I was gon' have these hundreds
You was talking shit on the gang, nigga, you out, you done
I pulled up with that flame, you called 911
I'm an inspiration to the gang
I get money, fuck that fame
My bitch bad, got no shame
Bought a new car, switching lanes
I got booked, not detained
Almost crashed out thirty ways
And I was broke, had dirty days
Robbing niggas, had dirty ways
Sipping on drank, nigga, I'm Lil Wayne
[?] shades
Thumbs, they red from thumbing
Bad-ass bitch and I think she from London
Too many hoes, man, keep the bitches coming
Chinese food, man, turn him to a dumpling
She eat me like Chinese food, man, she eat me like a dumpling
And I'm off lean, man, I'm falling, I'm stumbling
I fell off the lean, nigga, I need Life Alert
And I get more money than a clerk
Sit at home, get a bag, I don't gotta work
My chopper like a bitch, I'm making it twerk
Selling lean, I ain't selling no Percs
Bricks of weed, I be selling the work
In the trap and we going berserk
Ain't talking Soulja Boy, but I did it first
Ray J, nigga, I hit it first
I'm rare, you can't even pay for a verse
Heal pain, I be sipping on syrup
I killed a bear how I'm rocking this fur
She say that I do it better
Getting this money, you know that I'm counting up cheddar
Keep me a Glock, a Beretta
I can feel when a nigga tryna set up a setup
Hit my plug and you know that we met up
She ate me like mustard, nigga, ketchup
Pockets on fat, Nutty Professor
Money so long, you can't even measure
