Hittas

Is it true you performed with Willie Nelson at the Country Music Awards? I don't know, but I know I did perform at this bad ass bitch birthday party recently She was crazy, stupid thick Mack in here, Scoob here in here with me Tell them hoes get they mind right, tell them niggas back up Man, I heard the truth is hard to swallow, do you have cups? Used the rope to hang myself to tie a money bag up Tell 'em get they iron right before Iron-Man come Tell 'em bring my car around Tell 'em bitches lap up I'ma cut this music down Tell 'em put they AP's up Tell 'em throw they pride out Roll them windows back up Money in the air, who say white men can't jump? Catch that nigga late night on the phone at a gas pump Let me get the phone and the car once it's gassed up Ak-47 make a sittin' duck stand up I could let it blast, but I much rather have one Tell 'em bring my car around Tell 'em bitches lap up Then them hoes get passed down Then them hoes get passed up Sittin' on this money to me feel like a cactus I'm stickin' to this shit You would've been have hopped yo' ass up Tell 'em, I got hittas whoadie (hittas whoadie) I got, yeah I got plenty whoadie (plenty whoadie) I got hittas whoadie (hittas whoadie) I got, yeah I got plenty whoadie I got hittas whoadie Yeah I got plenty whoadie And they just wait for the word This shit like Wheel of Fortune Goddamn, these snitches nosy Goddamn, these snitches nosy Nigga, I'm a ass with that semi Call me semicolon Yeah I got hittas whoadie Yeah I got plenty whoadie They kick the door and kill yo' ass And leave the children snoring I'm sippin' lean out a glass Make me feel important I made some green in the past And now it's good as golden Yeah Clearly, Lil' Wayne answers to no one Tell 'em, I got hittas whoadie (hittas whoadie) I got, yeah I got plenty whoadie (plenty whoadie) I got hittas whoadie (hittas whoadie) I got, yeah I got plenty whoadie I'm so lifted, I'm so lifted I wrote my will in hieroglyphics Weezy, where you been? The people miss you Crickets I got hittas and they not kidders That's my niggas You got niggas but they not hittas They got jitters, they get hit up I'm placin' figures on your niggas Takin' bidders, yo' bae yo' niggas Don't make a difference I got shooters, on pharmaceut' They armed and brutal Armed intruders, 'cause we don't doodle We draw conclusions I got sprayers, all type of sprayers We gon' need Google I got paper, on top of paper We gon' need rulers I'm effective, been doin' numbers since Roman numerals Strong as sumo, we armed as usual My hittas hungry Charleston Chew you, bazookas chew you Just like Bazookas, don't confuse 'em We only hittas, y'all only humans Don't get hit up, whoadie 'Cause I got hittas, whoadie He's a very small child And I just said he was a genius, you know what I'm sayin'? Which I used to pray, and ask the Lord to send me one You know, he did He say he's so smart, I can't teach him nothin' He's, he's done been here before