G'd Up Lyrics - Lil Wayne

Lil Wayne] 

Wake your punk ass up for the two double oh five brother 

Young Money, the future 

Hot boy in the building 

Rock hard, hard rock hard body got it in the ceiling, yeah 

I got burners in the basement money in the mattress 

Yo look at their faces, taste it 

Yeah I'm nasty right 

But my bapes so clean and white look like there's no laces 

But I'm not your cow 

So I dont walk around with my tongue out 

Got a little dough 

So I can't walk around with my gun out 

So I keep my gun in 

Waitin for you to come in 

I'm comin with that Bang Bang Bugaloo 

Hey stop lookin at me, hater 

Or it's gonna be "damn, I ain't look at you" 

Now look at us, and if you is I bet you lookin up 

How I come with Young Money in the clutch, like Mike 

Make me take your lunch money or brunch and your punch 

Its Weezy Church! 

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Well I was just ridin in my city ain't stoppin for a hater 

Make that get off my face if you ain't talkin about cake 

And if you're talkin to my boys get ya brains blowed out 

Like the top of every car we probably drive this summer 

We G'd Up 

We G'd Up 

You know we G'd Up 

We G'd Up 

You know we 

It ain't a secret I got my cake up 

My rims so big girls checkin their make-up in them 

Yeah, the watchband on my Jacob the same color as my bapesters 

Harder than from Japan and I'm fittin to change my name to "You-the-Man" 

Cause when I ride by girls tell me "You the man" 

Yeah, Curren$y the hot spitter yes I am 

Rockin the white polo and a pair of plaid pants 

I'm on the block in fly boy stance with my argyle socks and my white and green stans 

Yeah, thats Adidas homie 

I'm chasin this paper cause I need this money 

Left one of my girls alone, she's so lonely 

Don't even want to eat no more, she gettin' boney 

Yeah, haters see me and say "He's so phoney" 

Cause I left the price tag on my eveets with woodey 

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Well I was just ridin in my city ain't stoppin for a hater 

Make that get off my face if you ain't talkin about cake 

And if you're talkin to my boys get ya brains blowed out 

Like the top of every car we probably drive this summer 

We G'd Up 

We G'd Up 

You know we G'd Up (Im G'd up homie) 

We G'd Up (Maine for President) 

You know we (Lets get it) 

I'm tryna cop a house in the East for my shop uptown 

Ride up Apple and E and pop uptown 

When the time cats run and hide upton 

When I'm on tour the only time I'm not uptown 

Now don't be wiggin off that E and get F'd up 

Thinkin that you're G'd up boy you better ease up 

We bleed the hood, the hood bleed us 

But every time we hit the hood, the people hollerin out "Jesus" 

Become lil nasty, product of his environment 

Micky Dees firin, the postal wasn't hirin 

Everyday the boy went to sleep to the sirens 

And them people swingin round here and they inquirin 

Who that is supplyin all that love? 

I wouldn't of crept but I was hollerin out "What up blood" 

When your relative when I was hollenin "What up cuz" if necessary 

My pa was a beast, its hereditary, chyea 

Well I was just ridin in my city ain't stoppin for a hater 

Make that get off my face if you ain't talkin about cake 

And if you're talkin to my boys get ya brains blowed out 

Like the top of every car we probably drive this summer 

We G'd Up 

We G'd Up 

You know we G'd Up 

We G'd Up 

You know we 

Young Money 

(Young Money boy) 

Young Money 

(Young Money boys we so fly) 

We the Future 

(Cash Money boy) 

(Cash Money boy) 

Well I was Just 

Young Maine, Mack Mack Maine 

The Hot Spitta, The Hot The Hot Spitta 

Wizzle F. Baby, please say the baby 

If not 

(haha) 

Shut Up