Right Above It Lyrics - I'm Not A Human Being - Lil Wayne

Now tell me how you love it 

You know you at the top when only heaven's right above it 

We onnn, cause we onnnnn 

Who else really tryna fuck with Hollywood Cole? I'm with Marley G bro 

Flying Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows 

And I wanna tell you something that you prolly should know 

This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow 

And uhhhh, my real friends never hearin' from me 

Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me 

That's why I pick and choose, I don't get shit confused 

I got a small circle, I'm not with different crews 

We walk the same path, but got on different shoes 

Live in the same building, but we got different views 

I got a couple cars I never get to use 

Don't like my women single, I like my chicks in twos 

And these days all the girls is down to roll 

I hit the strip club and all them bitches find a pole 

Plus I been sippin' so this shit is movin' kinda slow 

Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go 

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Now tell me how you love it 

You know you at the top when only heaven's right above it 

We onnn 

It's Young Money motherfucker 

If you ain't runnin' with it, run from it motherfucker 

Alright 

Now somebody show some money in this bitch 

And I got my B's with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig? 

I got my gun in my boo purse 

And I don't bust back because I shoot first 

Meet me on the fresh train 

Yes I'm in the building, you just on the list of guest names 

And all of my riders do not give a fuck, X Games 

Guns turn you boys into pussies, sex change 

And I smoke 'til I got chest pains 

And you niggas know I rep my gang like Jesse James 

Women are possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne 

I been fly so long I fell asleep on the fuckin' plane 

Skinny pants and some Vans 

Call me Triple A, get my advance in advance, Amen 

As the world spin and dance in my hands 

Life is a beach, I'm just playin' in the sand 

Photos 

Uh, wake up and smell the pussy 

You niggas can't see me, but never overlook me 

I'm on a paper trail, it ain't no tellin' where it took me 

Yeah, and I ain't a killer but don't push meeeee 

Now tell me how you love it 

You know you at the top when only heaven's right above it 

We onnn 

It's Young Money motherfucker 

If you ain't runnin' with it, run from it motherfucker 

Alright 

Now somebody show some money in this bitch 

And I got my B's with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig? 

I got my gun in my boo purse 

And I don't bust back because I shoot first 

Uhh, how do he say what's never said? 

Beautiful black woman, I bet that bitch look better red 

Limpin' off tour cause I made more off my second leg 

Motherfuckin' Birdman Junior, eleventh grade 

Ball on automatic start 

I could hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw 

Wildcat offense, check the paw prints 

We in the building, you niggas in apartments 

Uh, no-now c'mon be my blood donor 

Flow so nice, you ain't gotta put a rug on her 

Do it big and let the small fall under that 

Damn, where you stumbled at? 

From where they make gumbo at 

Kane got the fuckin' beat jumpin' like a jumping jack 

And you know me, I get on this bitch and have a heart attack 

Hip Hop I'm the heart of that, nigga nothin' short of that 

President Carter, Young Money Democrat 

Uhh 

Now tell me how you love it 

You know you at the top when only heaven's right above it 

We onnn 

It's Young Money motherfucker 

If you ain't runnin' with it, run from it motherfucker 

Alright 

Now somebody show some money in this bitch (yeah) 

And I got my B's with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig? (soo woo) 

And I got my gun in my boo purse (5 Star) 

And I don't bust back because I shoot first (yeahh, alright) 

Yeahh 

We onnn 

Young Mu-Young Mula babyyy