Upgrade U (freestyle) Lyrics - Lil Wayne

Make your rules 

Yes sir, 3, ha, I love this shit 

So let me talk my shit 

Okay I'm good 

I know you see the drop 'cause gettin' money is what we on 

Ridin' drop top in the winter with the heat on 

Bad yella bitch, keep my passenger seat warm 

Leg hangin' out the window, you ain't got these on 

Bitch holla it is Lil' Weezy, they cannot see me 

They are like Stevie, I am burin' a ton like Levie 

I circle ya house like B.B, colder then the Hebbie Gebbies 

Never give freebies, seventy five thousand for these fees 

Shit I can get a hundred thousand up in these jeans 

Big stacks my pockets on Creatine 

Young Money, Dipset nigga we a team 

If you don't like it nigga fuck you, no Vaseline 

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I peel off in the Lamborghini like a tangerine 

Got the engine straight shakin' like a tambourine 

Like a bitch with some lips like Angeline, not Joli 

Holy, got flow, I go where no other guy go 

Fuck you hoe I'm so 504 

I hope every snitch die slow 

Hip hop that's my hoe, I know she know 

I like it wet don't won't no dry hoe 

Alright bitch I am D-Boy, no decoy 

And I will straight up destroy any boy or man 

And I prefer money then bitches or just reefer 

We are Young Money bitch and I am the leader 

We are Currency, Mack Maine and D-Raw 

And I just signed a chick named Nikki Menage 

And me I'm still spittin' like a retard 

And these niggas soft they should be rappin' in leotards 

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Nigga we in charge, baby put me in charge 

And I'm just murderin' niggas free of charge 

You dig, just holla back I see you sarge 

I'm so motherfuckin' high I can eat a star 

Yeah let me upgrade ya, you may not be a model 

But I can front page ya 

You know I'm nasty, excuse my behavior 

Let me just taste ya, we can fuck later 

Sittin' in the Coupe lookin' like a racer 

Top peeled back like the skin of a potato 

Seat way back listenin' to Anita Baker 

Ridin' by myself, smokin' weed by the acre 

Holly Grove gator, ain't nobody greater 

Leave you with some bullet holes, the size of craters 

You ain't heard the latest, Weezy F. the greatest 

Battle anybody nigga fuck over ya favorite 

It's a new game and I'm the coach like Avery 

Leave it to the flow, we gettin' dough like a bakery 

I don't really want to but these niggas makin' me 

Put a motherfucker on ice like the Maple Leaves 

That's a hockey team and I ain't on no hockey team 

But I'm a champion, where's the fuckin' Rocky theme? 

Damn, rest in peace Apollo Creed 

I'm a monster everyday is Halloween 

A lot of syrup, a lot of pills and a lot of weed 

And I keep my pockets green like a pot of peas 

And if you hatin baby you can get a side of these 

These nuts in your mouth and can you swallow please? 

Yeah, I'm so hot I freeze 

Big balls and they jangle like a lotta keys 

Even deaf bitches say hi to me 

She tell a blind bitch and she say I gotta see