Lil Wayne: Nigga wit money

[hook:]Work on the kitchen tableWhere the bags at [x3]Work [x2]Imma nigga wit money [x3]And i don't love dat bitchI tell er bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch make me richImma nigga wit moneyAnd i don't love dat bitch[verse 1:]Yea, backpack full of stacks all the bitches love meDon't compare to these rappers im on a diff'rent budgetI ain't even gotta practice never gettin rustyNo i ain't lookin down but i see no one above meThe paper bag brown wit durty green moneyThe bank acount good full of clean moneyFuck chain money, i blow ring moneyI bet that motha fucka neva see tha big moneyMagazine money do a spread on meAnd you can turn ya back but never turn the feds on meRead the note attached we got ya lil homeyWe need bread homey or das ya dead homeyIm like a cordionni (not sure) meet the fucking mobI can get you whacked or give ya ass a jobWeezy f. b. i holla cmbCoca cola classic caffine free[hook][verse 2:]Stop playing wit me stop playin wit me bitchStop playing wit me stop playing wit me bitchImma cash money stunna on my 14 summaDick a bitch down n take erry thang from erNow run to tha kitchen i ain't hungry i ateBitch put 36 o's on my plateSee my paw wuz cookin slabs while my mom wuz cookin dinnerSee my momma iz a cheif n my daddy wuz a dealerGrand daddy was a dealer and my auntie is a killerI hope she kno i luv her, pray the pigs never get erMy brother still a baby n my uncle kinda raised meYaw pray for his wife cuz dat cancer shit iz crazyMy daughters so smart that it scares meHer mother is an angel she's always there for meAnd me im just wild i think i need theropyB-cuz im goin after dat money no matter where it be[hook]