Lil Wayne: Weezy's ambitions

[DJ Drama:] (oh yea, you thought we was done? Naw)YEA!Money money money get a dollar and a dickWeezy Baby that crack, muthafucka get a fixGot money out the ass, no homo but I'm richBout to go get surgery and put some diamonds on my wrist YESYep, I'm a muthafucking tripI'ma trip to Japan and buy some brand new shitNine hundred to a grand, get you twenty eight gramsIf you talking 'bout bricks, I'm the interstate manAnd the women say damn, them niggas don't say a damn thingBoy I bet that shotty make you bounce like a bed-springWalkin a thin line, gotta defend mineAnd wit no pen I'm sorta like a bomb BOOMYoung tune, yea that's what my people call meFifty thousand for the cross, trying keep the reaper off meI drink a lotta syrup, bitches say I'm sleep walkinBig money for the grill, so I'm never cheap talking, yeaKeep talking and the flame leap off the hipAnd keep sparking, pap pap sleep softlyYea, nap nap, nap sack, three fortiesLike fuck another nigga, nigga just don't be da targetYoung New Orleans nigga, nigga just don't be retardedWe done lost everything and you looking like a bargainPurple weed, purple drink, purple heart sergeantI'm the best rapper in the game no arguingAnd I don't ever write, pauseUn-pause this, so keep ya bitch ass lines inside the marginLil Wayne dot com bitch log inPut a pillow under your knees and keep ya jaws inAll in ya girl mouth, use her like a toiletThey usually want a baller and the young nigga ballingMike Jordan, pardon my swaggieBut my father rich as fuck and all my brothers left the familyWe said fuck it bought two houses in MiamiI can't wait to do cribs, MTV c'mon get at meAny rapper wan get at me, tell ya label contact meDats a hundred for a feature, wanna battle, I'll beat yaI'm a beast, I'm a creature, I'm the son of miss citaMom dukes, my jeter, she the reason, she the reasonEverybody woman wanna beat a boy diva, not evenThere's a 305 diamond I wanted ever since I seen herGot a topic of this evening, hotter than a tub steamingGotcha girlfriend dreaming of one day being TrinaNotta sim seemer, ten ki's in the BeamerGot a white girl driving, couldn't do it much cleanerI'm fly in the sky like that muthafuckin ribbonBitches got my name on em, and the nigga still livingSpend a condo and a club, one bottle won't doTwo bottles won't do, bottles for the whole crew, thanksAnd bring me that Patrone, I don't playNo ice I like my drink straight, not gayAnd bitch that bank come everyday, I'm paidI wish a nigga come invade, get sprayedI stomp a nigga out like I got ten legsThen they fish the nigga up out the lake in ten daysBehave, no ho, I'm on that Rage RovCash Money, Young Money, ho that money age oldAnd can't a cage hold this animal from HollygroveSorry mommy I be stoned, I be, I be, I be blowedGot me copy rock star, Weezy Baby fuck these hoesGotta pay me now for me to even take these hosPrice sizing for a show and the flowSo either Drama is my nigga, or that boy got doeGo figure that's my nigga, that's my nigga, my nerveIf anybody else want it, sixty thousand a verse