Artist: Lil Wayne f/ Big Tymers, TQ Album: 500 Degreez Song: Way of Life Typed by: firstname.lastname@example.org [Intro: Mannie Fresh] Look right here, this how we gon do this Hook up the turn tables, whoof get on the keyboard And we gon run this for you, ya heard? Yeah, check it out [Female] Cash Money... Cash Money... Cash Money... Cash Money... [Lil Wayne] Ay, let me slide in the Benz with the fished-out fins Hit the mall wit my girlfriends dish out ends Cause you know it ain't trickin if you got it Copped baby girl what she desired It's chump change ma, marijuana scholar Know'n what I got up in my styrafoam cup - that purple stuff It was given to me at birth to stun So that's why I cop the Bentley with the leather and the furry cups [Baby] Hey, hold on mami them whips on dubs Cadillac Truck, 28's, no rubs Slide in the Benz, fins, bubble-eyed lens Car show in New York, y'all know who wins It's the Birdman daddy, with the Gucci Prada Slant back Cup Truck, no rims - can't holla It's that Louie Fendi on Ostrich streets It's the tailor-made daddy, mami do you love me? [Chorus: TQ] Baby, I'm a stunna I ain't gon change it Don't.. you.. know.. it's a way of life? Mami, do you want it? Cause I'm about to bring it Oh baby, can't stop the stun, no, no [Baby] Pop one, pop two with the new Nike shoes Royal blue jag on 'em 22's Slippers, white to breate, 500 Degreez In that Cadillac Truck on 'em 23's I'm the boss of the game with the money and fame All these, naked women that pop champagne And these, marble floors stay high as Rick James If you know my name then you know my game [Lil Wayne] It's Lil' Whodi from the Hot Block where seris flow Gotta get dough, cha'll won't feel me broke But, y'all don't hear me though Til I'm rolling down my window where my grill is show And you know I probably pump it through the hood on them 24's Word, rims poking out the side of the err Glock, have ya ribs poking out the side of your shirt I'm a 17 nigga and I ride through the turf [Chorus] [Lil Wayne] Hey, and my pinky glow cause my rings is so... Blingy blingy, yo stop blinking though We smoke stinky stinky dro And we don't cop them incy wincy o's And we don't stop, nah, we blow Fuck the pee-ple Everywhere we go we smell like ick yo Birdman, my Paw so that make me go.. fly like an eagle, fasheezy [Baby] See they think cause I stay English turn That stunna don't ever OZ to burn I go in each sto' and ball like a dog Me and my niggs ball like a dog Cars on my streets, all on the lawn Ice in my teeth, all on my arm Tats in my face, my back and my arm [Lil Wayne] Tats in my face, my back and my arm [Chorus] [Outro: Mannie Fresh] Yo, there it is, ya lil' low life See, I'm a professional - you a rookie Fuck, a game so serious I could sell a hooker some pussy That's some serious shit Oh yeah, believe that Who we rollin wit? We rollin wit Cash Money Oh, I forgot about peace - Peace! I mean.. piece of pussy, piece of land, piece of property Just a mind game Piece of mind, ya know Piece of something, motherfucker!