Juelz Santana, Lil Wayne - Home Run lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Juelz Santana, Lil Wayne - Home Run lyrics]
Ai, im baaaack
Wake up in the mornin with one thought
I gotta get it then I hop up in the shower
Had my bitch already in it
While she wipe me down, I stroke her breasts
Hopped out the shower soaking wet
I’m already fly and I ain’t even
Put my clothes on yet cuz
They get fly
(they get fly) , I am fly (I am fly)
They get fly
(they get fly) , I am fly (I am fly)
They get fly
(they get fly) , I am fly (I am fly)
Aight, ya niggas know me!
Now I got money on money
And bitches on bitches
Bring my chopper to the office
Let it handle all my bidness
I got money on my mind
And I’m thinking all day
Keep a bad bitch to fuck me
When I had a long day
Cuz my money make money and
My bitches get bitches
Bring my chopper to the office
Let it handle all my bidness
I get baseball money
Check my home run average
Take over the game and let
My homeboys have it
Uh, aight
Ok I’m up to the plate, homerun is gone
You know what that means
Time to bring that money home
Brown paper bags still talk that money
And my money make money I
Don’t touch that money
I got money mad at me yeah upset money
I got money over money thats bunk bed money
Crib so spacious, whip so matrix
Nigga like me move quick, no patience
Rockstar life, everyday clique wasted
Everyday’s a long day
I get money the long way
Go to sleep then wake up with it
Bed full of naked bitches
They know I got that juice and
They just want a taste, a sippin’
I be battin’, they be pitchin’
Barry Bonds the way I hit it
Listen, they get fly
(they get fly) , I am fly (am fly)
Aight, ya niggas know me!
Uhhh i’m international like my fucking visa
Swag on Easter, that wrist on freezer
That bitch on diva, waist on heater
Lungs on reefer, pockets on pizza
And when it come to gettin
Dough I’ma roll like Pita (yup)
Coke on the scale, Libra
Hail Mary niggas, no Mother Teresa
Aight, I’m forever on my grind (grind)
Cuz you can freeze the watch but
You can never freeze the time (no)
You pop shit, I show shit
You got shit, I own shit
That fly shit, I’m on it
I’m hot shit, you novice
Man, ok I’m up to the plate, homerun is gone
You know what that means
It’s time to bring that money home
Wake up in the mornin with one thought
I gotta get it then I hop up in the shower
Had my bitch already in it
While she ride me down, I stroke her breasts
Hopped out the shower soaking wet
I’m already fly and I ain’t even
Put my clothes on yet cuz
They get fly
(they get fly) , I am fly (I am fly)
Aight, ya niggas know me!
Wake up in the mornin with one thought
I gotta get it then I hop up in the shower
Had my bitch already in it
While she wipe me down, I stroke her breasts
Hopped out the shower soaking wet
I’m already fly and I ain’t even
Put my clothes on yet cuz
They get fly
(they get fly) , I am fly (I am fly)
They get fly
(they get fly) , I am fly (I am fly)
They get fly
(they get fly) , I am fly (I am fly)
Aight, ya niggas know me!
Now I got money on money
And bitches on bitches
Bring my chopper to the office
Let it handle all my bidness
I got money on my mind
And I’m thinking all day
Keep a bad bitch to fuck me
When I had a long day
Cuz my money make money and
My bitches get bitches
Bring my chopper to the office
Let it handle all my bidness
I get baseball money
Check my home run average
Take over the game and let
My homeboys have it
Uh, aight
Ok I’m up to the plate, homerun is gone
You know what that means
Time to bring that money home
Brown paper bags still talk that money
And my money make money I
Don’t touch that money
I got money mad at me yeah upset money
I got money over money thats bunk bed money
Crib so spacious, whip so matrix
Nigga like me move quick, no patience
Rockstar life, everyday clique wasted
Everyday’s a long day
I get money the long way
Go to sleep then wake up with it
Bed full of naked bitches
They know I got that juice and
They just want a taste, a sippin’
I be battin’, they be pitchin’
Barry Bonds the way I hit it
Listen, they get fly
(they get fly) , I am fly (am fly)
Aight, ya niggas know me!
Uhhh i’m international like my fucking visa
Swag on Easter, that wrist on freezer
That bitch on diva, waist on heater
Lungs on reefer, pockets on pizza
And when it come to gettin
Dough I’ma roll like Pita (yup)
Coke on the scale, Libra
Hail Mary niggas, no Mother Teresa
Aight, I’m forever on my grind (grind)
Cuz you can freeze the watch but
You can never freeze the time (no)
You pop shit, I show shit
You got shit, I own shit
That fly shit, I’m on it
I’m hot shit, you novice
Man, ok I’m up to the plate, homerun is gone
You know what that means
It’s time to bring that money home
Wake up in the mornin with one thought
I gotta get it then I hop up in the shower
Had my bitch already in it
While she ride me down, I stroke her breasts
Hopped out the shower soaking wet
I’m already fly and I ain’t even
Put my clothes on yet cuz
They get fly
(they get fly) , I am fly (I am fly)
Aight, ya niggas know me!