Lil Wayne, Brisco - New Cash Money lyrics

Hahaha uh oh
Brisco the new Cash Money
Believe that! Hahaha
Ugh (yeah, yeah)

I'm from the cocaine era
Packs in my stroller
Two beepers and a flip, Star Tech Motorola
(What up)
Bally silks (Ugh) , Kangol tilts (Kill it)
Stand straight when the boss talkin
Hush your lips mob-affiliated contract hit's
I let the street declare war
When you want that beef
(Want that beef, yeah)
Talk cheap, get money, I was taught to ride
Loyalty came first
And we don't switch no sides
I'm a savage on the block
Nickel rocks and heroin hopes (yeah)
I walked the ghetto like them
But I was taking my notes
(I was taking my notes, Wayne)
Certified goon
(yeah) , the lock's on standby (What up)
I just need a couple real
Niggas I can stand by (yeah, C-M-B)
A bad bitch with hips (Ugh)
And two niggas on the interstate
Taking them trips (Let's get it, 12)
I'm into carats like Bugs Bunny (yeah)
Young Brisco
(Ugh) , the New Cash Money (Haha)

Wayne! Yeah
Hello, world hahaha
That was the homie, Brisco i am Weezy FB
And we are them Cash Money Boys
You dig? Hahaha, yeah

One! Reportin' live from the booth (yeah)
I'm killing these bitches
Young Wayne Carruth (Kill 'em, Wayne)
Untamed and loose blunts, drank and juice
I was once a spark into a flame, it grew
I don't complain to you don't complain to me
Everbody got beef, and I just came to eat
I'm in the game for keeps if you in my lane
I beep (Ugh)
I been running this shit
And I never sprained my knee
And guess who came home? Ronnie the OG (yeah)
He still on papers, nigga, we never free
And for my homie Streets, I'ma twist one up
He can't even hit the kush he
Gotta piss in a cup (Ugh)
What is this on my wrist?
Shit is sicker than "ugh"
Yo, Brisco, there ain't a sky bigger than us
(yeah) what's good? I'm in Diamonds is
You tipping or what? (yeah)
I took your bitch and she ain't coming
Back to work for a month

Weezy Baby (Ugh)
Cool, that's cool, let 'em live, Weez
You already know what it is ahem
Yeah, don't be scared now tell 'em, tell 'em
We just got started
But I done already told 'em yeah, ugh, Mack
But they didn't wanna hear me yeah, c'mon
Hahaha! Go!

I'm in the all-red Flying Spur
(Haha) , on Asantis (yeah)
With a bad redbone that
Look something like Ashanti (Ha ha ha)
OK, light brown, Southern tan Medina
(Ugh, ugh)
With a light-brown, thick thing like Trina
(yeah, haha)
Um, you prolly seen us (Uh huh, yeah)
Ripping the streets with no top between us
You're so genius
That's my word, you know I got you, twin
(You know I got you) you a real nigga, dog
Thanks for letting me in (Ugh, Believe that)
Yeah, he in the game now
And I'm betting he win
And I'm the rap landlord
Just collecting my rent (Ugh)
I put the house on Lil' Bris'
We gon' eat this year
(We gon' eat this year)
Silence for the real niggas who
Ain't see this year (Hold up)
Open your eyes
Open your eyes Cash Money has a new face
(yeah, ugh)
And we gon tie the shit up like a shoelace
(Ugh) and that's me, the young hood messiah
'0-7, I'ma set the fucking hood on fire
(Yessir)

Whoa, yeah suh Suh Suh C-M-B
Haha young Money
Listen, man weezy and Brisco
Hahaha get ready
As a matter of fact, you ain't

C-M-B p-O-E
E-Class, what it does?
Brisco Big Chuck, what it does?
Triple C's, Street Mob g-12
Yeah slim and Baby, what it is?
We gon' eat this year ugh
The whole faculty the whole mob
Yeah i know