Lil Wayne, JAY-Z - Put My Money lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Wayne, JAY-Z - Put My Money lyrics]
I all nighted, I every dayed it
And when it comes to my dues, I over payed it
Rated hood bitch, Bitch I'm hood bitch
I ain't an asshole, but I'm on some hood shit
I wish I would switch, I don't know how
Blood gang sworm like a red ant pile
Mean mug, like I can't smile
Like my grill didn't cost me a 100 thou
Put my money, money where my mouth is
Naw, I don't fuck around, stay on my JO-
Hov' been about that dough since
I was a day old oh, push perico if I need to
For the Root of Evil
Was born in the belly: that's the
Way the streets breed you
One life to live - notice you get no sequel
So I truly got to live
This like my last movie
6 oohie, jewels dripping, big tooly
I ball for real: y'all niggas is Sam Bowie
And with the third pick
I made the earth sick
MJ, him Jay, fade-away, perfect
I rhyme sicker than every rhyme-spitter
Every crime-nigga that rhyme or touch a mic
Because my mind's quicker
I'm a '88er, 9-6 to "Reasonable Doubt"
Temper short don't take much
To squeeze you out yeah you shining
But the only thing you're leaving out
You're a candle in the sun -
That shit don't even out
And when it comes to my dues, I over payed it
Rated hood bitch, Bitch I'm hood bitch
I ain't an asshole, but I'm on some hood shit
I wish I would switch, I don't know how
Blood gang sworm like a red ant pile
Mean mug, like I can't smile
Like my grill didn't cost me a 100 thou
Put my money, money where my mouth is
Naw, I don't fuck around, stay on my JO-
Hov' been about that dough since
I was a day old oh, push perico if I need to
For the Root of Evil
Was born in the belly: that's the
Way the streets breed you
One life to live - notice you get no sequel
So I truly got to live
This like my last movie
6 oohie, jewels dripping, big tooly
I ball for real: y'all niggas is Sam Bowie
And with the third pick
I made the earth sick
MJ, him Jay, fade-away, perfect
I rhyme sicker than every rhyme-spitter
Every crime-nigga that rhyme or touch a mic
Because my mind's quicker
I'm a '88er, 9-6 to "Reasonable Doubt"
Temper short don't take much
To squeeze you out yeah you shining
But the only thing you're leaving out
You're a candle in the sun -
That shit don't even out