The Cataracs, Lil Wayne - Little Wayne lyrics

Sipping lean riding on the Bay
Bridge back to Berkley
Promethazine got me nodding out
Thinking bout tonight I get to see my baby
But first I got to pick some
Things up from the town

I gotta rica, rica, rica
I need that Bobby, that Whitney
I gotta rica, rica, rica
I need that Lindsay Lohan, that Kirk Cobain
I gotta rica, rica, rica
I need that Mac Dre, that Yao Ming
I gotta rica, rica, rica
I need that Bob Marley, that Lil Wayne

Things get with me
I ain't helping nobody get clean
Skinny Joe want some blow, rest of wants a
Well I know it ain't right
But I know it'll weigh out on a triple beam
Rest in ghetto my friend, I gotta, I gotta
I gotta

I gotta rica, rica, rica
I need that Bobby, that Whitney
I gotta rica, rica, rica
I need that Lindsay Lohan, that Kirk Cobain
I gotta rica, rica, rica
I need that Mac Dre, that Yao Ming
I gotta rica, rica, rica
I need that Bob Marley, that Lil Wayne

Money to be made best
Believe a nigga glocking
I run it myself, like a quarterback option
I pitch her 10 G's
Tell the bitch to go shopping
She buy herself some clothes and she
Brought me back a chopper
See niggas wanna kick it, but no
I don't play soccer i'm all about my cake
I'm tryna marry Betty Crocker
My package on the way
You know my whip game proper
And off of one key I see 70, 000 dollars
(hit me)

I gotta rica, rica, rica
I need that Bobby, that Whitney
I gotta rica, rica, rica
I need that Lindsay Lohan, that Kirk Cobain
I gotta rica, rica, rica
I need that Mac Dre, that Yao Ming
I gotta rica, rica, rica
I need that Bob Marley, that Lil Wayne

I gotta rica, rica, rica
I gotta rica, rica, rica
I gotta rica, rica, rica