the stars, bullets and fast cars And everybody bleed out here, word to God [Lil Wayne] Now Blood the fuck up Everyday's a gamble muthafucker, tough luck And
up on the necklace And I keep them clipse on a dresser Yes sir, I'm bout bar, Louis bag and fuck em all Bitches money and fast car, nigga I want it all
shit) Solo cause my niggas all locked up in the pen Here we go again, 2010, 28? rims Slammed them hardcore like Lil? Kim Get money, then me and my entourage
left Cali and went on tour with Ne-Yo and Ghost Big gave her one more chance, and she took Big down I should've knew it, shot G, and 'Pac told ya she
bank then Head to the barbershop to get chopped up Hearing war stories who dead and who locked up Who snitching, who pitching and who knocked up Fuck
told me money make the world go round, and Uncle Luke showed me how to make my girl go down. I've been around HIP HOP since '85, she had her ups and downs
York, I be in Midtown, up and down Broadway Having meetings all day, baby my future is (bright) As Lebron's, take off on anybody Tyra Banks on my arm, and
. don't stand for entertainment, Stands for 0 to 60, anybody see where Game went? To the hood, parked crooked behind that chained fence, And I'm going down
then the Yankees got New York pennants, Cuz we Dodgers and Impalas with the windows tinted, I duck shots where Venus and Sarena used to play tennis, And
up cuz, what's up blood What's up cuz, what's up wankstas What's up cuz, what's up blood What's up cuz, what's up wankstas [Chorus] [Verse 2: Techniec
from the dead to address the beef Kiss my converse bitch and accept defeat Cause I hate it when bullies try to test the weak Thats when I go bishop and juice and
Respect the flow, better yet respect the dough He get respect like rich and po' Fuck a 9 to 5, I'd rather wake up and spit bars And your wife, known to
bag of 'dro Hit snatch with my khakis on, Aladdin Lounge In Mark Jacobs denim and Don Magli's on I'm a gangsta and the birds they love it 20 with a babyface and
to contain your whole, clique for hours The end result will probably be, pinewood and flowers So I'll advise you deduct your QP's and powder We gangsters and
on a track like Just Blaze, I look down on hoes and look up to Dre, cause ain't... [CHORUS] No More Fun and Games. [scratches and mix-ins] [VERSE 2]
The Game] Fast cars, money and muscle, the hustle I was brought up in the 80's Gangbangin, dope traffic, shit get crazy From where niggaz grow up hard
hotel There's nothin to a boss, man we live it up Smash for the cash and respect so when we mash niggaz give it up I got no time for that fake shit Jersey