Up When My Bandwagon Pull Up They Hop On Board They Hop Right On Mine and Hop Right Off Yours I Get Respect Homie All Across The Board I Get A Quarter Mill
I'm a king and them lames started laughing Saying sucker now I want the king on the track I composed several classics You know like top back, dope boys, Bring em out, and
and that nigga Pill In Brazil, and this shit is real, got bad hoes and that whippet pill One week and we get the deal, one day and I fucked the bitch
might circle, hats down low in the Range Switch lanes, change my tire, peel out Real loud on the stage yo, I shitted on your hood kid I shitted on your
' I weave through tracks like extensions (nigga) I'm ridin' for chips like on time on motorcycles And for looters to get trifle I'm like a chink on a
, cus them jack boys back track Half a quarter mill in da brown louie nap sack (Chorus x2) The only thing bout me, kid i got swag The way I count it up and
' whale, but my name Wale Hoes call me 'Mr. Never Wear The Same Thang' You redundant, you never ever change And I'm the same way, MIA And me, Cool, and
into the kill zone, baby, it's on I pack the twin nine mills that'll lift your dome Chrome pump with double eyed slots and such A fully-auto Mac-dime
way Oh no, me flow so dark and me hat so low Me never ever ask to become solo Now me head so hot, and me dreads so cold Me so cold (Me come and say) [
raised a fucking thug Money on my mind, imagine what's up in the trunk And it get me to the life of funk driver store's thug On the other ridges feeling
-eight-seven That's how it is and I gotsta have it in the nine-quat Mission, to check a mill and still be real Thuggin' on the glock-glock, creepin' on
in the hill with my mind on mill Piece of chain swingin?, bank roll, shiny grill Baby, I got million dollar dreams with my mind on cream I?m in that mean green machine, clean on
holes and pissy elevators I went from playing the same block to Bangkok So I can get money between raindrops And my piece so heavy I pop a chain a week And
Shaq's, and two T-Mac's, dirty [Chorus 1 - Nelly] I - am - number one, no matter if you like it Here take it sit down and write it I - am - number one
right like mac mall 'Cuz it act like you can?t rap at all We havin' jobs and swingin' on platinum balls So don?t get flat on your walls An get snatched
this fool up on 75th who had a safe and a whole lot of yea Two six-fours and a ragtop sittin on them thangs He said this motherfucker was worth ten mill
