Stuntin' Like My Daddy (Radio Edit) Lyrics
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Stuntin' Like My Daddy (Radio Edit) Lyricsby Lil' Wayne Buy album CD: Other Songs MON - HA [Hook - Lil Wayne] Zoom on a yamaha chromed out 11 hunred Wut im doin, gettin money, wut we doin, gettin money Wut they doin, hatin on us, but they neva cross Cash money still a company, and b**** im the boss And i be stuntin like my daddy, stuntin like my daddy Stuntin like my daddy, i be stuntin like my daddy Im the, young stunna, stuntin like my daddy Stuntin like my daddy, i be stuntin like my daddy [Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] B**** im paid, that's all i gotta stay Cant see ya lil n****z, money in the way And im, im sittin high, a gansta ride blades If you aint gone ride fly than you might as well hate s*** I gotta eat...yeah even though i ate It aint my birthday but i got my name on my cake Believe that, if ya mans wanna play Imma f*** around and put that boy brains on the table pick em up f*** em let lay Where im from we see a f***in dead body everyday That's, uptown, throwin stack at 'em N****z talk about me im throwin shots back at 'em B**** im a pipe, and she like a crack addict And she saw me cookin led and she though i was back at it I grab the keys, hoe i gotta go I got my motorcycle jacket and my motorcycle low [Hook - Lil Wayne] Zoom on a yamaha chromed out 11 hundred Wut im doin, gettin money, wut we doin, gettin money Wut they doin, hatin on me, but they neva cross Cash money still a company, and b**** im the boss And i be stuntin like my daddy, stuntin like my daddy Stuntin like my daddy, i be stuntin like my daddy Im the, young stunna, stuntin like my daddy Stuntin like my daddy, i be stuntin like my daddy [Verse 2 - Birdman] 98's, 45 paper plates 10 the whole thang big money heavy weight A hundred stacks, spend 50 on a caddy, 25 on the pinky, Bought a pound of blow and bounced back Matchin grills, big houses on the hill Got them hoes in the kitchen all cookin payin bills i'm startin to holla, dollar after dollar Flippin chickens gettin tickets want the money and the power Born stunna, uptown hunter 3rd world G n**** been about money Ice chunky, birdman red monkey White Tees on the chromed out eleven hundreds You know we shine every summer, we grind every summer And this is how we spend money You see them bentleys and them lambs' Them ounces and them grams, b**** we was born hustlas
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