Hittas

Is it true you performed with Willie Nelson at the Country Music Awards? I don't know, but I know I did perform at this bad ass bitch birthday party recently. She’s crazy stupid thick Mack in here [Verse 1] Tell them hoes get they mind right, tell them niggas back up Man, I heard the truth is hard to swallow, do you have cups? Used the rope to hang myself to tie a money bag up Tell 'em get they iron right before Iron-Man come Tell 'em bring my car around Tell ’em bitches lap up I'ma cut this music down Tell 'em put they apps up Tell 'em throw they pride out Roll them windows back up Money in the air, who say white men can't jump? Catch that nigga late night on the phone at a gas pump Let me get the phone and the car once its gassed up AK-47 make a sittin' duck stand up I could let it blast, but I much rather have one Tell 'em bring my car around Tell 'em bitches lap up Then them hoes get passed down Then them hoes get passed up Sittin’ on this money to me feel like a cactus I’m stickin' to this shit You woulda better not hop yo’ ass up [Chorus] Tell 'em, I got hittas woadie I got, yeah I got plenty woadie I got hittas woadie I got, yeah I got plenty woadie [Verse 2] I got hittas woadie Yeah I got plenty woadie And they just wait for the word This shit like Wheel of Fortune Goddamn, these snitches nosy Goddamn, these snitches nosy Nigga, I'm a ass with that semi Call me semicolon Yeah I got hittas woadie Yeah I got plenty woadie They kick the door and kill yo' ass and leave the children snoring I’m sippin' lean out a glass Make me feel important I made some green in the past and now it's good as golden Yeah [Interlude] Clearly, Lil Wayne answers to no one [Chorus] I got hittas woadie I got, yeah I got plenty woadie I got hittas woadie I got, yeah I got plenty woadie [Verse 3: Lil Wayne & Drake] I'm so lifted, I'm so lifted I wrote my will in hieroglyphics Weezy, where you been? The people miss you Crickets I got hittas and they not kidders That's my niggas You got niggas but they not hittas They got jitters, they get hit up I'm placin' figures on your niggas Takin' [?] niggas Don't make a difference I got shooters, on phone with suitors They armed and brutal Armed intruders, 'cause we don't doo-doo We drop conclusions I got sprayers, all type of sprayers We gon' need Google I got paper, on top of paper We gon' need rulers I'm effective, been doin' numbers since Roman numerals Strong as sumo, we armed as usual My hittas hungry Charleston Chew, bazookas chew you Just like bazookas, don't confuse 'em We only hittas, y'all only humans Don't get hit up, woadie 'Cause I got hittas woadie [Outro] He's a very small child. And I just said he was a genius, you know what I'm sayin'? Which I used to pray, and ask the Lord to send me one. You know, he did. He's so smart, I can't teach him nothin'. He's done been here before