Right Above It

Lil Wayne(feat. Drak) - Right Above It

(Lyrics by vannecy-v@maxrnb)

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Now tell me how ya love it

You know you at the top and all of heaven's right above it, 

we on.. Cuz we on..



Who else really tryin' to fuck with Hollywood Co.?

I'm with Marley G. bro

Flyin' Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows

And I wanna tell you somethin' that you probably should know

This that "Slumdog millionaire" Bollywood flow and uh..

My real friends never hear it from me

Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me

That's why I pick and choose

I don't get shit confused

I got a small circle

I'm not with different crews

We walk the same path, but got on different shoes

Live in the same buildin', but we got different views

I got a couple cars, I never get to use

Don't like my women single

I like my chicks in twos

And these days all the girls is down to roll

I hit the strip club and all them bitches find a pole

Plus I've been sippin' so this shit is movin' kinda slow

Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go



Now tell me how you love it

You know you at the top and all of heaven's right above it we on..

It's young money motherfucker if you ain't runnin' wit 

it run from it motherfucker alright

Now somebody show some money in this bitch

And I got my bees with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig..

I got my gun in my boo purse

And I don't bust back, because I shoot first..



Meet me on the fresh train

Yes I'm in the buildin'

You just on the list of guest names

And all my riders do not give a fuck: X-Games

Guns turn you boys into pussies: sex change..

And I smoke til' I got chest pains

And you niggas know I rep my gang like Jesse James

Women are possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne

I been flyin' so long I fell asleep on the fuckin plane

Skinny pants and some vans

Call me Triple-A get my advance in advance, Amen

As the world spin and dance in my hands

Life is a beach, I'm just playin' in the sand

Ugh. Wake up and smell the pussy

You niggas can't see me, but never overlooked me

I'm on the paper trail there ain't no tellin' where it took me, yeah

And I ain't a killer, but don't push me



Now tell me how you love it

You know you at the top and all of heaven's right above it we on..

It's young money motherfucker if you ain't runnin' wit 

it run from it motherfucker alright

Now somebody show some money in this bitch

And I got my bees with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig..

I got my gun in my boo purse

And I don't bust back, because I shoot first..



Ugh. how do he say what's never said?

Beautiful black women

I bet that bitch look better red

Limpin' off tour cuz I made more on my second leg

Motherfuckin' Birdman junior, eleventh grade

Ball on automatic start

I can hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw

Wildcat offense.. Check the paw prints..

We in da buildin', you niggas in appartments

Ugh. N-now c'mon be my blood doner

My flow so nice you ain't even gotta put a rug on her

Do it big and let the small fall under that

Damn where you stumbled at?

From where did they gumbo at?

Came got the beat jumpin' like a jumpin' jack

And you know me

I get on this bitch and have a heart attack

Hip-Hop I'm the heart of that

Nigga nothin' short of that

President Carter, Young Money Democrat. Ugh.



Now tell me how you love it

You know you at the top and all of heaven's right above it we on..

It's young money motherfucker if you ain't runnin' wit 

it run from it motherfucker alright

Now somebody show some money in this bitch

And I got my bees with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig..

I got my gun in my boo purse

And I don't bust back, because I shoot first..



Yeah... We on... Young moola baby! 



(Lyrics by vannecy-v@maxrnb)