La La - Lil Wayne, Brisco, Busta Rhymes

Sittin' in a Caddy, Wright like Betty

Floatin' up the aisle like the bride and her Daddy

Hip-hop addict, hip-hop addict

Man I swear I’m on top like the attic

Yeah, bitch, I be with my dog like Shaggy

And we stay clean but we get dirty like Harry

Flyer than blue birds, cardinals and canaries

Fuck me, I’m all about «oui» like Paris

Hilton presidential suite already

I’m richer than Nicole and I’m a lion like her daddy

I am hotter than the Sun-day after Saturday

I swear I’m a savage like Lil Webbie and Randy

Oscar De La Hoya, box ya like a casket

Or Diego Coralles, nigga keep jabbin'

See, my style it varies, like drugs in a alley

My leather so soft, my paint prettier than Halle

Wittier than comedy, nigga write a parody

But I ain’t tellin' jokes… apparently

A parent, yeah my daughter be the twinkle of my eye

You hurt her, you kill me, and nigga I ain’t 'bout to die

See y’all are at ground, and my daughter is my sky

I swear I look in her face and I just want to break out and fly

Four tears in my face and you ain’t never heard me cry

I’m richer than all y’all, I got a bank full of pride

Oww!

Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin')

Nigga I’m the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet

Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies

Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin')

Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin')

Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin')

Nigga I’m the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet

My paint Bubblicious, the motor so vicious

The rims the same color as the wrapper of a Kisses

Hershey’s, I’m hyphy, somethin' like a piston

And when I’m in Detroit, I be ballin' like a Piston

Oh, and did I mention?

I’m fly like a pigeon

Higher than gas prices, you Las Vegas trickin'

I’m nine under par in a Bentley golf cart

The Polo be cream but the Prada’s caviar

Weezy, I’m sick from all this tourin'

He told me, «Sip this, and call me in the morning»

Yeah, and I vowed to never trust another woman

In my life, then I got horny

Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin')

Nigga I’m the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet

Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies

Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin')

Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin')

Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin')

Nigga I’m the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet

See I ain’t goin' nowhere, bitch, you know a nigga been home, honey

Money fuckin' retarded, call it Down Syndrome money

My cake sick, shit, been diagnosed sickle cell bread

My revenue stream got a disease like a jail bed

Like a mattress from Sing-Sing or way down in Comstock

These bitches call me Bling King, I shit when the bomb drop

And sprinkle diamonds all over niggas, flawless and D-Class

Then twinkle like a shine, just like a sparkle from clean glass

They movin' on a nigga as I’m walkin' the valley, ready

And zoomin' with the cameras like I’m dickin' down Halle Berry

My money help me do things that you niggas can’t believe

Like purchase purses places all them things that you can’t conceive

Like interactin' with women the caliber of Janet

I sit and master my vision and massacre the planet (Whoa!)

I hope you niggas know just what it is

While I’m countin' my paper, niggas know I’m handlin' my biz

(Okay)

Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin')

Nigga I’m the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet

Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies

Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin')

Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin')

Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin')

Nigga I’m the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet