Upgrade You - Lil Wayne

Make your rules

Yes sir, 3, ha, I love this shit

So let me talk my shit

Okay I’m good

I know you see the drop 'cause gettin' money is what we on

Ridin' drop top in the winter with the heat on

Bad yella bitch, keep my passenger seat warm

Leg hangin' out the window, you ain’t got these on

Bitch holla it is Lil' Weezy, they cannot see me

They are like Stevie, I am burin' a ton like Levie

I circle ya house like B. B, colder then the Hebbie Gebbies

Never give freebies, seventy five thousand for these fees

Shit I can get a hundred thousand up in these jeans

Big stacks my pockets on Creatine

Young Money, Dipset nigga we a team

If you don’t like it nigga fuck you, no Vaseline

I peel off in the Lamborghini like a tangerine

Got the engine straight shakin' like a tambourine

Like a bitch with some lips like Angeline, not Joli

Holy, got flow, I go where no other guy go

Fuck you hoe I’m so 504

I hope every snitch die slow

Hip hop that’s my hoe, I know she know

I like it wet don’t won’t no dry hoe

Alright bitch I am D-Boy, no decoy

And I will straight up destroy any boy or man

And I prefer money then bitches or just reefer

We are Young Money bitch and I am the leader

We are Currency, Mack Maine and D-Raw

And I just signed a chick named Nikki Menage

And me I’m still spittin' like a retard

And these niggas soft they should be rappin' in leotards

Nigga we in charge, baby put me in charge

And I’m just murderin' niggas free of charge

You dig, just holla back I see you sarge

I’m so motherfuckin' high I can eat a star

Yeah let me upgrade ya, you may not be a model

But I can front page ya

You know I’m nasty, excuse my behavior

Let me just taste ya, we can fuck later

Sittin' in the Coupe lookin' like a racer

Top peeled back like the skin of a potato

Seat way back listenin' to Anita Baker

Ridin' by myself, smokin' weed by the acre

Holly Grove gator, ain’t nobody greater

Leave you with some bullet holes, the size of craters

You ain’t heard the latest, Weezy F. the greatest

Battle anybody nigga fuck over ya favorite

It’s a new game and I’m the coach like Avery

Leave it to the flow, we gettin' dough like a bakery

I don’t really want to but these niggas makin' me

Put a motherfucker on ice like the Maple Leaves

That’s a hockey team and I ain’t on no hockey team

But I’m a champion, where’s the fuckin' Rocky theme?

Damn, rest in peace Apollo Creed

I’m a monster everyday is Halloween

A lot of syrup, a lot of pills and a lot of weed

And I keep my pockets green like a pot of peas

And if you hatin baby you can get a side of these

These nuts in your mouth and can you swallow please?

Yeah, I’m so hot I freeze

Big balls and they jangle like a lotta keys

Even deaf bitches say hi to me

She tell a blind bitch and she say I gotta see