เนื้อเพลง Back on My Grizzy - Lil Wayne

B*tch im Back on My Grizzy,
Young money where ya at?,
Two tables and a mic,
Tell the Dj run it back,

B*tch im back on my grizzy,
Young money where ya at?,
If you f*ck wit Younh Money,
Yougn Money where you at?,
Like the energizer bunny wit a battery pack,
Boy that drummer keep drummin, like B-r-r-at-at-at-tat,
Or B-r-r-rump-bum-bum-bum,
Im so young but im a Giant like Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum,
Just bought a new crib, And insides so dumb,
Got some money put away, incase the hurricane come,
Im a f*ckin shame huh? yea i know yea i know,
I go out the country to get all my clothes and my hoes,
And i go out my way just to get my dro and my doe,
Cause, I love it more than i do my hoes yes i doess,
I got gasoline comin out my pours,
Imma torch,
I got glasses like that white boy Scott Storch,
And a porshe,
I got license for tha scortch,
Snipers at your porch,
Rifles by the forts,
And we shoot up courts,
The judge juss a b*tch,
The jury s*ck d*ck,
Im a eastside blood,
And i dont smoke that crip,
I smoke that kutch,
First name Bubba,
First names Young,
Last name Stunna,
Carter in the office,
Take notes when im talkin,
Smooth as a cruz boat floats when im walkin,
I boast cause im ballin,
I boast to be ballin,
When im on the phone wit b*tches man the money keep callin,
You aint satisfied till ya son'll be callin,
Tellin you where to leave the money in the mornin,
Ok you wanna zombie mover instead,
Thats when you walk in ya house and everybody dead,
I can take a sh*t where i stand,
Where i stand...and watch you pussies piss in ya pants,
You aint a man your a hoe,
I can kill him with the flow,
And then play the guitar at the f*ckin funeral,
Big guns so they drinkin big shots,
And my gam go Saddam Hussein and missile launch,
The Corrain call me Wayne Chain,
Listen ma, i dont know karate, but after the brain, i kick you out,
You n*ggas s*ck like tony romo, no homo,
And im all about my money, i get paid for promo yeaa,
Im the man in this b*tch, they say money talks wel..
Im tha ventriloquist,
And if i ever jump, il prolly land in ya b*tch,
Boy that hoe colder than my hand and my wrist,
Boy im more cooler than a fan and a mint,
And when im done this track we'll need a couple bandages,
I be wit savages and im above average,
Im a crazy ass star like a f*ckin asterick,
You n*ggas cant see me, im on my casper sh*t,
Runnin so much game, i f*ck around and lap a b*tch,
If love like a grocery, i juss bag a b*tch,
And you kno im gonna score like Deion after picks,
Im rollin on a pill, she get that mornin after d*ck,
And when my roll came down guess whut i did after it,
I popped and took some patrone shots,
I pop popped and took some Grey goose shots,
I pop popped...yea..
Young Money b*tch, and if you n*ggas wan' do it , we chop chop,
Leave ya back on tha block,
We pop cops,
And there aint no rights on my block,
I got shop,
I got that dro, i got them pills, i got that yay,
Give it to them hoes and watch them b*tches freak away...