La La - Lil Wayne ft. Busta Rhymes, Brisco

(David-David-David-David-David Banner)

La, la-la la la, la-la-la, la

La, la-la la la, la-la-la, la

La, La, la-la la la, la-la-la, la, la

La, la-la la la, la-la-la, la

Uh, 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 bluebirds, 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 Sunday after Saturday

I swear, I'm a savage like Lil Webbie and Randy

Oscar De La Hoya, box ya like a casket

Or Diego Corrales, 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 (Ow)

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' (En-ended up ballin')

Nigga, I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet (Ah, ha)

My paint Bubblicious, the motor so vicious (Yeah, okay)

The rims the same color as the wrapper of a Kisses (Hahaha, uh, Hershey's)

I'm hyphy, somethin' like a piston (Yeah, alright)

And when I'm in Detroit, I be ballin' like a Piston (Uh, yeah, uh)

Oh, and did I mention I'm fly like a pigeon? (Okay)

Higher than gas prices, you Las Vegas trickin' (Woah, yeah)

I'm nine under par in a Bentley golf cart (Huh)

The Polo be cream, but the Prada's caviar (Yeah)

Weezy, I'm sick from all this tourin' (Sick, huh)

He told me, "Sip this, and call me in the morning" (This, yeah)

Yeah, and I vowed to never trust another woman (Man)

In my life, then, I got horny (Life, haha, hahaha)

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 (Huh)

Money fuckin' retarded, call it "Down Syndrome money" (Uh-huh)

My cake sick, shit, been diagnosed, "sickle cell bread" (Okay)

My revenue stream got a disease like a jail bed (Uh-huh)

Like a mattress from Sing-Sing or way down in Comstock (Uh-huh)

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

And sprinkle diamonds all over niggas, flawless and D-Class (Huh, uh)

Then twinkle like a shine, just like a sparkle from clean glass (Uh-huh)

They movin' on a nigga as I'm walkin' the valley, ready (Okay)

And zoomin' with the cameras like I'm dickin' down Halle Berry (Uh-huh)

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

Like purchase purses, places, all them things that you can't conceive (Huh, uh-huh)

Like interactin' with women the caliber of Janet (Haha)

I sit and master my vision and massacre the planet (Woah)

I hope you niggas know just what it is

While I'm countin' my paper (Haha), 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' (En-ended up ballin')

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