Right Above It (Feat. Drake)

by Lil' Wayne

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Lyrics

[Lil Wayne] Now tell me how you love it You know you at the top when only heaven�s right above it We onnnn �Cause we onnnn [Drake] Who else really tryna fuck with Hollywood Cole? I�m with Marley G, bro Flying Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows And I wanna tell you something that you prolly should know This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow And uh, my real friends never hearin� 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 building, 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 been sippin�, so this shit is movin� kinda slow Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it�s time to go [Lil Wayne] Now tell me how you love it You know you at the top when only heaven�s right above it We on It�s Young Money, motherfucker If you ain�t runnin� wit it, run from it, motherfucker, all right Now somebody show some money in this bitch And I got my B�s 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 building, you just on the list of guest names And all of 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 fly 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 Uh, wake up and smell the pussy You niggas can�t see me, but never overlook me I�m on the paper trail, it ain�t no tellin� where it took me Yeah, and I ain�t a killa, but don�t push me Now tell me how you love it You know you at the top when only heaven�s right above it We on It�s Young Money, motherfucker If you ain�t runnin� wit it, run from it, motherfucker, all right 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 Uh, how do he say what�s never said? Beautiful black woman, I bet that bitch look better red Limpin� off tour �cause I made more off my second leg Ma�fuckin� Birdman Junior, eleventh grade Ball on automatic start I could hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw Wildcat offense, check the paw prints We in the building, you niggas in apartments No-now, c�mon, be my blood donor Flo� so nice, you ain�t gotta put a rug on her Do it big, and let the small fall under that Damn, where you stumbled out? From where they make gumbo at Kane got the fuckin� beat jumpin� like a jumping jack But 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 Now tell me how you love it You know you at the top when only heaven�s right above it We on It�s Young Money, motherfucker If you ain�t runnin� wit it, run from it, motherfucker, all right Now somebody show some money in this bitch And I got my bees with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig? (Soo woo!) I got my gun in my boo purse And I don�t bust back, because I shoot first

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