Stuntin Like My Daddy Lyrics

(Chorus) Vrooom on a yamaha chromed out 11 hundred Wut I'm doin, gettin money, wut we doin, gettin money Wut they doin, hatin on me, but they neva cross Cash money still the company, and bitch I'm the boss And I be stuntin like my daddy, stuntin like my daddy Stuntin like my daddy, I be stuntin like my daddy I'm the, young stunna, stuntin like my daddy Stuntin like my daddy, I be stuntin like my daddy (Verse 1: Lil Wayne) Yeah bitch I'm paid, thats all I gotta say Cant see my lil niggas, cuz the money in the way And I'm, I'm sittin high, a gansta ride blades If you ain't gone ride fly than you might as well hate Shit I gotta eat yeah even though I ate No it ain't my birthday but I got my name on my cake Shit believe that, if ya mans wanna play Im'ma fuck around and put that boy brains on the gate Hey pick 'em up, pop 'em let 'em lay Where I'm from we see a fuckin dead body everyday Thats, uptown, throw a stack at 'em Make a song about me I'm throwin shots back at 'em Ya bitch I'm a pipe, and she like a crack attic And she saw me cookin EGGS and she though I was back at it I grab the keys, hoe I gotta go I got my motorcycle jacket and my motorcycle loafs (Chorus) (Verse 2: Baby) Shorty 98's, 45 paper plates 10 the whole thang big money heavy weight A hundred stacks, spend 50 on a Caddie, 25 on the pinky, Bought a pound of blow and bounced back Matching grills, big houses on the hill Got them hoes in the kitchen all cookin payin' bills I starta holla, dollar after dollar Flippin chickens gettin tickets want the money and the power Born stunna, uptown hunter 3rd war G nigga been about money Ice chunky, birdman redmonkeys White Tees on tha chromed out 11 hundreds you know we shine every summer, we grind every summer And this is how we spend money You see them Bentleys and them Lam's Them ounces and them grams, bitch we was born hustlas (Chorus) (Verse 3: Lil Wayne) Yeah when I was 16 I bought my first Mercedes Benz I must've fucked a thousand bitches and a girlfriend White leather, hot new bare rims, brand new pistol with a trigger like a hair pin Big work, we dont need a scale man, big papers say good mornin to the mail man What'cha now bout putting bricks in the spare, man I can stuff a coupe like a muthafucken caravan I'm in my zone my arm is so rare man if theres a song you lookin at the chair man How you want it, show me my opponent....throw me my opponent I'm still ballin, a bullet gotta get me And I've never been a pussy cause my hood never let me A made nigga got made niggaz wit me I'ma motorcyle boy so I'm about to pop a wheelie (Chorus) Veerom on a Yamaha chromed out 11 hundred Veerom on a Yamaha chromed out 11 hundred Veerom veerom on a Yamaha chromed out 11 hundred Cash money still the company and bitch I'm the boss Veerom on a Yamaha chromed out 11 hundred Veerom on a Yamaha chromed out 11 hundred Veerom veerom on a Yamaha chromed out 11 hundred Cash money still the company and bitch I'm the boss