Lyrics: DJ Drama. Words Of Adivce.

[Chorus - Kevin Cossom]
You better think before you speak
Got to recognize, naw man you know me
Here's a few words of advice, better act right
I promise (Promise)
I promise (Promise)
And don't leave your girl around me
I know she do what she want
What's going to happen when she leave?
Here's a few words of advice, better act right
I promise (Promise)
I promise (Promise)

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Long ass money, short ass temper
Big fucking gun, soft ass trigger
Weezy F. Baby and the F is for fuck them hoes
Got your girl walking around my crib in her underclothes
White man money, tight pants thugging
Pussy think it's sweet then I Sprite can crush them
I ain't got nothing but some weed and some bitches
You niggas ain't eating, clean ass dishes
Gangsta Grillz bitch, I am still the dentist
Hit this motherfucker, like Willy McGuiness
I coach the winners, they throw Gatorade on me
Silent .45, Potato Head on it
Ask me how I'm doing, I'm day-to-day homie
These bitches on my back, I fade away on them
Young Tune, no Bugs Bunny bitch
And as long as I got a voice, I'm talking Young Money shit, nigga

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[Verse 2 - Mack Maine]
Young Money bitch
Young Money sick
Now shut the fuck up and suck a Young Money dick
Velcro on my aces sticking to the basics
Black, white, and black pinky ring
I'm looking like a racist
I'm higher than a satellite
You just a hermaphrodite
I've been real since B.C., guess this is the after life
Drop out from Heavens like, just to raise plenty hell
Boy I'm trying to touch a billion bucks before 2012
So that mean I'm focused
Peep my demeanor
These bitches talking dirty to me
Take them to the cleaners
They say men are from Mars
And say women from Venus
But I'm in my space shuttle
About to serve them like subpoenas
These niggas keep me laughing, like hyenas
They only show they guns, Gilbert Arenas
What's up Serena? You could be my baby momma
I'm with Barack O-Drama
This Young Money's Obama

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