Right Above It

[Lil' Wayne:] Now tell me how ya love it You know you at the top and all of heaven's right above it, we on.. Cuz we on.. [Verse 1 - Drake:] Who else really tryin' to fuck with Hollywood Co.? I'm with Marley G. bro Flyin' Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows And I wanna tell you somethin' that you probably should know This that "Slumdog millionaire" Bollywood flow and uh.. My real friends never hear it 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 buildin', 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've been sippin' so this shit is movin' kinda slow Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go [Chorus:] 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 Alright, 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.. [Verse 2 - Lil' Wayne:] Meet me on the fresh train Yes I'm in the buildin' You just on the list of guest names And all 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 flyin' 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 Ugh. Wake up and smell the pussy You niggas can't see me, but never overlook me I'm on the paper trail, there ain't no tellin' where it took me, yeah And I ain't a killer, but don't push me [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Lil' Wayne:] Ugh. how do he say what's never said? Beautiful black women I bet that bitch look better red Limpin' off tour cuz I made more on my second leg Motherfuckin' Birdman junior, eleventh grade Ball on automatic start I can hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw Wildcat offense.. Check the paw prints.. We in da buildin', you niggas in appartments Ugh. N-now c'mon be my blood doner My flow so nice you ain't even gotta put a rug on her Do it big and let the small fall under that Damn where you stumbled at? From where did they gumbo at? Kane got the beat jumpin' like a jumpin' jack And 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. Ugh. [Chorus] Yeah... We on... Young moola baby!