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Right Above It(Made Famous by Lil Wayne) - Hip Hop DJs United/Drake
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
Who else really tryin' to f**k 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 sh*t 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 b**ches find a pole
Plus I've been sippin'
So this sh*t is movin' kinda slow
Just tell my girl to tell
Her friend that it's time to go
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top and all
Of heaven's right above it we on
It's young money motherf**ker
If you ain't runnin' wit
It run from it motherf**ker alright

Now somebody show some money in this b**ch
And I got my bees with me
Like some honey in this b**ch' 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 buildin'
You just on the list of guest names
And all my riders do not give a f**k: 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 f**kin 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 p**sy
You niggas can't see me' but never overlooked 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
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top and all
Of heaven's right above it we on
It's young money motherf**ker if you ain't runnin' wit
It run from it motherf**ker alright
Now somebody show some money in this b**ch
And I got my bees with me like some honey
In this b**ch' ya dig
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back' because I shoot first
Ugh how do he say what's never said
Beautiful black women
I bet that b**ch look better red
Limpin' off tour
Cuz I made more on my second leg
Motherf**kin' 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
Came got the beat jumpin' like a jumpin' jack
And you know me
I get on this b**ch and have a heart attack
Hip-Hop I'm the heart of that
Ni**a nothin' short of that
President Carter' Young Money Democrat Ugh
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top
And all of heaven's right above it we on
It's young money motherf**ker

If you ain't runnin' wit
It run from it motherf**ker alright
Now somebody show some money in this b**ch
And I got my bees with me
Like some honey in this b**ch' ya dig
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back' because I shoot first
Yeah We on Young moola baby