Lil Wayne
ON MY OWN
[ featuring Reel ]
ON MY OWN
[ featuring Reel ]
- Lil Wayne -
Eagle, eagle Carter man
In a 96 Regal contraband
On my way to the east to the Laundromat
Got to wash that money and get on my ass
Flip them bricks, it be gonna so fast
I got to do something, I done blown my last
Dollar holla at ya boy, I be on tha ave
In that G pricko is what I am known to have
If shit tend to be slow, I put on a mask
Make it Halloween and take all ya bags
I say "Holly Hollygrove, won't you go on and stab and
make these muthafuckas understand?"
Look coach, you pitching at me under hand
But I am a designated hitter, I adjust so fast
Ya men designing women, I am a one woman's man
Cash Money prince, blow the trumpet man
They say they want the drugs to stop
but i am a major step back when my album drop
I got that wet crack flow out ya mami's pot
I got that, I got that jet black four at ya mami's spot
I am trying to get dat dough i demand it now
You panic now, you better panic down
For the neighbors be over here tearing it down
This is Weezy F baby, I am crowned the prince
[HOOK] x2
- Reel -
This is my town, my home; this is my crown, my thrown
This is me on my own, let's get it on!
- Lil Wayne -
And the handgun is so included, don't get it confused
I want no confusion and keep ya hoe, I
don't want your contusions
I make my hoes stop and let the dough keep moving
A bitch over some money is a hungry nuisance
It's money over bitches, that I am going to keep provin'
It's Weezy F I got ya momma cruisin'
out of all the Hot Boys she say I am the coolest
I brought my bag of oranges, this time to juice it
It game is a bitch and i am trying to seduce
I floss a awful lot and haters on trying to reduce it
Put the laser on, the 45 is iron you stupid
On shot just to remind you nigga
You that fly lil nigga that's behind tha trigger
I am all chronic combined with liquor
You will never see me like momma tigger
An 80's baby, a fighting nigga
Nigga I got it on my mind like a psychic nigga
I am something you call pepper like a viking snake
See me over the viking stove, I am lighting
bricks
Or in the middle of the shoot out I am tighting clips
Pop another one shoot back while lighting spliffs
Are you catching my drift representing with
my section on my belly and shit i am the prince
[HOOK] x2
- Reel -
This is my town, my home; this is my crown, my thrown
This is me on my own, let's get it on!
- Lil Wayne -
So roll the carpet out
'cause you are fucking with a nigga from the Royal South
See, you are either in or you are out, and you out
Stay in because them warriors are out
Because those vultures, cops, and those lawyers are out
So i just open up the gate and let my holliers out
No nigga, I never call your house
I am probably somewhere taking Toya out
Not answer my phone man, ignoring ya s'pose
She leaving messages about me enjoying her mouth
Hey I am ready to knock a boy in the mouth
Give me the name, no, better yet point him out
ai me and the streets got a joint ...
from the streets that you need to be warned about
New Orleans woadie, put the gat in your mouth
And if we feed you with a lot of iron, it will flatten you out
A few roaches but never had no rats in this house
Hever telling one another, leave that in the
house
I always been a small hustler moving my packing out
If I ever run into some trouble, send my savages out
These niggas talking sweet, I will get them cavities out
I got graveyard flyers, man, i am passing them out
Hey bitch nigga get ya ass on the ground
and bow down to ya majesty now I am the prince
[HOOK] x2
- Reel -
This is my town, my home; this is my crown, my thrown
This is me on my own, let's get it on!
This is my town, my home; this is my crown, my thrown
This is me on my own, let's get it on!