[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Sittin' in a Caddy, Wright like Betty
Floatin' up the aisle like the bride and her Daddy
Hip-hop addict, hip-hop addict
Man I swear I'm on top like the attic
Yeah, b**h, I be with my dog like Shaggy
And we stay clean but we get dirty like Harry
Flyer than blue birds, cardinals and canaries
f** we, I'm all about me like Paris
Hilton presidential suite already
I'm richer than Nicole and I'm a Lion like her Daddy
I am hotter than the Sunday after Saturday
I swear I'm a savage like Lil Webbie and Randy
Oscar de la Hoya, box ya like a casket
Or Diego Coralles, n***a keep jabbin'
See, my style it varies, like d** in an alley
My leather so soft, my paint prettier than Halle
Wittier than comedy, n***a write a parody
But I ain't tellin' jokes... apparently
A parent, yeah my daughter be the twinkle of my eye
You hurt her, you k** me and n***a I ain't 'bout to die
See y'all are at ground, and my daughter is my sky
I swear I look in her face and I just want to break out and fly
Four tears in my face and you ain't never heard me cry
I'm richer than all y'all, I got a bank full of pride
[Hook]
Started out hustlin' (ended up ballin')
n***a I'm the sh**, get the f** up out my toilet
Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
Started out hustlin' (ended up ballin') (x3)
n***a I'm the sh**, get the f** up out my toilet
[Verse 2: Brisco]
My paint Bubblicious, the motor so vicious
The rims the same color as the wrapper of a Kisses, Hersey's
I'm hyphy, somethin' like a piston
And when I'm in Detroit, I be ballin' like a Piston
Oh, and did I mention, I'm fly like a pigeon
Higher than gas prices, you Las Vegas trickin'
I'm nine under par in a Bentley golf cart
The Polo be cream but the Prada's caviar
Weezy I'm sick from all this tourin'
You told me (sip this,) then call me in the morning
And I vowed to never trust another woman
In my life, and then I got horny
[Hook]
Started out hustlin' (ended up ballin')
n***a I'm the sh**, get the f** up out my toilet
Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
Started out hustlin' (ended up ballin') (x3)
n***a I'm the sh**, get the f** up out my toilet
[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
See I ain't goin' nowhere, b**h
You know a n***a been home, honey
Money f**in' retarded, call it down syndrome money
My case sick, sh**, they diagnose sickle cell bread
The revenue stream got a disease like a jail bed
Like a mattress from Sing-Sing or way down in Comstock
These b**hes call me Bling King, I sh** when the bomb drop
And sprinkle diamonds all over n***as, flawless and D-Cla**
Then twinkle like a shine, just like a sparkle from clean gla**
They movin' on a n***a as I'm walkin' the valley, ready?
And zoomin' with the cameras like I'm dickin' down Halle Berry
My money help me do things that you n***as can't believe
Like purchase persons, places all them things that you can't conceive
Like interactin' with women the caliber of Janet
I sit and master my vision and ma**acre the planet (WHOA!)
I hope you n***as know just what it is
While I'm countin' my paper, n***as know I'm handlin' my biz
[Hook]
Started out hustlin' (ended up ballin')
n***a I'm the sh**, get the f** up out my toilet
Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
Started out hustlin' (ended up ballin') (x3)
n***a I'm the sh**, get the f** up out my toilet