Lil Wayne - Dats My n***a lyrics

I'm talkin bout puttin on, ridin out Glocks in my ma's house Front you with that work (I done front a n***a's work) You say you want that head up But we don't fight fair brah Catch you slippin' from your backside, then knock you out Ace gone stomp you out, then Buddah gone stomp you out (Has momma ever see you with a busted eye and busted mouth) Nine milli pokin' out, 4 Fizzy pokin' out d**h Row days show you what this West Coast about I'd die for my motherf**in' n***a Jump in front a bullet for my motherf**in' n***a On the stand I'd lie for my motherf**in' n***a Rob a bank, I'd drive for my motherf**in' n***a Real talk, I don't really f** with too many n***as 'Cause n***as drop a dime on you like a couple nickels I be laughin' to the bank like the f**in' money tickle Drivin' somethin' that you ain't, top off, s** a nipple And I never put a ho before my bro Don't beef over no ho And my n***as sellin' keys if you can't open your door Hope you ride for my motherf**in' n***as When it rains it pours, it's dry for my motherf**in' n***as I k** for my motherf**in' n***as Vice versa, eyes red from the kush I blew White person, got my middle finger on the trigger With my little finger to you n***as I swear it's f** all y'all n***as Except my n***as I said that I'mma ride for my motherf**in' n***as Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger I've been grindin outside all day with my n***as And I ain't goin' in unless I'm with my n***as My n***a, my n***a My n***a, my n***a (My muthaf**ing n***as!) My n***a, my n***a (My n***a, my n***a) My n***a, my n***a I done spent a million dollars on my muthaf**in n***as You can catch me out Chicago with them muthaf**in hittas Call in RondoNumbaNine, Lil Durk will bring the trigger And when we on that lean, we ain't f**in with the liquor I'm a buy a hundred bottles just to give it to the b**hes She can like it on my b**hes 'Cause she see the way I ball, how my wrist and that be lit up Catch you at the red light, have em screamin "can't get up" Same n***a from the bottom ain't a damn thing change Catch me out in Collins screamin "money ain't a thang" And them red Mulsanne, lookin like I claim blood And if homie ain't my homie than I know it ain't love Screamin out "4 Hunnid," YG that's my n***a 'Cause I been in the field life on the line with him And if it's really good, why I prolly die with em 'Cause when I need the choppers, I just tell Tock hit em I said that I'mma ride for my motherf**in' n***as Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger I've been grindin outside all day with my n***as And I ain't goin' in unless I'm with my n***as My n***a, my n***a My n***a, my n***a (My muthaf**ing n***as!) My n***a, my n***a (My n***a, my n***a) My n***a, my n***a I just got 250 thousand dollars for a verse, n***a I don't know, is it me or it's your thirst, n***a? You n***as ain't got no joints Like a injured Chris Paul, you ain't got no point I just come through with a couple bossy b**hes They get money too, they some "don't cross me" b**hes Flossy b**hes, Sergio Rossi, b**hes And if we at the game then it's floor seat, b**hes! I ride for my b**hes I'm so f**in' rich I cop rides for my b**hes Dollar menu fries apple pies otha b**hes I drop a freestyle and get a rise outta b**hes b**hes, my b**hes I need a n***a with some different strokes, Todd Bridges Shout out to my main b**hes, and my side b**hes Need a n***a with some good neck, ostriches My n***as I said that I'mma ride for my motherf**in' n***as Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger I've been grindin outside all day with my n***as And I ain't goin' in unless I'm with my n***as My n***a, my n***a My n***a, my n***a (My muthaf**ing n***as!) My n***a, my n***a (My n***a, my n***a) My n***a, my n***a