Lil Wayne - I Took Her (Remix) lyrics

Sweet street p**y Gimme that gushy Nasty stuff, n***a I took her Sweet street p**y Gimme that gushy Nasty stuff, n***a I took her I like the red bone pretty feet, slim waist, cute face Girl, if that's you then put yo' info in my two way Girl, you a star me and you can make a movie She said the diamonds on my chain look like kool aid And when I'm gone she be missing me like school days Alright, I like a b**h, that like a b**h f**ing right, I'm rich and I ain't getting hitched I'm getting paid in full, just call me money, mitch Balling like Tony Gynn, I'm never lonely in that penthouse And all the time a n***a thinks she's at a friends house Okay, iIput the phantom up and bought the bent out It's Weezy baby b**h, I'm hot like all the vents out, ha, ha Sweet street p**y Gimme that gushy Nasty stuff, n***a I took her Sweet street p**y Gimme that gushy Nasty stuff, n***a I took her Sweet street p**y Gimme that gushy Nasty stuff, n***a I took her Sweet street p**y Gimme that gushy Nasty stuff, n***a I took her Tell 'em how it go, it go holly grove, 17 Carlton, Eagle Street Running with my hood till my feet gets sore Run up on them boys and you ain't running no more I am from the jungle, the mighty jungle and the guns go pow, hah Why your boyfriend acting like secret service? I'm a get you by yourself and get my secret service I'm on the purple urple and now the earth is bouncing I've climbed the highest mountain And baby girl, that coupe is fountain blue You see the green and yellow diamonds call it Mountain Dew I got a crib in the sky with city view And i take a skinny b**h if her titties new, ha, ha, ha, now what it do Sweet street p**y Gimme that gushy Nasty stuff, n***a I took her Sweet street p**y Gimme that gushy Nasty stuff, n***a I took her Sweet street p**y Gimme that gushy Nasty stuff, n***a I took her Sweet street p**y Gimme that gushy Nasty stuff, n***a I took her Get 'em, Gucci shoes, Gucci buckle, Gucci belt, Gucci bucket Sharper than the yellow number 2, I doesn't what I do And if you didn't know, now you knew that I am the fireman And red truck yellow suit and I treat money like glue You know I gotta stick to paper, you know I'm like a staple That's why I got the Cash Money rich above my navel Young money is the label, alright, money, b**hes and cable We multiplying money, sitting at the time table, ha, ha So holla at a nigaa when you see me on the grind And bust that p**y like we running out of time And don't say a word just act like a mime Girl might be yours but her p**y is mine, okay Sweet street p**y Gimme that gushy Nasty stuff, n***a I took her Sweet street p**y Gimme that gushy Nasty stuff, n***a I took her Sweet street p**y Gimme that gushy Nasty stuff, n***a I took her Sweet street p**y Gimme that gushy Nasty stuff, n***a I took her Young Money, what's up? Young Money, what's up? Uh, huh, uh, huh, uh, huh Weezy F. Baby