Lil Wayne - Live From 405 lyrics

You at home broke as f** doing the milly rock I'm in Hollywood with millions, check my Diddy bop Sipping Actavis, I put that on my double cup Pushing work, man, we got the whole city hot Raised up on Jeezy, Jay'd up on Yeezys Young Money millionaires, me, T and Weezy Sixteen in the peezy Another sixteen, that's a PT 36 that's a keyzee Push bu*ton start, b**hes thought I lost my keys, please Trappin' out my haunted house of ghosts, there's some scales there And I got that work, homie yeah, yeah Finessing all these n***as, I need air fare All these diamonds dancing on me, baby very rare I might call up Michael Jordans, I need every pair Tell your homie hit my line, I got fishscale Certified hustler, yeah, real street n***a It took me 31 years to make my first million But I ain't trippin', this the beginnin' Lost deposits at Chase, no time for chasing women All black Porsche slammed on them red mags I peel her top back and watch the haters get mad They need to stop it, n***as don't like when you Balling on them b**hes, they just mad 'cause they ain't got sh** And n***as with the gossip, ol' Dr. Phil a** n***a You might as well go 'head on and start a talk show Me and Hoody making big moves off in this Tahoe Your b**h travel hundred feet, work off in that rental Backstabber smile in my face, showing the dentals But you know me, I chunk the deuces at them b**hes Never stop the chat, I keep it moving on them b**hes In and out of town and yeah I do it for my city East side New Orleans is where a n***a get it So have your money right or else I ain't f**ing with ya And I ain't posing twice so I hope you got the picture Ya dig? Reporting live from the mother ship And I ain't turnin' up but Young Money sh** Yeah, I ain't talking no more Cash Money sh** Yeah, I ain't talking no more, now I'm coming, b**h Extorting guys with the cutter I'll rob a motherf**er talking all that big money sh** Got me hustling like I never had sh** I'm restarting from the bottom, now ain't that a b**h But watch me turn this pen into a Brad Pitt Yeah, watch me turn this world into a hand print The money made me hungry like I'm fastin' I see the stars line up, I feel like NASA I seen my homies give up on me like I'm average I went back and counted up and no more stunting like my daddy, ah Then my b**hes hit me up and said she love me like a daddy, ah Cuban b**h walking 'round my house like she live there Wake up in the mall, she dribble like Sebastian Telfair I see y'all ain't playin' fair, I see you, you layin' there You see b**hes everywhere, you might see them in Vanity Fair My homie got that Danity Kane Them shots like planes they landing here Oh yeah, and we got them b**hes on that wifi It's a bird, it's a plane, them b**hes sky high Back up off me motherf**er, whoa yeah yeah Me, T and Hoody feel like Dame, Hov and Tata Me, Mack and Four feel like Lyor, Hov and Tata My b**h don't own pantyhose nor a bra top Roll up the windows in the Rolls, n***a hotbox Cut on some Drizzy in this b**h, we don't cha cha Whole time I was ready, ain't no cotton mouths in my fetti Ain't no Toms, ain't no Jerry Ain't it really ain't no thang, you n***as really don't gang bang I'm with that mob smoking gas, ain't no limit on my tank Up, up, up and away, cup, cup, cuppin' all day We sipping that oil, we sipping that oil, more oil than Olive Olay You k**as don't play, k** 'em on sight in the middle of the day Shoot a n***a right in the middle of his face Bullet be vile like the venom in a snake p**y be tight like traffic, LA We got that white, we traffic all day I came from PBJ Now it's champagne and caviar, steak But still reporting live from the gutter, b**h Before I fade away I hit 'em with the stutter step Yeah, and before I fade away I gotta stutter step Before I fade away I hit 'em with the stutter step I hustle like it's nothin', left my woman in her underwear My youngin' don't wear underwear, I love my Yeah I love my baby mothers, yeah LittleHoody ain't no huggy bear I represent that grizzly bear, my neck look like a city fare Page out the Jungle Book, amazed is how your woman look When she see me and all my n***as coming Afraid is how your gunners look, we take a finger, tongue or foot And mail it to your people, we mean business, get that understood We go back, I'm f**ing good, a little bad, a ton of good I'm pretty like Blair Underwood, she insecure, my gun secure, okay I'm pretty like Blair Underwood, she insecure, my gun secure, okay No ceilings