Lil Wayne - Hittas lyrics
[Intro: Pete Ross & Lil Wayne] Is it true you performed with Willie Nelson at the Country Music Awards? I don't know, but I know I did perform at this bad a** b**h birthday party recently. She’s crazy stupid thick Mack in here [Verse 1] Tell them hoes get they mind right, tell them n***as back up Man, I heard the truth is hard to swallow, do you have cups? Used the rope to hang myself to tie a money bag up Tell 'em get they iron right before Iron-Man come Tell 'em bring my car around Tell ’em b**hes lap up I'ma cut this music down Tell 'em put they apps up Tell 'em throw they pride out Roll them windows back up Money in the air, who say white men can't jump? Catch that n***a late night on the phone at a gas pump Let me get the phone and the car once its ga**ed up AK-47 make a sittin' duck stand up I could let it blast, but I much rather have one Tell 'em bring my car around Tell 'em b**hes lap up Then them hoes get pa**ed down Then them hoes get pa**ed up Sittin’ on this money to me feel like a cactus I’m stickin' to this sh** You woulda better not hop yo’ a** up [Chorus] Tell 'em, I got hittas woadie I got, yeah I got plenty woadie I got hittas woadie I got, yeah I got plenty woadie [Verse 2] I got hittas woadie Yeah I got plenty woadie And they just wait for the word This sh** like Wheel of Fortune Goddamn, these snitches nosy Goddamn, these snitches nosy n***a, I'm a a** with that semi Call me semicolon Yeah I got hittas woadie Yeah I got plenty woadie They kick the door and k** yo' a** and leave the children snoring I’m sippin' lean out a gla** Make me feel important I made some green in the past and now it's good as golden Yeah [Interlude] Clearly, Lil Wayne answers to no one [Chorus] I got hittas woadie I got, yeah I got plenty woadie I got hittas woadie I got, yeah I got plenty woadie [Verse 3: Lil Wayne & Drake] I'm so lifted, I'm so lifted I wrote my will in hieroglyphics Weezy, where you been? The people miss you Crickets I got hittas and they not kidders That's my n***as You got n***as but they not hittas They got jitters, they get hit up I'm placin' figures on your n***as Takin' bidders, you'll pay n***as Don't make a difference I got shooters, on phone with suitors They armed and brutal Armed intruders, 'cause we don't doo-doo We drop conclusions I got sprayers, all type of sprayers We gon' need Google I got paper, on top of paper We gon' need rulers I'm effective, been doin' numbers since Roman numerals Strong as sumo, we armed as usual My hittas hungry Charleston Chew you, bazookas chew you Just like bazookas, don't confuse 'em We only hittas, y'all only humans Don't get hit up, woadie 'Cause I got hittas woadie [Outro: Jacida Carter] He's a very small child. And I just said he was a genius, you know what I'm sayin'? Which I used to pray, and ask the Lord to send me one. You know, he did. He's so smart, I can't teach him nothin'. He's done been here before