Polow Da Don - That's All I Have lyrics

[Verse 1:Tyga] Ha! Peek-a-boo, b**h! Swag scare your kids My airplane clothes flyer than your bestest sh** Gorillas in the mist, pro-black: pump they fist I'm from the Planet of the Apes: King Kong clips Silence Lambs, b**h; run through your land trippin' Can't pretend when this is real as it gets, can ya? If sh** hits the fan, I Ron Artest n***as This how I'm living: getting tatted in some house slippers I like my b**hes simple: lay back, relax ya mental sh**, you know what I do, tell me what you tryna get into The man car's rented, the man car k**ing Gossipping? f** the car! Look at the man in it! Ha! Boys-to-man business, we don't hire b**hes Just fire b**hes: Young Money fire spitters Them red ants is with us And they ain't ate they dinner Begin the feast; feet lying, fatality finish I'm k**in these records, they put me in Guinness I really don't give a f** if you witness You hear it, listen, buy it, steal it I'm still gonna get my f**ing percentage I cuss a lot cause b**h I'm seers Young no beard, get soup Like gumbo with shrimp Flyer than Dumbo ears is, b**h [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Uhh, now let me start by sayin' I don't like this beat But I weather the storm, I'm a lightnin' streak Uhh, Weezy F. Baby, I do it big: weigh me Them crazy freaky b**hes tryna to Cirque du Soleil me Got some new b**hes, trail got em' laughin' The one that gave me head can s** the nail out a casket Shotgun on the kitchen table, bullet shells in the cabinet f**in' with me is like steppin' on the tail of a dragon Wet p**y is my cabin, more b**hes than a pageant I keep a house full n***a, call me Bob Saget Spendin' time backwards, hotter than a cactus And we ain't in the buildin', we the f**in' contractors YM, muthaf**a, why hate it? Young Money down your throat, ya gotta stay hydrated Quarterback Weezy, young Tom Brady Open up ya mouth, and catch a bomb baby Good morning, dude, Eagle Street corner, Tune Long dough, no short bread, no Lorna Doone I'm warnin' you: we on the move Bunch of female dogs and garden tools That's b**hes and hoes, hospital full, sick of my flow Hip-hop was washed up so I bought some change to finish my load I load millions... and more millions Money to the ceilings? n***a, NO CEILINGS! [Verse 3: Shanell] Step up in this b**h, 5 o'clock in the morning The world is waking up, you can hear the pigeons yawning I'mma get that worm now, tell 'em it's my turn now Y'all n***as need a lesson on some ethic; you gon' learn now I do this for the love of it; saliva, cause I love to spit And I juke it; for my future records, y'all gon' love to spin f**ing with my brethren, 10 years strong And he put them dreads in: Silver John Long But he's more like platinum; hold up, here's a napkin Pick your jaw up off the floor and tuck your tongue right back in Tell me, where is Mack Maine? ...That's all I have