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I'm Me (Produced By Dj Nasty & L.V.M.)The hottest under the sun (who that?)Ain't nobody fucking with me, man And you already know that, pimping Cash Money Records, where dreams come true Fuck up my dream, somebody gon' die tonight And you already know that, pimping Aye, it's Cash Money Records, man, a lawless gang Un-fucking-believable! Lil Wayne's the president Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, even if they celibate I know the game is crazy, it's more crazy than it's ever been I'm married to that crazy bitch; call me Kevin Federline It's obvious that he'll be Cash Money 'til the death of him The ground shall break when they bury him—bury him? I know one day they got to bury him Better lock my casket tight, baby, so I don't let the Devil in People, it's just me and my guitar Yeah, bitch, I'm heavy-metalling You can get the fucking Led Zeppelin Niggas is bitches, bitches, I think they're full of estrogen And we hold court and take your life for a settlement Yes, I am the best—and no, I ain't positive, I'm definite I know the game like I'm reffing it This is Tha Carter, Tha Carter 3, the New Testament And I'm the God, and this is what I bless 'em with Bitch, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me Baby, I'm me, so who you? You're not me, you're not me And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire I know that ain't fair, but I don't care I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire Yeah, Junior It's Cash Money over everything It's in my blood, I feel it running in every vein I'm from the mud, I am a missile like a Scud What's really good, I'm 'bout that ruckus like Fudd And I stayed on my floor at Cash Money, like a rug Tied to the fucking Birdman like a lug And dear Mr. Ronald Williams To you I shall forever give thanks like a pilgrim Cash Money million-heir to the throne Going at their heads, like hair in a comb Sitting by the window, I just stare at the storm Know I'll make it through it like hair in a comb Young Money over bitches, my niggas trust my senses And I will take a dasher as the Lord is my witness And you all have witnessed, but I am not finished So keep your mouth closed and let your eyes listen Bitch, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me Baby, I'm me, so who you? You're not me, you're not me And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire I know that ain't fair, but I don't care I'm still a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire, bitch Last year they had the Grammys and left me in Miami Sleeping on a nigga like I'm rapping in my jammies I'm rapping when you sleep I was rapping when you were in jammies Mel Gibson flow, Lethal Weapon, book 'em, Danny I'm a monster, I tell you, Monster Wayne I have just swallowed the key to the House of Pain Now I'm stuck here to deal with the house's pain Fuck with me, I will peel like the house's paint—let's go! Niggas don't wanna see me 'cause I'm better in bold The only time I will depend is when I'm 70 years old That's when I can't hold my shit within, so I shit on myself 'Cause I'm so sick and tired of shitting on everybody else I try to tell you like I'm saying something I'm from the Dirty like the bottom of my pants cuff And now nothing gonna stop me, so just envy it Hey, I'll accept a friendly quit, ha ha Bitch, I'm me, I'm me, bitch I'm me Baby, I'm me, so who you? Fuck you, you're not me And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire I know that ain't fair, but I don't care I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire, bitch! The hottest under the sun (who that?) Ain't nobody fucking with me, man And you already know that, pimping Cash Money Records, where dreams come true (Who that?) Somebody gon' die tonight And you already know that, pimping Aye, it's Cash Money Records, man, a lawless gang |