Stuntin Like My Daddy Songtext
von Lil Wayne
Stuntin Like My Daddy Songtext
Bitch I′m paid, that's all I gotta say
Can′t see you little niggas
The money in the way, and I'm
Bitch I'm paid, that′s all I gotta say
Can′t see you little niggas
The money in the way, and I'm
Bitch I′m paid, that's all I gotta say
Can′t see you little niggas
The money in the way, and I'm
I′m sitting high, a gangsta ride blades nigga
Ain't gonna ride fly than you might as well hate, shit
I gotta eat, yeah, even though I ate
No, it ain't my birthday
But I got my name on my cake, shit
Believe that, and if your mans wanna play
Then I′ma fuck around and put that boy′s brains on the gate
Hey, pick 'em up! Fuck ′em, let 'em lay
Where I′m from we see a fuckin' dead body everyday
That′s Uptown, throw a stack at 'em
Make a song about me
I'm throwing shots back at ′em (ah)
Your bitch on my pipe, she like a crack addict
And she saw me cooking eggs
She thought I was back at it
I grab the keys, hoe I gotta go
Got my motorcycle jacket and my motorcycle locs
Pyong on the Yamaha, chromed out 11 hundred
What I′m doing? Getting money
What we doing? Getting money
What they doing? Hating on us
But they never cross
Cash Money still the company
And bitch I'm the boss
And I be stuntin′ like my daddy, stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin′ like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy
I′m the Young Stunna, stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin′ like my daddy
Yeah, when I was 16, I bought my first Mercedes-Benz
I must′ve fucked a thousand bitches and her girlfriends
White leather, hot new pair of rims
Brand-new pistol with a trigger like a hairpin
Big work, we don't need a scale, man
Big papers say, "Good morning" to the mail man
What you know about putting bricks in the spare, man?
I can stuff a coupe like a motherfucking caravan
I′m in my zone, my form is so rare, man
If there's a throne, you looking at the chairman
How you want it? Show me my opponent
Show me my opponent, yeah
I′m still ballin', a bullet gotta get me
And I never been a pussy
′Cause my hood'll never let me, yeah
A made nigga, got made niggas with me
I'm a motorcycle boy, so I′m about to park the Bentley
Pyong on the Yamaha, chromed out 11 hundred
What I′m doing? Getting money
What we doing? Getting money
What they doing? Hating on us
But they never cross
Cash Money still the company
And bitch I'm the boss
And I be stuntin′ like my daddy, stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin′ like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy
I′m the Young Stunna, stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin′ like my daddy
Can′t see you little niggas
The money in the way, and I'm
Bitch I'm paid, that′s all I gotta say
Can′t see you little niggas
The money in the way, and I'm
Bitch I′m paid, that's all I gotta say
Can′t see you little niggas
The money in the way, and I'm
I′m sitting high, a gangsta ride blades nigga
Ain't gonna ride fly than you might as well hate, shit
I gotta eat, yeah, even though I ate
No, it ain't my birthday
But I got my name on my cake, shit
Believe that, and if your mans wanna play
Then I′ma fuck around and put that boy′s brains on the gate
Hey, pick 'em up! Fuck ′em, let 'em lay
Where I′m from we see a fuckin' dead body everyday
That′s Uptown, throw a stack at 'em
Make a song about me
I'm throwing shots back at ′em (ah)
Your bitch on my pipe, she like a crack addict
And she saw me cooking eggs
She thought I was back at it
I grab the keys, hoe I gotta go
Got my motorcycle jacket and my motorcycle locs
Pyong on the Yamaha, chromed out 11 hundred
What I′m doing? Getting money
What we doing? Getting money
What they doing? Hating on us
But they never cross
Cash Money still the company
And bitch I'm the boss
And I be stuntin′ like my daddy, stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin′ like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy
I′m the Young Stunna, stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin′ like my daddy
Yeah, when I was 16, I bought my first Mercedes-Benz
I must′ve fucked a thousand bitches and her girlfriends
White leather, hot new pair of rims
Brand-new pistol with a trigger like a hairpin
Big work, we don't need a scale, man
Big papers say, "Good morning" to the mail man
What you know about putting bricks in the spare, man?
I can stuff a coupe like a motherfucking caravan
I′m in my zone, my form is so rare, man
If there's a throne, you looking at the chairman
How you want it? Show me my opponent
Show me my opponent, yeah
I′m still ballin', a bullet gotta get me
And I never been a pussy
′Cause my hood'll never let me, yeah
A made nigga, got made niggas with me
I'm a motorcycle boy, so I′m about to park the Bentley
Pyong on the Yamaha, chromed out 11 hundred
What I′m doing? Getting money
What we doing? Getting money
What they doing? Hating on us
But they never cross
Cash Money still the company
And bitch I'm the boss
And I be stuntin′ like my daddy, stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin′ like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy
I′m the Young Stunna, stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin′ like my daddy
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Bryan Williams, Tristan Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com