[Part I]

[Intro: Lil Wayne]

That's what they doin', Cam'ron

They actin' like these singers, man

"I ain't—I ain't goin' to the studio 'til I got a situation

A subject, I need a beat, I need the producer

Who—who gon' be on the hook?" Man, what is you doin'?

Go in the studio with fuckin' clips, clips, ammo

[Verse: Drake & Popcaan]

Brand new Beretta, can't wait to let it go

Walk up in my label like, "Where the check, though?"

Yeah, I said it

Wouldn't dap you with the left, ho, shut the fuck up

Text from a centerfold, I ain't reply, let her know I read it though

Voicemail say she ready though (Yeah)

Niggas know I'm credible, ain't no pussy on a pedestal

Got my foot on the 'Cedes Benz pedal

Doin' ninety on the bridge, like, "Nigga, you already know"

And if you don't know, then now you know, now you know

Switchin' up the angles

Now I'm in the Rolls with illuminated angel

Four, five chains, man, the gold gettin' tangled

My nigga Biz said, "The first mill' gon' change you"

Change for the better, hit it, then dead her

That's my vendetta, keep this shit together, yeah (Bomba rassclaat)

Goddamn, we ain't even gotta scam

Cocaine coupe, we ain't even got a scale

Used to flip apps, now that old plug murked

Ain't a damn thing changed, you can still get the work, ayy

[Interlude]

Just hold on one moment and someone will be right with you

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[Part II]

[Intro]

Yeah

[Verse 1]

I remember I had went to Louis V with Haf'

Watched them spread ten thousand dollars on the glass

I never, ever thought I'd see that in my life

Now I'm in the East 'cause them boys are gettin' right, man

I was on TV, makin' fifty racks a year

After helpin' Mama out, the shit would disappear

I am not a man, I can't do this on my own

So I started askin' them if they would put me on

And they did put me on, yeah, they did put me on

Now we in the basement, and we workin' on the phones

Now we in the basement, and we workin' on the phones, man

Line blowin' up, workin' on the phones

Now we in the basement, and we workin' on the phones

But I just couldn't do it, had to leave that shit alone, man

[Interlude]

Hear what?

Yo hear what, take time

(Ha-ha-ha-ha)

Ahh, no shit

Yo hear what?

Wha gwan, fry skull

Him fried, him fried and a sleep awhile ago inna di van, you know Drizzy

(Ha-ha-ha-ha)

[Chorus]

Blowin' up

Line blowin' up, they need the whole thing

Blowin' up

My niggas really need the whole thing, yeah, yeah

Blowin' up

Line blowin' up, they need the whole thing

Blowin' up

My niggas really need the whole thing, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ayy

[Verse 2]

I do better with the rider in my system

Ooh yeah, I'm on deck, when you call me, I'll listen

I listen unless I been mixin'

You know when I'm mixin', you know when I'm mixin'

I smoke when I drink, it's tradition

Like Zoe mama, I go hippy

Peace sign in the air like I'm Nixon, I'm mixin'

I am not Esco, but it was written, I knew when they didn't

I been had these visions of the life I'm livin' since I was Jimmy

All I had to do was just go and get it

[Chorus]

And now we blowin' up

Blowin' up, they need the whole thing

Blowin' up, yeah

My niggas really need the whole thing, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ayy